<?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-5703996333840009707</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:05:05.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Culture is Eating Itself...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-5549768924053880213</id><published>2008-10-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:08:22.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk Rock Girl</title><content type='html'>The Dead Milkmen with "Punk Rock Girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtvmusic.com:101968" width="320" height="271" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="dist=http://www.mtvmusic.com" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0; text-align:center; width:320px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a style="color:#000000;" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/dead_milkmen/artist.jhtml"&gt;The Dead Milkmen&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;a style="color:#000000;" href="http://www.mtvmusic.com/"&gt;MTV Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new MTV site, that has TONS of videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-5549768924053880213?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/5549768924053880213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=5549768924053880213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5549768924053880213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5549768924053880213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/10/punk-rock-girl.html' title='Punk Rock Girl'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-4467100174879226410</id><published>2008-10-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:07:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Ukulele  Player is a bad mother...SHUT YO MOUTH</title><content type='html'>Here is a sentence I did not think I would type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the London Ukulele Orchestra playing "The Theme from Shaft" by Issac Hayes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfK-UzQ48JE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfK-UzQ48JE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-4467100174879226410?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/4467100174879226410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=4467100174879226410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4467100174879226410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4467100174879226410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-ukulele-player-is-bad-mothershut.html' title='That Ukulele  Player is a bad mother...SHUT YO MOUTH'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-8227983672004319108</id><published>2008-09-13T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T04:54:19.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs From Open Mic</title><content type='html'>Here are the songs I sang at Open Mic Night this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did video the performance, and I will try to have it up within a week.  Until then, these are some of my favorite songs, check them out from the original artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gold Dust Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bx4qKHiTSKI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bx4qKHiTSKI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Open Up your Eyes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZfIs0aJI0Pw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZfIs0aJI0Pw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hard Sun:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UDorNilxPUY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UDorNilxPUY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-8227983672004319108?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/8227983672004319108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=8227983672004319108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8227983672004319108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8227983672004319108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/09/songs-from-open-mic.html' title='Songs From Open Mic'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-2188444869585482471</id><published>2008-09-12T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:37:01.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Mic</title><content type='html'>I played an open mic this week, with a new friend of mine.  We played an acoustic open mic at a restaurant/bar in Woodstock.  We played 3 songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Open Up Your Eyes -Tonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hard Sun - Eddie Vedder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time, and good to play music in public again.  It does not look like anything further will come of it (like a band or anything) but it was just fun to get out and sing again.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to take the time to do what you love, and understand that it may just be what it is and nothing more.  Have fun and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-2188444869585482471?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/2188444869585482471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=2188444869585482471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/2188444869585482471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/2188444869585482471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/09/open-mic.html' title='Open Mic'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-45374259413595737</id><published>2008-09-05T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:48:35.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in a while...here is a little fun for your weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original we all know and love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDm0PqjAF78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDm0PqjAF78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's me, a remix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D88doSl61Kc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D88doSl61Kc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-45374259413595737?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/45374259413595737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=45374259413595737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/45374259413595737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/45374259413595737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/09/twelve.html' title='Twelve'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7617150240893066596</id><published>2008-08-29T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:26:30.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Death Star on the Prairie</title><content type='html'>Look Pa a moon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Pint, that's no moon...it's a space station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSqz9bwIbdw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSqz9bwIbdw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Labor Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7617150240893066596?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7617150240893066596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7617150240893066596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7617150240893066596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7617150240893066596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-death-star-on-prairie.html' title='Little Death Star on the Prairie'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-1463737391347295505</id><published>2008-08-22T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:58:33.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama-Roll</title><content type='html'>What happens when you combine Rick Roll and Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=314&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autostart=true" width="480" height="360"&gt;                         &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;                         &lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=314&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autostart=true"&gt;                     &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not slamming anyone, but this is too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-1463737391347295505?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/1463737391347295505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=1463737391347295505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/1463737391347295505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/1463737391347295505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/08/obama-roll.html' title='Obama-Roll'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-6991598040854234535</id><published>2008-08-21T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:38:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Faux-Olympics</title><content type='html'>Hi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really enjoied watching the Olympics.  Generally, I catch a little of it, but this year I have caught quite a bit.  The games have been a lot of fun, and I have seen some great performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night during the Beach Volleyball Final, the Chinese team took a medical timeout when they were losing.  The announcers  indicated that this was not the first time that the Chinese team had used  a medical time out to slow down the match, and that they were known for that.  They said that the lady from China may be hurt, or she may not.  I did not see any evidence that she was hurt before or after that time.  I believe that she was losing and was faking in order to stall and slow down the Americans. The best part...it did not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, that was the latest example of how the Chinese have lied and cheated their way through the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to be very concerned about the fact that they have put on fake performances in the ceremonies, treated their people horribly, and outright lied about the ages of their Gold Medal winning gymnasts, in the face of damming evidence. I, however, am concerned.  This is why the victories by Nastia Lukin and Shawn Johnson are the greatest story out of the Olympics.  Down get me wrong, Michael Phelps is AWESOME, and  he belongs in the ranks of Michael Jordan and Tiger Woods.  However, the USA feamle gymnasts won their medals while competing against blatant cheating. The other team (China) had an illegal and unfair advantage, and still got defeated in those events.  Winning in that situation is the pinnacle of the Olympic Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Ladies!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone at ESPN has acknowledged what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read his article here for a good list of the things perpetrated by China:    &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espnmag/story?id=3542649"&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/espnmag/story?id=3542649&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad that a host country has to act this way, I am just glad someone has the guts to say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-6991598040854234535?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/6991598040854234535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=6991598040854234535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/6991598040854234535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/6991598040854234535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/08/faux-olympics.html' title='The  Faux-Olympics'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-2966805229951607699</id><published>2008-08-15T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:09:23.