<?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-8948268</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:46:55.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this routine riot</title><subtitle type='html'>...a little less &lt;i&gt;zoom&lt;/i&gt;, with a little more &lt;i&gt;vroom&lt;/i&gt;...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-3475955921966840616</id><published>2008-11-28T19:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:26:03.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay tuned!</title><content type='html'>Some things I have been up to lately:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;teaching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting stuff for the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surfing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Ocean Road Trip (great before-and-after for Wheel of Fortune)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surfing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking trips to Bunnings (the Home Depot of Australia, it's so good)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;living without: central heating, a clothes dryer (hang clothes outside), a rice cooker, a closet, clean underwear (just kidding)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating Australian bacon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking on a gas stove&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving ma new &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=whip"&gt;whip&lt;/a&gt; (pictures to come)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking Australian beer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mowing the lawn with a whipper-snipper (aka weed whacker)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102685/"&gt;Point Break&lt;/a&gt; to learn Keanu's and Swayze's moves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it for now.  I'll definitely elaborate on these things as I get some time.  Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-3475955921966840616?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/3475955921966840616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=3475955921966840616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/3475955921966840616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/3475955921966840616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/11/stay-tuned.html' title='stay tuned!'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-8364763140945536444</id><published>2008-11-07T22:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:18:48.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer heights high</title><content type='html'>I just heard on the radio that HBO has taken on and is broadcasting an Aussie comedy called "&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/events/summer-heights-high/"&gt;Summer Heights High&lt;/a&gt;."  If you ask any Aussie what that is, they can tell you and probably recite the whole series.  It is a mocumentry of a public school in Australia with the main characters all played by one actor (Chris Lilley).  This series is hilarious!!!  I did get worried watching it though, because I thought maybe all schools in Australia were like this.  If you can get your hands on this, definitely watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we have moved lots of stuff into our new house and it is wonderful!  Next up on the to-buy list is a BBQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-8364763140945536444?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/8364763140945536444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=8364763140945536444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8364763140945536444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8364763140945536444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/11/bummer-heights-high.html' title='bummer heights high'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-1186131777609620064</id><published>2008-10-25T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:10:09.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>school...again</title><content type='html'>This past Friday, I worked my first day of teaching ever.  I signed up with this teaching agency that sets up schools with teachers and I was placed in a secondary school for a day of PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I drove by the school and parked on a little side street beside it.  I walked in past some crazy decorations and students all dressed up in costumes.  I thought it was Halloween (a week early) and I picked a great day to start!  I asked some students where the office was and they pointed me in the right direction.  I walk closer and realize that I'm a the wrong school, I walked up to an all girls private school.  I just walked back out and walked to the next school which was my correct school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the school organiser and he gave me my schedule and I met some of the other teachers.  It was really good that there was another phys. ed. teacher there and he helped me out in terms of where to go and where the equipment was.  The kids are pretty much the same as Canadian kids.  Some were a little rowdier though, probably because I was a substitute.  It was a pretty good day.  Next week I'll be working at another secondary school for four days.  We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got up on my first waves yesterday!  I can't wait to go surfing again, woo hoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-1186131777609620064?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/1186131777609620064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=1186131777609620064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1186131777609620064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1186131777609620064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/10/schoolagain.html' title='school...again'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-910312453051094899</id><published>2008-10-17T17:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:14:19.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes</title><content type='html'>One of the funny things about Australia is that people wear there shoes inside their house!  Just walk in without taking your shoes off.  I'm used to taking off my shoes and even movers in Edmonton would put on little booties before stepping inside your house.  The other thing is that I have seen many people walking on the street without shoes on!  It's almost the opposite here.  Strange, but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-910312453051094899?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/910312453051094899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=910312453051094899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/910312453051094899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/910312453051094899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoes.html' title='shoes'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-3841955955847935888</id><published>2008-10-06T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:22:13.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PI!!!! (Phillip Island)</title><content type='html'>The weekend of October 3-5 was MotoGP Phillip Island.  