<?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-3925290699051864073</id><updated>2011-12-24T12:27:51.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sync Squirrel</title><subtitle type='html'>Gary's bucket for braindumps:
Whenever I see, do, or think of something retarded, mainly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-3332294047528001598</id><published>2007-04-16T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:16:24.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3F8VRJTHans' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3F8VRJTHans'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pleasant Surprise from last weekends SNL. Gotta love Imogen Heap's epic lyricism/mumbo jumbo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-3332294047528001598?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3332294047528001598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=3332294047528001598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3332294047528001598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3332294047528001598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-sister.html' title='Dear Sister'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-3225518481714357461</id><published>2007-04-13T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:33:58.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds explode!</title><content type='html'>Today on my way into work this morning I saw a bird explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving behind some dumb whore in a Lexus SUV, and I saw a bird swoop in from the sky and nail it in the windshield!&lt;br /&gt;The bird exploded in a huge spray of feathers, similar to when Randy Johnson drilled a bird with a 96 MPH fastball back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome! The dumb bitch in the car, after realizing what happened, swerved about 5 seconds after the impact, then moved like 8 MPH until we made it to the next intersection. At the stoplight, the dim-witted sack of ovaries used about half of her tank of window washer fluid trying to get bird parts off her car, but all that did was make all the little feathers stick all up in her shit. I was yelling at the time out the window how fucking awesome that was, but I dont think she heard me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-3225518481714357461?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3225518481714357461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=3225518481714357461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3225518481714357461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3225518481714357461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/04/birds-explode.html' title='Birds explode!'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-1085984459119342289</id><published>2007-04-11T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:07:00.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenacious D - Pick Of Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/T93mby5Iym0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/T93mby5Iym0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You could stop watching the movie after this point. But its awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-1085984459119342289?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/1085984459119342289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=1085984459119342289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/1085984459119342289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/1085984459119342289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/04/tenacious-d-pick-of-destiny.html' title='Tenacious D - Pick Of Destiny'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-551951632733117860</id><published>2007-04-03T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:56:53.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoodrat, Hoodrat, Hoochie Mama</title><content type='html'>I'd like to deeply thank my office-mate Snoop for introducing me to 2 Live Crew and their genius lyricism.&lt;br /&gt;A heart-felt exerpt  from their hit "Hoochie Mama":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice]&lt;br /&gt;Hoe I love your big brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the way you shake your thighs&lt;br /&gt;Actin' like you're so damn cute&lt;br /&gt;Let a real nigga just knock them boots&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no confrontation&lt;br /&gt;All I want is an ejaculation&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like them ghetto hoochies&lt;br /&gt;Ones who like to pop that coochie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[Hoo wee!] Miami style!&lt;br /&gt;Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild&lt;br /&gt;'Cause freaky shit is what I like&lt;br /&gt;and I love to see two bitches dyke&lt;br /&gt;My favorite time is 69&lt;br /&gt;Bitch you know it's hoochie time&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what you heard and save the drama&lt;br /&gt;All I want is my hoochie mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/RhMFq3lUcNI/AAAAAAAAABE/6vhz9kz0rGs/s1600-h/2livecrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/RhMFq3lUcNI/AAAAAAAAABE/6vhz9kz0rGs/s320/2livecrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049385841245581522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-551951632733117860?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/551951632733117860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=551951632733117860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/551951632733117860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/551951632733117860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoodrat-hoodrat-hoochie-mama.html' title='Hoodrat, Hoodrat, Hoochie Mama'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/RhMFq3lUcNI/AAAAAAAAABE/6vhz9kz0rGs/s72-c/2livecrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-3800164144590452547</id><published>2007-03-26T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:24:31.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't me, I swear</title><content type='html'>Twenty year old college sophomore John Harrison suffered a terrible shock over the weekend when he discovered that his long-time cyber girlfriend was actually a male in disguise. His girlfriend, who plays under the guise of Chelxai a night elf priest on the Emerald Dream roleplaying-PvP server in World of Warcraft, couldn't be reached for comment as of press time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailygaming.net/index.php?name=News&amp;file=article&amp;amp;sid=8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"early reports indicate that Harrison wasn't aware of the massive wang his girlfriend sported at any time during the courtship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, stories like these bring me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-3800164144590452547?