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Willy Wonka was not about Chocolate?</title><content type='html'>I'm just saying...what if???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/mediaplayer.swf" flashvars="pageurl=http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/865285/&amp;amp;file=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2008/08/865285/wonka00.flv&amp;amp;mediaid=865285&amp;amp;title=Wonka: A Willy Wonka &amp;#38; The Chocolate Factory Recut&amp;amp;displayheight=325&amp;amp;backcolor=0x0d0d0d&amp;amp;lightoclor=0x336699&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xcccccc&amp;amp;image=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2008/08/865285/wonka.jpg" wmode="transparent" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="425" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-2966805229951607699?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/2966805229951607699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=2966805229951607699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/2966805229951607699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/2966805229951607699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if-willy-wonka-was-not-about.html' title='What if Willy Wonka was not about Chocolate?'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-6924971790462153293</id><published>2008-08-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:21:42.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a First Grader</title><content type='html'>Yes...your eyes do not deceive you. Hannah started first grade today.  I do not know about her first day of first grade went, but I will always remember mine.  I will remember, because I have a scar to remind me.  I am not getting all emo, I seriously have a physical scar.  It is on my left hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was a teacher's kid.  When you are a teacher's kid you have to hang out after everyone else goes home and wait for your mom (or Dad) to finish so you can go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with Lee Clamp (check his blog out to the right).  Besides being my best friend, his mom was also a teacher at the elementary school. So while waiting for our moms we playing hide and seek.  He locked me out of his mother's classroom and I knocked on the door, and then I knocked on the glass.  When I knocked on the glass in the door, I knocked too hard.  My hand went right through the glass.   At first, I thought I was pretty cool.  Then I turned my hand over.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD!!!!!  EVERYWHERE!!!    I FREAKED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then four stitches later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a permanent memento of my first day of first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Hannah just had a regular day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-6924971790462153293?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/6924971790462153293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=6924971790462153293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/6924971790462153293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/6924971790462153293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-first-grader.html' title='I Have a First Grader'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-3103052499655696217</id><published>2008-08-06T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:31:25.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Words</title><content type='html'>Having just turned 34, I became inspired to write poetry. Now I have been inspired to write before (songs mostly), but never a poem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this does not rhyme, nor is it in any discernible meter.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept:  Tell my story in the number of words to match my years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:34 Words:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;:Gary, Dean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;:Allendale Hospital, Williston, Clemson, Cape Cod, Barnwell, Lima, Lebanon, McMinnville, Murfreesboro, Johnson City, Atlanta:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;:MetoKote, Magnetek, Siemens, AT&amp;amp;T:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;:First Baptist, Sweetwater, Lima Community, Bellaire, Grace Fellowship, North Point:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;:Mary, Hannah, Emily, Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-3103052499655696217?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/3103052499655696217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=3103052499655696217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/3103052499655696217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/3103052499655696217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/08/34-words.html' title='34 Words'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-4247915823369211402</id><published>2008-07-30T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:55:33.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewok Gospel</title><content type='html'>Check this out, it includes the Real Billy D. Williams as a preacher....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody now ....EEEEEwoks  whoa   EEEwoks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xdd0edT-BeE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xdd0edT-BeE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-4247915823369211402?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/4247915823369211402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=4247915823369211402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4247915823369211402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4247915823369211402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/ewok-gospel.html' title='Ewok Gospel'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7779216179944149756</id><published>2008-07-28T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:53:57.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staycation Atlanta - Part 4: Zoo Atlanta and the Georgia Aquarium</title><content type='html'>As we wound down the Staycation, we focused on animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we went to Zoo Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Hannah making a monkey of herself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI5__6nu-4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lbh7IV3cQ58/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI5__6nu-4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lbh7IV3cQ58/s320/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228256953468124034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giraffes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6AAYza5PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hP6wgqDryrs/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6AAYza5PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hP6wgqDryrs/s320/DSC00502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228256961570202866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily made friends with the pigs in the petting zoo (she also scolded them for being "not nice" to each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6BVVL-7WI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bzNJDovPSrs/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6BVVL-7WI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bzNJDovPSrs/s320/DSC00534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228258420888366434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6BWLqF2sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yVCOB4T9xlE/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6BWLqF2sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yVCOB4T9xlE/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228258435510164162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we took some friends to the Georgia Aquarium:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls with some of the fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6DWE1kIvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vn24Wi2YZj4/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6DWE1kIvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vn24Wi2YZj4/s320/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228260632702493426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where do we need to go next????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6DWv3qXBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oRmOxAN_SN8/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI6DWv3qXBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oRmOxAN_SN8/s320/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228260644254014482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, the Staycation was a great experiment, and it was great to fly by the seat of our pant for a week with no real agenda, except what we came up with the night before.  I guess the lesson is that you do not have to go somewhere far away (even thought that is fun) to have a great week.  What matters is who you are with.  I have had so many people say to me "I have lived here in Atlanta for years, andI have not done half of this stuff."  Remember to always take a look around and find the fun around you, no matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7779216179944149756?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7779216179944149756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7779216179944149756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7779216179944149756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7779216179944149756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/staycation-atlanta-part-4-zoo-atlanta.html' title='Staycation Atlanta - Part 4: Zoo Atlanta and the Georgia Aquarium'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SI5__6nu-4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lbh7IV3cQ58/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7047334104727676834</id><published>2008-07-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:35:35.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staycation Atlanta - Part 3: Aquatic Center and Food For the Week</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, we had a lazy morning, and then went to the Gwinette Aquatic Center for the afternoon.  This is a place that just opened up this summer.  It has instructional pools, lap pools, and a great outdoor facility with two big water slides, a lazy river, and a kids place with smaller slides and water pouring out everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one pic for this one - I am taking the girls through the lazy river:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIvVhMNcXsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wFlhc8yHXi4/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIvVhMNcXsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wFlhc8yHXi4/s320/DSC00478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227506558683602626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of this week has been the food.  I try very hard not to be a "Let's just grab something from the snack bar" guy.  To me, the food is a part of the experience.  To that end we have had some great food this week.  I can recommend several places to visit if you are in town:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymacs.com/"&gt;Mary Mac's Tea Room&lt;/a&gt;:  The BEST restaurant southern food ever.  I cannot say enough good about this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thevarsity.com/"&gt;The Varsity:&lt;/a&gt;  It's the Varsity.  If you don't know about it, throw a rock and you will find someone who does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freshairbarbecue.com/"&gt;Fresh Air Bar-B-Que&lt;/a&gt;:  This joint is in Athens, GA, and is a great Bar-B-Que place.  Good pork and ribs as well as great Brunswick Stew. If you are Athens, check it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.steamhouselounge.com/"&gt;Steamhouse Lounge:&lt;/a&gt;  I have a long and storied history with this place.  Back in 1997, I came down to Atlanta from OH for the Peach Bowl.  We ate seafood at the Steamhouse, and I discovered their Lobster Bisque (I call it Liquid Gold).  At the time, it was in Buckhead. Over the years, I came back to Atlanta on business several times, and would visit the Steamhouse every opportunity that I got.  Therefore, when we actually moved to Atlanta, I was pumped that I was finally close to the restaurant.  When we drove past it the first time, I discovered that it was a crater, LITERALLY.  The place, and everything around it had been torn down.  I heard that they gave the Bisque recipie to Fontaine's Oyster House in the Virgina Highlands area of Atlanta.  I visited Fontaine's and found that the Bisque was in fact the same.  This morning, I decided that I wanted to take the familly to Fontaine's for lunch.  In the process of looking for it online, i discovered that the STEAMHOUSE LOUNGE HAS REOPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now it is in Midtown.  So that is where we went for lunch.  One cup of Lobster Bisque, a Lobster Roll, and a Stella Artois later, I was a happy guy.  The Steamhouse lives...balance is restored to the universe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more memories from the Staycation over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7047334104727676834?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7047334104727676834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7047334104727676834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7047334104727676834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7047334104727676834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/staycation-atlanta-part-3-aquatic.html' title='Staycation Atlanta - Part 3: Aquatic Center and Food For the Week'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIvVhMNcXsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wFlhc8yHXi4/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-4525167253771690551</id><published>2008-07-26T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:54:58.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staycation Atlanta - Part 2: Mayfield and Stone Mountain</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday we continued our adventure with trips to the Mayfield Dairy (ok so it sounds really boring, but  was quite interesting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not allow pictures inside, but we did have Ice Cream at the end of the tour, so here are a couple of pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and the Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsYr_plMVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9M9EvtLAPTc/s1600-h/DSC00422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsYr_plMVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9M9EvtLAPTc/s320/DSC00422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227298936592871762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and the girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsYsAMZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jMyn9YfnPOo/s1600-h/DSC00424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsYsAMZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jMyn9YfnPOo/s320/DSC00424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227298936738931058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, we went to Stone Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOO    AHHHHHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsbQEJherI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uY5yy6gt2Qw/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsbQEJherI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uY5yy6gt2Qw/s320/DSC00434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227301755299134130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily hung out at the Blacksmith shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsbQvXP0PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ATrbclZhVpU/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsbQvXP0PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ATrbclZhVpU/s320/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227301766899421426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of Stone Mountain, Hannah acted like she was on the moon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIscavYSTgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y87PXft3l-8/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIscavYSTgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Y87PXft3l-8/s320/DSC00437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227303038214098434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the opportunity to act like Charlton Heston...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BLEW IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!  WHY????????????  NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsca4VIhLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9ydraG4jkyA/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsca4VIhLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9ydraG4jkyA/s320/DSC00439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227303040616793266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We braved some rain and thunder, but survived, and got to see the laser show.  All in all, it was a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIseNp_8fxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KTIL8BYAbVs/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIseNp_8fxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KTIL8BYAbVs/s320/DSC00441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227305012454784786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with more later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-4525167253771690551?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/4525167253771690551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=4525167253771690551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4525167253771690551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4525167253771690551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/staycation-atlanta-part-2-mayfield-and.html' title='Staycation Atlanta - Part 2: Mayfield and Stone Mountain'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIsYr_plMVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9M9EvtLAPTc/s72-c/DSC00422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-4368794929735252337</id><published>2008-07-24T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:20:25.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staycation Atlanta - Part 1: World of Coke</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, we did not go away on vacation, but are doing the Staycation in Atlanta.  It all started on Sunday with a visit to the world of Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiO2HvGNoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4aTkjzDTAag/s1600-h/DSC00402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiO2HvGNoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4aTkjzDTAag/s320/DSC00402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226584428004128386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Mary and Emily on the Season 4 American Idol Couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiOQmbZJ5I/AAAAAAAAADo/YjdH3A4MOjI/s1600-h/DSC00399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiOQmbZJ5I/AAAAAAAAADo/YjdH3A4MOjI/s320/DSC00399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226583783407953810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and the Girls in the Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiOQGE-miI/AAAAAAAAADg/d0Fsp5X6Ln4/s1600-h/DSC00352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiOQGE-miI/AAAAAAAAADg/d0Fsp5X6Ln4/s320/DSC00352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226583774724004386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with Max Headroom...r-r-r-remember h-h-him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiPeeQR_KI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CNOnQd8IgYY/s1600-h/DSC00395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiPeeQR_KI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CNOnQd8IgYY/s320/DSC00395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226585121243659426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-4368794929735252337?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/4368794929735252337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=4368794929735252337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4368794929735252337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4368794929735252337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/staycation-atlanta-part-1-world-of-coke.html' title='Staycation Atlanta - Part 1: World of Coke'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIiO2HvGNoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4aTkjzDTAag/s72-c/DSC00402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7789606529283747951</id><published>2008-07-18T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:37:29.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweep The Leg!!</title><content type='html'>I am officially on vacation, so expect some updates this week.  I am sure that I do not do more than most people, but I have just been a little burnt out lately.  I love what I do, but I need to unplug and think about nothing for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Mercy...  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFlQNtL8F9s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFlQNtL8F9s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7789606529283747951?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7789606529283747951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7789606529283747951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7789606529283747951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7789606529283747951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweep-leg.html' title='Sweep The Leg!!'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-3718826855813480687</id><published>2008-07-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:07:07.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete - Part 2 - The Power of the Internet</title><content type='html'>Please scroll down and read part one first if you have not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have established that Complete is the worst band ever, and that it is really funny to watch their videos from 10 years ago. Then it gets to weird to be fake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Complete's popularity circulates around message boards and e-mail inboxes, people begin to track the members of the band down. Suddenly there are blogs, and myspace pages dedicated to a band who last played together 10 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tried to track down members of the band, and were unable to do so. It seemed as if Dave's Video from 10 year ago, would be all of the Complete that we would ever see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the a breakthrough occurred....the Internet would not let Complete die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on this myspace page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=301250986"&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=301250986&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lead singer Curt Low (formerly Curtis Brumbalow) has a step son who set up this page, and published some of the music that Curt and other members of complete hand been making over the past 10 years. This included a brand new version of "Hoogie Boogie Land". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY...we had new life from complete. He followed it up with a new 4 part series of interviews with our hero Curt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=24910460"&gt;Interview With Curt From Complete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=24910460,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=24910460,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=24912097"&gt;Interview With Curt From Complete part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=24912097,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=24912097,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=24913767"&gt;Interview With Curt From Complete part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=24913767,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=24913767,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=24915301"&gt;Interview With Curt From Complete part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=24915301,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=24915301,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the followers of Complete (all 10 or so of us) this was AWESOME!!! Finally we footage that proved that Curtis was still around, and still living the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of follow up is nearly unheard of in the world of Internet phenomenons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did not end there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 1st, 2008 Complete returned. In a little bar in Ft. Worth, TX. Things came full circle, because in attendance was Dave. Yes THAT Dave. Dave brought his video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12 years, the original three people in the photo lab incident were all together in the same place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="333" id="viddler"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/fef97742/" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/fef97742/" width="437" height="333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="viddler" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Compelte took the stage again, and for the first time in 12 years played "Hoogie Boogie Land".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1221777&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1221777&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1221777?pg=embed&amp;sec=1221777"&gt;Complete-Hoogie Boogie Land&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user548832?pg=embed&amp;sec=1221777"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;sec=1221777"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. 12 year ago, there is a chance meeting in a photo lab, that leads to the recording of a terrible one-time cable access performance. 10 years later it is posted to the Internet, and becomes popular. From that springs a chain of events that leads to a reunion concert. The story is Complete (pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may not be a big lesson here, but there is an excellent illustration of the power of the Internet to affect our lives, and to connect people no matter the time or distance between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this has left you with a morbid curiosity to follow the ongoing story of Complete, you can check out updates on &lt;a href="http://cmpt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave's Complete Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-3718826855813480687?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/3718826855813480687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=3718826855813480687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/3718826855813480687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/3718826855813480687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/complete-part-2-power-of-internet.html' title='Complete - Part 2 - The Power of the Internet'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-8401329262879579490</id><published>2008-07-05T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:14:01.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete - The Worst Band You've Never Heard of - Part One</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting to have the time to do this piece the right way for quite some time. This is not just a blog about the band Complete (whom you will know and love by the end of this), but it is also a testament to the power of the Internet, or web 2.0 as it is called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, a friend of mine introduced me to the band Complete through a series of Youtube videos. These are the worst musicians you have ever heard of. I am going to guide you through their story, as well as what let to their eventual reunion on June 1, 2008. This was over 10 years after their last show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Complete starts back in 1996 in Ft. Worth, TX with a guy named Dave who worked in a drug store processing film into pictures. I'll let Dave tell you in his own words. You only need to watch the first 4 min and 25 sec of this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glHUMzfRoQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glHUMzfRoQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering how bad they can be, here is their signature song Hoogie Boogie Land...take it in and soak up just how bad this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ukjnrXTTvPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ukjnrXTTvPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a second song, I give you ...Beautiful Sunrises. Be sure to check out the cowboy chick dancing by herself at the bar...classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P07Di283vfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P07Di283vfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, do you get the pictures...these guys are TERRIBLE!! Not only that but they are not the brightest bulbs in the lamp either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Complete Interview. They discuss the origin of the band name, and why they only do their original music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3hVEy8Y8dg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3hVEy8Y8dg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be funny enough if it ended here, but it does not. Once these videos were posted on the Internet, the power of the Internet took over. Complete became popular, and eventually someone tracked them down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued in part two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-8401329262879579490?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/8401329262879579490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=8401329262879579490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8401329262879579490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8401329262879579490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/complete-worst-ban-youve-never-heard-of.html' title='Complete - The Worst Band You&apos;ve Never Heard of - Part One'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7395786121902922178</id><published>2008-07-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:03:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th- Patriotic Music (Weird Interpretation)</title><content type='html'>Happy Independence Day everyone!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at my folks today for the 4th. We got here in time for lunch and will be going to fireworks in a little bit. Just thought I would check in with some entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, without further ado, we have a little patriotic music, courtesy of the Muppets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDA9NbPAK8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDA9NbPAK8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat too much, watch some fireworks, and remember if you still have all 10 fingers, you are not celebrating hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7395786121902922178?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7395786121902922178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7395786121902922178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7395786121902922178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7395786121902922178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th-random-stuff.html' title='July 4th- Patriotic Music (Weird Interpretation)'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-1494709873617913622</id><published>2008-07-01T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:49:01.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliff Mansfield... Pop Culture Prophet???</title><content type='html'>Ok Ok OK...the headline may be a little over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of this blog is "Pop Culture is Eating Itself".  Being lazy, I will directly quote the previous entomology of the phrase that I have posted on Myspace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You see, I grew up in the 70s 90s, and that is what shaped my existence.  So now I watch TV and all I see are shows that are reminiscing about the 70s, 80s, and 90s.  Many of the new movies are sequels or remakes.    We spend so much time watching, thinking, and talking about previous stuff that there is very little good new stuff out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that, what will we see 20 years from now?  Will VH1 be showing "I Love I Love the 80s?"  A program where the "Mo Roccas" of tomorrow talk about the "Mo Roccas" of today?   If you follow that though out, we are basically talking about the stuff from yesterday instead of making good stuff for today.  Therefore, we will eventually end up with a Popular Culture that only references previous Popular Culture.  With no new things to reference, we will run out of source material. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Pop Culture is Eating Itself. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they have finally done it, yes Pop Culture has finally truly begun eating itself.  The initial harbinger of this sad state has been launched on VH1.  