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3800164144590452547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=3800164144590452547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3800164144590452547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3800164144590452547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-wasnt-me-i-swear.html' title='It wasn&apos;t me, I swear'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-8834321004830289098</id><published>2007-03-25T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:26:58.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back with my dog, monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/picture:1628221"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures/1628221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-8834321004830289098?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8834321004830289098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=8834321004830289098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/8834321004830289098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/8834321004830289098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/03/come-back-with-my-dog-monkey.html' title='Come back with my dog, monkey'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-6156108960696052280</id><published>2007-03-19T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:56:17.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RED RED WINE - (LIVE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9sKQ5KGXess' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9sKQ5KGXess'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was perusing YouTube on a typical monday evening after 3 Irish car bombs and a few beers, and after typing in "Redhead making out" into the search field, I came across this video. Instead of watchin a flame headed ho' making out with another chick, I enjoyed a nice Live performance of UB40. Such luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-6156108960696052280?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/6156108960696052280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=6156108960696052280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/6156108960696052280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/6156108960696052280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/03/red-red-wine-live.html' title='RED RED WINE - (LIVE)'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-1050378219531027325</id><published>2007-03-19T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:23:48.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go fuck a goat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/Rf8peTQE8pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u-qXKf6UW38/s1600-h/Achievement.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/Rf8peTQE8pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u-qXKf6UW38/s320/Achievement.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043795708218765970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have beentold repeatedly to "go fuck a goat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-1050378219531027325?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/1050378219531027325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=1050378219531027325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/1050378219531027325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/1050378219531027325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/03/go-fuck-goat.html' title='Go fuck a goat!'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/Rf8peTQE8pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u-qXKf6UW38/s72-c/Achievement.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-4638531748482388546</id><published>2007-03-15T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:44:38.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/Rfn1TwshZ3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JU1MNBtsONw/s1600-h/TMNT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/Rfn1TwshZ3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JU1MNBtsONw/s320/TMNT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042330977655940978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall how many quarters I pumped into this damn game (or it's clone, the Simpsons arcade game). The bowling alley had both at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss games that were this simple and pleasing. Fortunatley, this TMNT is now up on Xbox Live Arcade. Dan and I got to play it a month back (it was posted on the Dev network).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS check out April's hot tits. (Yellow sideboob).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-4638531748482388546?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/4638531748482388546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=4638531748482388546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/4638531748482388546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/4638531748482388546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/03/turtle-power.html' title='Turtle Power'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/Rfn1TwshZ3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JU1MNBtsONw/s72-c/TMNT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-7185550461376190225</id><published>2007-03-10T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:53:34.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafeeeeeine</title><content type='html'>How much buzz is in your cola? See below.