Yes, the most significant example of Pop Culture Eating Itself has arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks I give you a clip from VH1's "I LOVE THE NEW MILLENNIUM" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0; background-color:#212121; width:423px;"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vh1.com/video/player/videos/player/embed/" width="423" height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.vh1.com/video/player/videos/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3Fid%3D1589226%26vid%3D250695%26allowFullScreen%3Dtrue" allowFullScreen="true" base="." allowScriptAccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="background-color:#4D4D4D; margin:0 0 0 0; padding:0 0 2px 0; width:423px; text-align:center; overflow:auto; min-width:423px; color:#FDEF35;"&gt; &lt;ul style="margin:0; padding:0; list-style:none; line-height: 12px;"&gt; &lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt; &lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight:bold; font-size:10px; color:#FDEF35; text-decoration:none;" href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/ " onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;VH1 TV Shows&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt; &lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight:bold; color:#FDEF35; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none;" href="http://www.vh1.com/video/music.jhtml" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Music Videos &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt; &lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight:bold; color:#FDEF35; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none;" href="http://www.vh1.com/photos/ " onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Celebrity Photos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin-right: 4px; display: inline;"&gt; &lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight:bold; color:#FDEF35; font-size:10px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.vh1.com/news/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;News &amp;amp; Gossip&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT???? WHAT???????   The iPod??? We are already reminiscing about the ipod???  Is this necessary??? The iPod is still a hot product, it is still "in".   You CAN'T reminisce about something that is still in style!!!    That is not fun, nor pithy, nor smart. It is in the simplest terms...stupid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the equivalent of walking up to someone and saying   "Remember how great yesterday was?? Wow, those were the days."    That person would justifiable look at you like you have a purple cow sitting on your back (I should know, I get that look a lot).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it would seem that the creative well, has run dry enough that we have created shows for every year up to the current year.  That means VH1 and their ilk are out of opportunities for new content for at least the next six months.  Maybe in January they can produce I Love the New Millennium: 2008.  Maybe it can come out on January 2nd, in case we do not remember what happened 2 DAYS AGO!!! Wow!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over two years ago, I came up with the whole concept of "Pop Culture is Eating Itself" and in all honesty, I thought we would come to our senses before it came to pass.  However, VH1 did not come to their senses, and the result is above. And... I called it two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff Mansfield...Pop Culture Prophet???  Maybe not, but I should at least get credit for being astute.  Even if it is meaningless. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of the week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-1494709873617913622?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/1494709873617913622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=1494709873617913622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/1494709873617913622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/1494709873617913622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/cliff-mansfield-pop-culture-prophet.html' title='Cliff Mansfield... Pop Culture Prophet???'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-3870095093745717588</id><published>2008-07-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:20:57.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More New Guns N' Roses</title><content type='html'>Here is some more new Guns N' Roses.  This track leaked at the same time as the last one (which I have fixed the link for).  This song is very uncharacteristic, and is called "If the World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGA8QldwmI4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGA8QldwmI4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5703996333840009707-3870095093745717588?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/3870095093745717588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=3870095093745717588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/3870095093745717588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/3870095093745717588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-new-guns-n-roses.html' title='More New Guns N&apos; Roses'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-15341638047021905</id><published>2008-07-01T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:12:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage, Grace,and Confidence</title><content type='html'>I was on the phone with someone today, and was discussing a project at work.  I am the lead on this project and, at this point in time, it is going very well, and is near completion.  This person said "You are doing a great job with this."  Now this was not someone who I report to, or am necessarily responsible to, (those people kinda have a responsibility to give feedback). It was just someone who, in her own right, has contributed a lot to this particular integration (of a purchased company) and that I just work with.  She just was transparent enough to offer her real thoughts to me in a completely unselfish way.  Being my own worst critic, I did not really know how to respond, but (after telling her that the success up to this point was due to the efforts of a lot of people),  I finally just shut up and thanked her for the kind words.  She is right, we are moving mountains in a short amount of time, and the responsibility lays squarely on my back.  If it were to fail, so would I. So if (when) it succeeds, so will I.  I guess the lesson here is three-fold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be courageous enough to compliment people when you have nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;-Be gracious enough to accept a compliment, without arrogance &lt;br /&gt;-Have confidence that if you are doing what you are supposed to do, you deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make you go hmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-15341638047021905?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/15341638047021905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=15341638047021905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/15341638047021905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/15341638047021905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/07/courage-graceand-confidence.html' title='Courage, Grace,and Confidence'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-8031130108910108035</id><published>2008-06-25T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:42:26.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Remember Showbiz Pizza?</title><content type='html'>A couple of guys apparently purchased an entire animated animal setup from Showiz Pizza and then reprogrammed it to an Usher song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/mediaplayer.swf" flashvars="file=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2008/06/675882/loveinthisclub.flv&amp;amp;displayheight=325&amp;amp;ggtrackid=ebwcvRdoff&amp;amp;backcolor=0x0d0d0d&amp;amp;lightoclor=0x336699&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xcccccc&amp;amp;image=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2008/06/675882/usher.jpg" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="425" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-8031130108910108035?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/8031130108910108035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=8031130108910108035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8031130108910108035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8031130108910108035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-remember-showbiz-pizza.html' title='Do You Remember Showbiz Pizza?'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-2483646543771104068</id><published>2008-06-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:16:50.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>What fuels anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that all too often our first reaction is to have a sharp word at someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we rage...on the road...in the air...at insignificant crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are selfish, more specifically I am selfish.  It is easy to get caught in the trap that you are the star of the show, and that everyone else is supporting cast. It is this belief that our stuff is most significant, that drives anger when others do not think so.  When people step out of the boundaries we create for them, then we get mad.  In the end it is about control, and honestly our sense of what we control is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that everyone is the star in their own production, and therefore none of us are stars.  We need each other, we need community, and we have to forgive instead of snipe.  We have to accept, instead of nitpick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are forgiven, and I am forgiven.  Why then do we find it hard to forgive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are accepted and I am accepted.  Then we need to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battles we fight are battles of  the spirit and of the will.  We cannot fight these battles on our own.  When we do, we fail, and our adversary advances his position in our lives.  God's power over us is more than enough to fight. When we toss it aside it is useless to us, and we get ravaged, and bloodied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that power we are capable of extraordinary patience and forgiveness.  Without it, we can be jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear the kind of forgiveness humans can be capable of, with a nice history lesson thrown in go here:  &lt;a href="http://www.northpointministries.org/player/player.jsp?occurrenceID=3030"&gt;Forgivness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything I have said here makes sense or connects, that is great.  Honestly though, It is 12:10 at night, I am not sleepy (even though I'm tired), and this is all talking to the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the silliness later on in the week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-2483646543771104068?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/2483646543771104068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=2483646543771104068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/2483646543771104068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/2483646543771104068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-602825890629411276</id><published>2008-06-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:15:49.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Guns N' Roses</title><content type='html'>There were three new Guns N' Roses Songs leaked to the 'net last week.    This is my favorite of the three.  Have a listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjYN7ZuL0ks&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjYN7ZuL0ks&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-602825890629411276?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/602825890629411276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=602825890629411276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/602825890629411276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/602825890629411276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-guns-n-roses.html' title='New Guns N&apos; Roses'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7801354514099316159</id><published>2008-06-16T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:27:56.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day @ Six Flags</title><content type='html'>It may seem counterintuitive to some, but I wanted to spend Father's Day at a place for kids.  That is why, after church we went to Six Flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Flags is great, but once they get you past the gate, let the serious price gouging begin.  I won't go into it (because we did have a lot of fun) but ask me about it the next time you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many fun things that we did, but the highlight was Hannah riding the Mindbender with me.  The Mindbender is a roller coaster with two loops and a twist.  Hannah rode the whole way with her hands in the air.  The best part is that it was her first looping roller coaster.  The special part is that the Mindbender was also MY first looping roller coaster.  The first time I rode it was with my dad.  We also took Emily on her first roller coaster (size appropriate of course) and she loved it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we walked a lot,  got VERY wet (especially Mary) on a couple of rides, had relatively short lines,rode on Thomas the tank engine and I got to relive memories from my childhood and teen years with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really what more could you want on Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SFcRkDb9uqI/AAAAAAAAADI/NrT34RS5HEQ/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SFcRkDb9uqI/AAAAAAAAADI/NrT34RS5HEQ/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212654404800199330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-bde-bde-bde That's All Folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7801354514099316159?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7801354514099316159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7801354514099316159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7801354514099316159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7801354514099316159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-six-flags.html' title='Father&apos;s Day @ Six Flags'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SFcRkDb9uqI/AAAAAAAAADI/NrT34RS5HEQ/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-9171959275742970910</id><published>2008-06-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:25:36.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Comments Required...</title><content type='html'>This is EPIC and spot on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAu39I5QOUc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAu39I5QOUc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says everything I think about this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just....just...wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-9171959275742970910?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/9171959275742970910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=9171959275742970910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/9171959275742970910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/9171959275742970910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-comments-required.html' title='No Comments Required...'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-4827174877861105672</id><published>2008-06-10T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:55:57.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clairvoyant...or Claire Huxtable</title><content type='html'>This is from in Living Color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I referenced this in a wedding toast at Bailey's Wedding.  See previous blog entries for more on Bailey.  Also, Bailey and I will be switching blogs for a day coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/ISboO1gIw7t7WSQlAGzmGg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/ISboO1gIw7t7WSQlAGzmGg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-4827174877861105672?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/4827174877861105672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=4827174877861105672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4827174877861105672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4827174877861105672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/clairvoyantor-claire-huxtable.html' title='Clairvoyant...or Claire Huxtable'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-5117799791926314276</id><published>2008-06-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:44:54.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the World</title><content type='html'>Cause we only got four minutes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN7s1q3L-S0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN7s1q3L-S0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get this out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-5117799791926314276?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/5117799791926314276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=5117799791926314276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5117799791926314276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5117799791926314276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/save-world.html' title='Save the World'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7277377196662506347</id><published>2008-06-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:19:51.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited with an old friend</title><content type='html'>I love swimming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have, and I probably always will.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was 5 I took swimming lessons for the first time.  From then until I was 15 I spent anywhere from 5 - 7 days a week at the Williston Country Club in Williston, SC at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day it was amazing.  There was a slide, a diving board.  The deep end was 9 feet deep, and there were always 25 or so people there.  Unless it was raining or thundering, I was one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom (a teacher at the time)  and I would go every day.  She would sit out and talk with her friends, and I would swim until I was very tired and very sunburnt. At 15, the time had come that they just gave me a job.  I was a Lifeguard for the next 3 summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years wore on, insurance worries killed the diving board, I think the sliding board may be gone as well, and after that...things were just not the same.  I still went though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my freshman year @ Clemson, I lived on Cape Cod for a summer.  I worked at &lt;a href="http://www.campgoodnews.org/"&gt;Camp Good News&lt;/a&gt;, and was recertified as a Lifeguard and certified as a swimming instructor.  After that time (1993), I swam only very intermittently. I got moved a lot, I got married, I had kids.  Life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we live in Atlanta, and when we moved here I was happy to learn that our neighborhood has a pool.  What I was not prepared for, was for my love of the water to become a significant part of my life again.   We went on the second day the neighborhood pool opened up for the season, and have not looked back.  Hannah and Emily beg to go to the pool everyday, and many days they get what  they want.  Hannah took swimming lessons last year, but this year she takes two weeks worth.    She also (unlike last year) has a place to practice. (not that she is not doing well already).  So now Hannah at 5 (almost 6) is taking swimming lessons and wants to go to the pool everyday. You can bet I am going with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stories are in many ways generational.  In good ways and bad ways, we relive the patterns of our parents, and pass on our patterns to our kids.  The trick is to break the negative cycles, and replace them with new positive ones.  Look at your parents, and your kids.  Realize the good things you want to pass on and root out the things that you want to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7277377196662506347?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7277377196662506347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7277377196662506347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7277377196662506347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7277377196662506347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/reunited-with-old-friend.html' title='Reunited with an old friend'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-5861145126441946644</id><published>2008-06-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:23:25.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Viral Videos</title><content type='html'>The Internet is great because it creates things that take on a life of their own.  Over the past several years this has most often taken the form of videos that become popular and are then referenced in the culture.  I thought I would share some of my favorite videos with everyone this evening.  Understand, there is no theme, there is consistency, and there is no overarching story to what you are about to see. Turn off logic, and enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up...The Star Wars Kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise is simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kid has the school's video camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kid likes Star Wars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kid forgets to erase the tape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPPj6viIBmU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPPj6viIBmU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course then it takes on a life of its own, and the special effects artists step in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNbLCA4WHCk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNbLCA4WHCk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Up... Chocolate Rain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy named Tay Zonday recorded this song named Chocolate Rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EwTZ2xpQwpA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EwTZ2xpQwpA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gave me a fever...and the only prescription is MORE COWBELL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvqB0uwLj0k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvqB0uwLj0k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we are talking about SNL..Lazy Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6745&amp;amp;related=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.dailymotion.com/swf/x6745&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6745_narniarap_music"&gt;narniarap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Gennita"&gt;Gennita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least...IT"S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY  TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8MDNFaGfT4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8MDNFaGfT4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of this???...the folks at Family Guy have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9U8Vf3kEq4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9U8Vf3kEq4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...have fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-5861145126441946644?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/5861145126441946644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=5861145126441946644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5861145126441946644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5861145126441946644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/favorite-viral-videos.html' title='Favorite Viral Videos'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-8349456861460149092</id><published>2008-06-02T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:37:17.