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting info, especially when my office stocks like half of these things, and dorks love soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mg in a 12-ounce beverage&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;80- Red Bull (8.2 oz)&lt;br /&gt;71.2- Jolt&lt;br /&gt;55.5- Pepsi One&lt;br /&gt;55- Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;55- Mountain Dew Code Red&lt;br /&gt;55- Diet Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;54- Kick Citrus&lt;br /&gt;52.8- Mellow Yellow&lt;br /&gt;51- Surge&lt;br /&gt;46.8- Tab&lt;br /&gt;45.6- Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;44.4- Shasta Cola&lt;br /&gt;44.4- Shasta Cherry Cola&lt;br /&gt;44.4- Shasta Diet Cola&lt;br /&gt;43- RC Cola&lt;br /&gt;43- Diet RC&lt;br /&gt;41- Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;41- Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;41- Diet Sunkist Orange&lt;br /&gt;40- Mr. Pibb&lt;br /&gt;40- Sugar-Free Mr. Pibb&lt;br /&gt;40- Red Flash&lt;br /&gt;40- Sunkist Orange&lt;br /&gt;40- Slim-Fast Cappuccino Delight Shake&lt;br /&gt;39- Ruby Red&lt;br /&gt;38- Storm&lt;br /&gt;38- Big Red&lt;br /&gt;37.5- Pepsi-Cola&lt;br /&gt;37.5- Pepsi Twist&lt;br /&gt;37.5- Diet Pepsi Jizz&lt;br /&gt;36- Diet Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;38- Wild Cherry Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;36- Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;36- Diet Pepsi Twist&lt;br /&gt;36- Aspen&lt;br /&gt;34- Coca-Cola Classic&lt;br /&gt;34- Cherry Coke&lt;br /&gt;34- Lemon Coke&lt;br /&gt;34- Vanilla Coke&lt;br /&gt;34- Diet Cherry Coke&lt;br /&gt;31.5- Snapple Flavored Teas&lt;br /&gt;30- Canada Dry Cola&lt;br /&gt;29- A&amp;W Creme Soda&lt;br /&gt;26.5- Nestea Sweet Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;26- Nestea Unsweetened Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;23- Barq's Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;22- A&amp;W Diet Creme Soda&lt;br /&gt;20- Slim-Fast Chocolate Flavors&lt;br /&gt;12- Snapple Sweet Tea&lt;br /&gt;9- Lipton Brisk, All Varieties&lt;br /&gt;1.2- Canada Dry Diet Cola&lt;br /&gt;0- Diet Rite Cola&lt;br /&gt;0- Sprite&lt;br /&gt;0- 7-Up&lt;br /&gt;0- Mug Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;0- Diet Barq's Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;0- Sundrop Orange&lt;br /&gt;0- Minute Maid Orange&lt;br /&gt;0- A&amp;W Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;0- Slice&lt;br /&gt;0- Sierra Mist&lt;br /&gt;0- Fresca&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Other Beverages&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;milligrams 8-ounce Beverage&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;115-175- Coffee, Drip&lt;br /&gt;80-135 - Coffee, Brewed&lt;br /&gt;100- Coffee, Espresso (2 ounces)&lt;br /&gt;65-100- Coffee, Instant&lt;br /&gt;47- Tea, iced&lt;br /&gt;60- Tea, brewed, imported brands (avg.)&lt;br /&gt;40- Tea, brewed, U.S. brands (avg.)&lt;br /&gt;30- Tea, instant&lt;br /&gt;15- Tea, green&lt;br /&gt;14- Hot cocoa&lt;br /&gt;4-Mar Coffee, Decaf, brewed&lt;br /&gt;3-Feb Coffee, Decaf, instant&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; SOURCES: National Soft Drink Association, US Food and Drug Administration, Bunker and McWilliams, Pepsi, Slim-Fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-7185550461376190225?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/7185550461376190225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=7185550461376190225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/7185550461376190225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/7185550461376190225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/03/cafeeeeeine.html' title='Cafeeeeeine'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-5738632189983908599</id><published>2007-03-02T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:55:57.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>David Hasselhoff - Du</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/HKh2CI6T_c0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HKh2CI6T_c0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song makes me wet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-5738632189983908599?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/5738632189983908599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=5738632189983908599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/5738632189983908599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/5738632189983908599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/03/david-hasselhoff-du.html' title='David Hasselhoff - Du'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-3901163488430641221</id><published>2007-03-02T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:16:55.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverted Justice! and online whoring</title><content type='html'>Watched NBC Dateline "to catch a predator" and it was very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premise: Dudes go online pretending to be 14 year old girls (o rly?) and chat it up with pederasses. The conversations are classic, such as "Oh baby i want to lay you out and **** the **** out of your **** while licking the **** from your **** then taking a **** on your ****." The guys would then send pictures of their wangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hilarious that some old guy really thinks a cute little 14 year old girl is interested in them. And skanky enough to talk about ****ing their *****. I supposed i'm not suprised that people are this gullible, though. When I used to play WoW and Guild Wars, I always played a female character and fucked with horny dork's heads all the time, similar to what the cops to do pervs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my own online endeavors, my character names varied, and always included some sort of perverted connotation. Such as "Hootie", "Phellashus", "Areola WideShaft" etc... I was usually a sexy elf or a big tittied mage or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few days, I'd always have someone tell me "hey, ur hot" and "r u a real girl in rl?" to which I would reply "lol of course hehe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story was usually similar: 18 years old, college freshman. boobie size 32B (since i was always asked). I live in a dorm with my roommate who is bisexual. I recently broke up with my bf and have just been enjoying my freedom. I have long blonde hair and like to give my roommate back rubs before i go to bed. I am hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constants: They all asked for my AIM/ICQ. They all gave me loads of free stuff in the game. They all wondered if I'd ever consider having an online boyfriend. They all invited me into their own guilds. "Do u evr get h0rny?" When I was around other guys, they'd make sure to PM me asking "is he bothering you?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wound up having multiple sugar daddies. It is really quite lucrative and adds greatly to the role playing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all know that real life sugar daddies take good care of their girlfriends (cough*WHORES).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-3901163488430641221?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3901163488430641221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=3901163488430641221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3901163488430641221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3901163488430641221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/03/perverted-justice-and-online-whoring.html' title='Perverted Justice! and online whoring'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-4638246862379656239</id><published>2007-02-24T01:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:47:46.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off topic, but awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/7xirXesR2Ik" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/7xirXesR2Ik" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breaking from the norm, here's pretty much the best song ever played,  by Dave and Bela Fleck.&lt;br /&gt;Almost as good as his version of #41 he did with Tim Reynolds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-4638246862379656239?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/4638246862379656239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=4638246862379656239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/4638246862379656239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/4638246862379656239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/off-topic-but-awesome.html' title='Off topic, but awesome'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-8218947639532328209</id><published>2007-02-23T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:03:36.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A polite way to tell someone to quit their bitching</title><content type='html'>Our very reserved, quiet, friendly, and female staff accountant totally rocked Jeff the IT guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Ugh, my stomach is killing me. I'm all achey, I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Tina (from another cubicle): I have Midol if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally put in his place, Jeff skulked his way back to the IT room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-8218947639532328209?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8218947639532328209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=8218947639532328209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/8218947639532328209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/8218947639532328209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/polite-way-to-tell-someone-to-quit.html' title='A polite way to tell someone to quit their bitching'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-8255058932975331801</id><published>2007-02-21T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:41:27.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great line from flaming Trek legend</title><content type='html'>A line from the openly gay George Takei's response to Hardaway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We especially like your smooth, chocolate head, glazed in man-sweat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.influks.com/post897.html"&gt;Watch the movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-8255058932975331801?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8255058932975331801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=8255058932975331801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/8255058932975331801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/8255058932975331801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-line-from-flaming-trek-legend.html' title='Great line from flaming Trek legend'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-3389220757731052089</id><published>2007-02-20T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:58:26.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Bio</title><content type='html'>During this concepting phase of a game, the dev team usually puts together documents outlining the team's strength's and weaknesses, and each team members bio. Most are lengthy, listing all their game creds, degrees, yadda yadda yadda. Here's the one my boss wrote for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:12;" &gt;Gary -  Associate Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:12;" &gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; holds a B.S. in Marketing from  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bentley&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  He joined the team in 2005 and despite his flagrant sense of humor he served with  distinction on **** (2006) and various projects in development. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; drinks tea  from a gourd and harbors a fondness for stuffed  squirrels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Clearly I'm a rising star, such that my drinking habits and enjoyment of taxidermied mammals concludes my professional biography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-3389220757731052089?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/3389220757731052089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=3389220757731052089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3389220757731052089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/3389220757731052089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/professional-bio.html' title='Professional Bio'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-8116256649986237359</id><published>2007-02-16T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:28:04.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One bad Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/RdXpDIIoihI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ffqjF7l2W4s/s1600-h/Al_squireda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/RdXpDIIoihI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ffqjF7l2W4s/s320/Al_squireda2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032184398588971538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an odd parallel to current events of the last few years, a single maverick renegade  has given a bad rap for an entire species. The following news story tells the tale of a rogue squirrel who terrorized a 777 flying between Tokyo and Dallas  and wound up grounding the plane, and later being put to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all squirrels will be subject to racial profiling. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/RdXQX4IoifI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IYYmgIvzS1w/s1600-h/Al_squireda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/02/15/stowaway.squirrel.ap/index.html"&gt;Original Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-8116256649986237359?