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Birthday Part 2</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday, the Emily birthday extravaganza continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came in to town and brought my grandmother with them.  Four generations of Mansfields had a good time eating and celebrating Emily turning 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firing up the grill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SEScQQVRgaI/AAAAAAAAACI/51lw_HMbHjU/s1600-h/IMGP0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SEScQQVRgaI/AAAAAAAAACI/51lw_HMbHjU/s320/IMGP0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207458872223170978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily pumped about her cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SESc-QVRgbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LRVuknPuuxg/s1600-h/IMGP0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SESc-QVRgbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LRVuknPuuxg/s320/IMGP0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207459662497153458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening her presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SESduQVRgcI/AAAAAAAAACY/hnWQs65fFfA/s1600-h/DSC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SESduQVRgcI/AAAAAAAAACY/hnWQs65fFfA/s320/DSC00170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207460487130874306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SESeawVRgdI/AAAAAAAAACg/hNzsnD-Vw4E/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SESeawVRgdI/AAAAAAAAACg/hNzsnD-Vw4E/s320/DSC00179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207461251635053010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Flick had too much excitement as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SESflwVRgeI/AAAAAAAAACo/KRmNIqWmW10/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SESflwVRgeI/AAAAAAAAACo/KRmNIqWmW10/s320/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207462540125241826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-8349456861460149092?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/8349456861460149092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=8349456861460149092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8349456861460149092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8349456861460149092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/06/emilys-birthday-part-2.html' title='Emily&apos;s Birthday Part 2'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SEScQQVRgaI/AAAAAAAAACI/51lw_HMbHjU/s72-c/IMGP0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7873457219377229826</id><published>2008-05-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:10:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fun</title><content type='html'>Hey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in a very focused mood this evening, and you get the benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of random things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer is Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you have never heard Doc Watson, you are missing out.  This man is a national treasure.  Do some research online, and you will see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with my favorite song that he does a unique rendition of, Summertime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3FymSV3_5o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3FymSV3_5o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here is a Mix of 50 Cent and Nine Inch Nails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHKXtFu_KTg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHKXtFu_KTg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish off...2 hundred and forty dollars worth of pudding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XhS80rwjIg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XhS80rwjIg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7873457219377229826?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7873457219377229826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7873457219377229826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7873457219377229826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7873457219377229826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-fun.html' title='Random Fun'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-5219329759015107184</id><published>2008-05-28T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:19:40.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the Tennessee Aquarium</title><content type='html'>The best fun is often fun that happens on the spur of the moment.  Memorial  day was no exception.  Having been in Nashville we drove back trough Chattanooga.  We stopped in town for lunch and were close to the aquarium, and so we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the friends we met there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4PB9d_umI/AAAAAAAAABY/947siptR6M4/s1600-h/Crab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4PB9d_umI/AAAAAAAAABY/947siptR6M4/s320/Crab.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205614745641532002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4PWdd_unI/AAAAAAAAABg/BSLFl6ozpec/s1600-h/Turtle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4PWdd_unI/AAAAAAAAABg/BSLFl6ozpec/s320/Turtle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205615097828850290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4P3dd_uoI/AAAAAAAAABo/fHKwqjErpWE/s1600-h/Penguin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4P3dd_uoI/AAAAAAAAABo/fHKwqjErpWE/s320/Penguin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205615664764533378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the girls had blast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Qhdd_upI/AAAAAAAAABw/wIUGIaqzWmE/s1600-h/HandE2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Qhdd_upI/AAAAAAAAABw/wIUGIaqzWmE/s320/HandE2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205616386319039122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4RD9d_uqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5GdoZIvISYU/s1600-h/HandE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4RD9d_uqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5GdoZIvISYU/s320/HandE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205616979024525986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Rvtd_urI/AAAAAAAAACA/SNlUNgG_UN4/s1600-h/Hswim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Rvtd_urI/AAAAAAAAACA/SNlUNgG_UN4/s320/Hswim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205617730643802802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, stop and have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-5219329759015107184?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/5219329759015107184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=5219329759015107184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5219329759015107184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5219329759015107184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/visit-to-tennessee-aquarium.html' title='Visit to the Tennessee Aquarium'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4PB9d_umI/AAAAAAAAABY/947siptR6M4/s72-c/Crab.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7539798874384077472</id><published>2008-05-28T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:49:16.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit Revolution</title><content type='html'>As most of you by just talking to me for a few minutes, I love the Nintendo Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most innovative things about it is the fact that it makes you move to play many of the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fine folks at Nintendo have taken this to a whole new level with Wii Fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Hadd_ukI/AAAAAAAAABI/By9gkT28-vc/s1600-h/Wii+Fit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Hadd_ukI/AAAAAAAAABI/By9gkT28-vc/s320/Wii+Fit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205606370455304770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii Fit actually gets you up and give you a work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can personally vouch that this is no game.  It is a real workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all centers around the Wii Balance Board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Iv9d_ulI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jfMKfLH7D38/s1600-h/Balance+Board.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Iv9d_ulI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jfMKfLH7D38/s320/Balance+Board.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205607839334120018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innocuous looking piece of plastic is a very accurate instrument that measures weight and balance.  It is the center of all the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aerobics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strength Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balance Games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Overall, I am sore and have dropped a pound or two.  I am committed to it, and hope to see more results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7539798874384077472?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7539798874384077472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7539798874384077472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7539798874384077472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7539798874384077472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/wii-fit-revolution.html' title='Wii Fit Revolution'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SD4Hadd_ukI/AAAAAAAAABI/By9gkT28-vc/s72-c/Wii+Fit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-130628834336476479</id><published>2008-05-26T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:04:16.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Music</title><content type='html'>It's Memorial Day, and when I think of Memorial Day I think of one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Humpty Dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think I was going to play Lee Greenwood or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RgohnTU9X0A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RgohnTU9X0A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also here is Chris Cornell with Billie Jean.  I like David Cook and all, but Cornell deserves the credit.  This is off the chain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epXN1eUkFGU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epXN1eUkFGU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good to each other, and remember to think about those who sacrifice to give us the ability to be random and silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-130628834336476479?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/130628834336476479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=130628834336476479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/130628834336476479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/130628834336476479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-memorial-day-and-when-i-think-of.html' title='Memorial Day Music'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-5560300199863431625</id><published>2008-05-25T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:49:42.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Birthday Part 1</title><content type='html'>Most of you may remember the story of Emily's birth.  