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/8116256649986237359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=8116256649986237359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/8116256649986237359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/8116256649986237359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-bad-apple.html' title='One bad Apple'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/RdXpDIIoihI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ffqjF7l2W4s/s72-c/Al_squireda2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-6576462160039243428</id><published>2007-02-12T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:53:41.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Prostitutes and Business Cards</title><content type='html'>In Vegas, everywhere you go there are people handing out little cards advertising "strippers" that will come to your hotel within 20 minutes for 38-79$.  What is great is that you can walk around all night just collecting these little gems and put together a nice little deck of cards. What can you do with these things? Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hide them in peoples drawers in their kitchen, put them in their luggage so when they go through security at the airport the people find little pictures of naked hookers all over your stuff. You can blanket your friends bed with them when hes on the way home with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put them in books at the library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Baby Gap and put them in the pockets of the overalls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swap them out with someones real business cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put them in the sandwiches next time your office orders lunch for everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inside pizza boxes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a funeral and mix them in with the prayer cards (waiting to be struck by lightning after typing that...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Borrow someones wallet and put one next to all his credit cards and license.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stick one inside all the plastic bags at a grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thats all I can really think of.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have a stack of about 300 just waiting to be used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-6576462160039243428?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/6576462160039243428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=6576462160039243428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/6576462160039243428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/6576462160039243428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-prostitutes-and-business-cards.html' title='Of Prostitutes and Business Cards'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-1659042114961195575</id><published>2007-02-08T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:44:02.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People are gullible</title><content type='html'>The other night at bowling I sneezed, and one guy bowling against us goes: "Ah, you have something?" to which I reply - "Yeah, Hepatitis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like, "Really? In your nose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, my nose has hepatitis. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this guy credit in that he's much older, and comes from a generation where diseases weren't as hilarious as they are now. But this next example of my exploitation of gullibility is far more astounding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's Xmas party, December 2006. I'm chatting with 2 gentlemen, not much older than myself. Both college educated (now that i think of it, both were Holy Cross alum, like most of dan's friends).&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about how cold it was out, and I proclaimed that I once got stuck in the cold myself, and was forced to sleep inside of a dead horse.  I immediately recount the scene from Empire Strikes back where Han sticks Luke inside of a dead Tauntaun, switching out the names and replacing "Lightsaber" with "pocketknife", and "Hoth" with "Hubbardston, MA". These guys had been drinking, and followed the story intently, amazed at my story of survival. After the 8th time they said "Really? Wow! Really?" I yelled "No fucking way, are you kidding me? Do you really think I crawled inside of a horse to stay warm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats not that fair either, since they were kinda drunk. I'll try to remember more times that I've F'd with people's H's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-1659042114961195575?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/1659042114961195575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=1659042114961195575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/1659042114961195575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/1659042114961195575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/people-are-gullible.html' title='People are gullible'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-4687844506117285095</id><published>2007-02-08T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:56:57.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiate Radical Vertical Impact Simulation</title><content type='html'>Monday night Ryan and I were both home relatively early, so we decided to polish off the unopened 12 pack sitting idley in the kitchen. Watched Spies like us. Shelby came home from school and we tried to hide the fact we'd been drinking (realizing we were drinking fairly heavily for a monday evening), finished our beers behind pillows and hiding them under blankets. I got us busted by opening a fresh can behind the couch cushion. Theres nothing like that refreshing crack-shaaa when you open a can in a silent room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate mexican today for lunch. During lunch we were passing a plate around, and a huge glass of icewater spilled its entire contents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly &lt;/span&gt;into Dan's lap, to which he declared "Oh, thats cold". It was the high point of the day. He walked around like a piss covered toddler for the rest of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week at work we started using a cool program, &lt;a href="http://sketchup.google.com/"&gt;google sketchup&lt;/a&gt;  to concept out ideas in 3D. It's like a very simple, free version of 3D studio Max. Fun stuff in the life of an exciting game developers workday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-4687844506117285095?