What you may not realize is that she will be three years old on June 1st.  We are in Nashville this weekend, and are celebrating Emily's birthday with Mary's Nashville peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's brother, Bill, grilled steaks, and we had cake and homemade ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and her cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDoVW9d_ugI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fJ2hnkXZWSs/s1600-h/EM+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDoVW9d_ugI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fJ2hnkXZWSs/s320/EM+Cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204495803581708802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Fisting The Cake and Ice Cream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDoV79d_uhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZEbH8YGpCPo/s1600-h/EM+Cake+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDoV79d_uhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZEbH8YGpCPo/s320/EM+Cake+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204496439236868626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah "helping" Emily with presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDoWo9d_uiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/obJkF7TN-N8/s1600-h/EM-H-Presents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDoWo9d_uiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/obJkF7TN-N8/s320/EM-H-Presents.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204497212330981922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun, and part two with my folks is next weekend in the ATL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-5560300199863431625?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/5560300199863431625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=5560300199863431625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5560300199863431625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5560300199863431625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/emilys-birthday-part-1.html' title='Emily&apos;s Birthday Part 1'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDoVW9d_ugI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fJ2hnkXZWSs/s72-c/EM+Cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-8638930150019196302</id><published>2008-05-25T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T05:07:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning...</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday Morning in Nashville...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM Central time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, her brother, and her parents are still asleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just daddy and the girls having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDlV_Nd_ufI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DoKGuTTJFKg/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDlV_Nd_ufI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DoKGuTTJFKg/s400/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204285388838910450" 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/5703996333840009707-8638930150019196302?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/8638930150019196302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=8638930150019196302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8638930150019196302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/8638930150019196302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning...'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDlV_Nd_ufI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DoKGuTTJFKg/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-5811431114993464286</id><published>2008-05-24T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T04:56:29.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conjunction Junction</title><content type='html'>Smile a little, and learn about conjunctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, but ,and or THEY GET YOU PRETTY FAR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkO87mkgcNo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkO87mkgcNo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-5811431114993464286?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/5811431114993464286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=5811431114993464286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5811431114993464286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5811431114993464286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/conjunction-junction.html' title='Conjunction Junction'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-3404498716692467738</id><published>2008-05-24T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:50:02.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Express Yourself!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAmPhbpK6y8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAmPhbpK6y8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5703996333840009707-3404498716692467738?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/3404498716692467738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=3404498716692467738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/3404498716692467738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/3404498716692467738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/express-yourself.html' title='Express Yourself!!!'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7659004922221197808</id><published>2008-05-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:22:48.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!</title><content type='html'>OK...I just posted Hillary Clinton's outrageous comments about the RFK assassination as it pertains to this campaign.   Here is an AWESOME response form Keith Olbermann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually think Olbermann is a jackass, but he hits the target dead center here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clinton will stoop to anything for power.  I have said this for  two years, and like a psycho ex-girlfriend she will not leave the country alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XYDa1v24qg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XYDa1v24qg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/5703996333840009707-7659004922221197808?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7659004922221197808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7659004922221197808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7659004922221197808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7659004922221197808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title='WOW!!!'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-5009640037074754344</id><published>2008-05-24T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:04:34.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If all else fails...kill the competition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x79oO-bOv0s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x79oO-bOv0s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5703996333840009707-5009640037074754344?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/5009640037074754344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=5009640037074754344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5009640037074754344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/5009640037074754344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-all-else-failskill-competition.html' title='If all else fails...kill the competition.'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-7233913207630514844</id><published>2008-05-24T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:43:43.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norwood</title><content type='html'>Good Saturday to Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, you make a lot of friends.  I had several that were very close, but only one that put up with me for all 4 years.  His name is Bailey Norwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all say hi to Bailey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDijutd_ueI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kbFoApjmsx4/s1600-h/baipic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDijutd_ueI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kbFoApjmsx4/s320/baipic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204089392301324770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is a very interesting individual.  He writes songs, has ridden in the the rodeo, and best of all is now a PhD in Economics.  He is also a professor at Oklahoma State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a very unique dynamic such that even when we may not agree philosophically,  we still are able to look at the other's side of  the story.   Then we make  a juvenile joke.  Our conversation are an interesting juxtaposition  of Socrates, Jesus Christ, Joel McHale (from the Soup), and Beavis (yes THAT Beavis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey blogs almost daily, and frequently mentions conversations or experiences we have had in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a great combination of humor, economics, and general thought (and many Cliff references) go check out his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asp.okstate.edu/baileynorwood/Bailey/BaileyBlog.htm"&gt;Bailey's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has his class record a video about me for  YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQiO6Y1Ixcs"&gt;A Comment to Cliff Mansfield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-7233913207630514844?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/7233913207630514844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=7233913207630514844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7233913207630514844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/7233913207630514844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/baileys-blog.html' title='Norwood'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SDijutd_ueI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kbFoApjmsx4/s72-c/baipic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703996333840009707.post-4088257962966748981</id><published>2008-05-24T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:16:29.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to blog on MySpace and Facebook,  so now I am going to try here.  I will probably not update frequently, but I have these thoughts that I want to record.  Who knows I am surprise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cover a variety of topics, but there are few that I don't.  The biggest topic that I do not cover is work.  I figure that I have a job, I like my job, and when I don't I should not complain.  People complain about their jobs too much, and just don't have the patience for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703996333840009707-4088257962966748981?l=popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/feeds/4088257962966748981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703996333840009707&amp;postID=4088257962966748981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4088257962966748981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703996333840009707/posts/default/4088257962966748981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popcultureiseatingitself.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Cliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04104888055002337677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ydHoBxUJIw4/SIO-COjUJ2I/AAAAAAAAADY/-F9JuezvL6c/S220/DSC00401.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