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/4687844506117285095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=4687844506117285095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/4687844506117285095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/4687844506117285095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/initiate-radical-vertical-impact.html' title='Initiate Radical Vertical Impact Simulation'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-6298314410405850625</id><published>2007-02-03T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:00:12.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another movie that sucks</title><content type='html'>Ryan called this out as a garyism that was worth recording:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather watch and AIDS patient die slowly than watch 'Save the Last Dance' ever again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia stiles is a punched-in-the-face-while-being-gang-raped-by-a-gaggle-of-silverback-apes type of hot. Which isn't really that hot, at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-6298314410405850625?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/6298314410405850625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=6298314410405850625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/6298314410405850625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/6298314410405850625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-movie-that-sucks.html' title='Another movie that sucks'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-9213115360530898022</id><published>2007-02-03T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:55:13.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew Barrymore sucks</title><content type='html'>I hate Drew Barrymore. She has done everything in her power to ruin my life.&lt;br /&gt;She sucks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Why are you in every stupid fucking movie that ever comes out?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Why do you hold so much power over my girlfriend? You make shitty movies that make her drool and make me barf.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You're ugly and 48 years old.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You're pale white and your face looks like a foot.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;"Gary, take me to see that new shitty movie starring that fucking shit actress that you hate."- Shelby&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You were almost kinda hot when i was in like 1st grade. eww.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Riding in cars with boys. WTF?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh my god, how could you hate Ever After. How about, it sucks?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ok, how about this one. Adam Sandler is like, a millionaire, but can't get his money unless, he like, marries drew barrymore before he turns into a stapler, or something.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You have balls.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-9213115360530898022?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/9213115360530898022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=9213115360530898022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/9213115360530898022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/9213115360530898022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/drew-barrymore-sucks.html' title='Drew Barrymore sucks'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-986492676281629319</id><published>2007-02-03T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T17:33:04.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday update</title><content type='html'>Why did Helen Keller's dog jump off of a cliff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would too, if your name was Dehhhhhnleeenaaaahhhhhjbeeeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-986492676281629319?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/986492676281629319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=986492676281629319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/986492676281629319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/986492676281629319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturday-update.html' title='Saturday update'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-2549023373746868953</id><published>2007-02-01T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:13:11.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Na na na na na na na na bowling!</title><content type='html'>Every wednesday night i strap on a pair of white leather shoes, roll my equipment out of my trunk, and go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I are in a wed night classic league at Pro Lanes in Reading, MA. It's nice and close to our office. It's a pretty competitive league, with the league average hovering at around 210. Our averages hover much lower than that. These days I bowl about a 184 ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, its an interesting mix o folks at these lanes. Typically overweight, middle-aged, blue collar gents gather and for one night, are very good at something they do. Many sport sweet Roy Munsen combovers. Theres actually one guy who looks like a steamboat captain. They're my wednesday night champions. I think that would be a good title for a novel. The book sleeve would read something like "Wally and Pete are 54 years old. Twice divorced and overweight, they see no light at the end of the tunnel. But one night every week, under the bright bowling alley lights, they are '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday Night Champions&lt;/span&gt;'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd teammate is an interesting case study. He's actually younger than us, and not quite a fantastic bowler. He has so many things wrong with his mechanics that we wouldnt even know where to begin if we wanted to help coach him. He's a chatty little guy, who will often spurt out the most mundane and useless information thinkable. Last night, unprompted, he declared that today for lunch he had ate pasta - angel hair - in a white cheese sauce that his mother had prepared. This has no bearing on anything. He will often ask us what the bowling order for our team will be before we start, even though the order hasnt changed in the 6 months the league has been running. He informs us, weekly, of the specials that Market Basket has going on in the produce section. I think he may suffer from mild retardation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to start posting real content to this blog- but i'm not really sure where to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-2549023373746868953?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/2549023373746868953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=2549023373746868953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/2549023373746868953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/2549023373746868953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/02/na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-bowling.html' title='Na na na na na na na na bowling!'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-417899825650654249</id><published>2007-01-30T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:41:28.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Probably should mention the origins of the "Out of Sync Squirrel" name for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Out of Sync Squirrel" is a small ceramic squirrel that I keep on my desk at work. From here on out, it shall be referred to as the OOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explore the origins of the OOSS, I need first to delve into a brief description where I work and some happenings that occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a small-medium game development studio in Andover, MA (about 20 mins north of Boston). On our most recent title which shipped at the end of last year, we had a sizable multiplayer component (play over LAN, GameSpy, or XboxLive). When developing and testing network code, the game will often crash due to the different players going "out of sync" with each other. These bugs are tricky to hunt down, as there are so many variables inherent with the testing of a multiplayer game (who was doing what, when, who has what connection type, etc...). When they are finally found, it takes a programmer some time to sort through all of the data from the QA testers and discover the source of the problem - then to fix the problem in code.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm neither a QA tester or a programmer. I, for the most part, had little to do with this whole process. However, I noticed that one of our programmers, Gloria (one of the 3 female programmers in the world, by my understanding [name changed to protect the innocent]) was not having fun with all of the Sync issues that were coming her way. To cheer her up, I placed one of my ceramic squirrels on her desk, staring at her from above her monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria immediately took to the squirrel, assigning it tasks to aide her in her work, and the squirrel gradually became the greatest networking programming mammal known to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, this squirrel rotates around the office, assisting wherever there are sync issues. The OOSS, and his little brother, the scheduling squirrel, are dear to our hearts at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this the name of my blog? Because it's a really cool name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-417899825650654249?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/417899825650654249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=417899825650654249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/417899825650654249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/417899825650654249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925290699051864073.post-1721187838583887090</id><published>2007-01-30T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:06:43.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Reasons why I probably won't make a good blogger</title><content type='html'>Before making a blog, I made sure to remind myself that when it comes to activities outside of work, I rarely follow through on my undertakings. Look in my closet to find my Karate uniform, running shoes, electric guitar, croche needles, sketching pencils, etc... to see how well my hobbies fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the top 5 reasons why I probably won't make a succesful blogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm at work too often - Working 9-6 seems to leave very little time at home. During this sparse time of apartment dwelling relaxation I have various distractions, which include..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video-games. I own an Xbox360 and a Wii, with a GameFly account. Eesh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TiVO. God damn discovery channel with its plethora of offerings that force me into season passes for stuff like MythBusters, Superweapons, and Dirty Jobs. Add that to my nightly simpsons, family guy, south park, and Seinfeld lineup. There's a lot of TV out there that needs to be watched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The internets. Thats right, they're on computers now. Things like Digg and WikiPedia surfing eat up hours of my afternoons (and a decent chunk of my lunch hour at work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bitches. Well, that is to say, women. Just one really. Shelby. She's very nice. She's a live-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So as one can infer from this list, I have very little time in which to devote to blogging. I'm also fairly lazy. My brain immediately shuts off the second I leave work, which for me is a luxury after being in school for 4 years and always having some assignment or project in to worry about. That's not to say I wasn't lazy in college, but I love not having to procrastinate in order to get free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see how this goes. I'll probably post for a few weeks, then forget or stop caring. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try for now - spilling the contents of my brain when I get a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925290699051864073-1721187838583887090?l=oossquirrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/feeds/1721187838583887090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925290699051864073&amp;postID=1721187838583887090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/1721187838583887090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925290699051864073/posts/default/1721187838583887090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oossquirrel.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-reasons-why-i-probably-wont-make-good.html' title='5 Reasons why I probably won&apos;t make a good blogger'/><author><name>Gary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MO_s2JJg3AY/SShr_zahXCI/AAAAAAAAACk/bWZ5l1JI0Ls/S220/gary_bass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