To those who aren't into the motorbike racing, Phillip Island is probably best known for the Penguin Parade.  Every night, the penguins come in from the ocean and go to sleep in their little burrows.  We saw the penguins and they were so funny walking up the beach to get home.  There were heaps of Asian tourists there!  I didn't take pictures of the penguins though because the lights scare them (nobody could take pictures).  I have them in my memory though!  We saw one poop and one run and fall into a hole.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at an awesome farm/house that was one of Cyn's family friends.  It was an awesome property with a close by beach!  I took my first dip in the ocean there and it was cooooooolllld!  We saw some beached jellyfish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for what we've all been waiting for, the bikes!  We went on all three days.  Friday was their first practice day and there were about 24 000 people there.  Pretty busy, but not too bad at all.  If you don't know, there are three classes that race during a MotoGP weekend.  The 125cc 2-strokes, 250cc 2-strokes, and 800cc 4-strokes.  The MotoGP guys were going 330 km/h on the straight while the 125s were getting up to 245 km/h (not slow at all!).  the first thing you'll notice is the sounds of the bikes!  I took videos, so I won't describe them, but you feel the noise.  I was overloaded with everything to see!  I took 300 pictures over weekend!!!!  Seeing these guys fly around the track made me want to ride so much!  A track day might be in order here.  Phillip Island is the fastest track on the MotoGP calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the race, we were sitting by turn 7 and 8 right by the fence.  The bikes were so close and we heard every ear splitting decibal the bikes put out!  I have to say that of all the GP bikes, I like the sound of the Honda thee most.  The Ducati was very recognizable, as was the Kawasaki, but the Honda just sounded so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a Rossi fan from when I first started watching and I still am, but I found a new hero in Nicky Hayden!  He is just so friendly to the crowd and so good to watch.  Pulling wheelies for the crowd during the cool down lap, how can you not like him!!!!!!  He had a fantastic race too, except for near the end where you can tell his tires were wearing while Rossi chased him down and passed him on the last lap.  Rossi finished 2nd from a 12th starting position.  How good is that!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fantastic weekend that I'll remember for a long time.  I have pictures to put up as well (I'll put an update once I get it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-3841955955847935888?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/3841955955847935888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=3841955955847935888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/3841955955847935888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/3841955955847935888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/10/pi-phillip-island.html' title='PI!!!! (Phillip Island)'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-4857184763945636908</id><published>2008-10-06T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:52:40.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>Did you know that drink cans here are 375mL?  They are slightly taller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-4857184763945636908?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/4857184763945636908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=4857184763945636908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/4857184763945636908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/4857184763945636908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/10/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-8451956144137557227</id><published>2008-10-06T18:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:42:14.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indi!  (the farm, not Harrison Ford)</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, I have found it hard to get internet access for my computer, so the pictures that I have taken are not uploaded yet.  When I finally find a place to hook up, I'll upload and explode your senses with the awesomeness that is Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the short exploration of Geelong, I was off to Cynthia's parent's farm.  It's about a 3 hour drive from Geelong and we made it quick.  Being a city boy, I didn't know exactly what to expect, but I knew there was lots of land, animals, and a scooter to ride around on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip to the farm, I also had my first chance to do some driving.  It takes some time getting used to driving on the opposite side of the road!  Cyn's car is also a manual and I don't get to practice that much on one of those.  After driving on the wrong side of the road for a bit, I got the hang of it and driving was good.  I also turned on the windshield wipers instead of the turn signals more than once.  Cyn took over again once we got really rural.  One other thing is that I noticed is that there are way more hills on than in Edmonton.  When you add in hills to single lane roads for both directions of traffic, it gets freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drive, there were fields and fields just like the prairies, but add in the hills and also huge trees in the middle of crop fields.  It was cool to see!  Lots of sheep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the farm, it was getting a little dark, but we rolled into the drive and saw her parents.  Then we took a quick spin on the &lt;a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=SLjnqkXNWJs"&gt;Honda C90&lt;/a&gt; before dinner!  At dinner, Cyn's dad showed me to a variet of Aussie beers.  I tried lots of types over that weekend!  Let's see, I've had Victoria Bitter (VB) and Pure Blonde before, then I tried: Coopers, Melbourne Bitter, Blue Tongue, Beez Neez, and probably some other ones I haven't remembered!Anyways, lots of beer, good times.  On the farm, we also saw lots of kangaroos hanging out.  It was super fun.  We were on the back of the ute and Cyn's dad was driving super fast through the trees to chase the 'roos!  Lots of pictures, but once again they aren't uploaded yet.  It was just amazing seeing these huge gum trees and all the land.  The farm was absolutely fantastic!  I could spend more time there for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way back was a little hair raising again because it was during the night.  As of now, I have driving in Geelong and am getting used to the different traffic behaviours!  Next up, Phillip Island!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-8451956144137557227?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/8451956144137557227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=8451956144137557227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8451956144137557227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8451956144137557227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/10/indi-farm-not-harrison-ford.html' title='Indi!  (the farm, not Harrison Ford)'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-624095070608301795</id><published>2008-09-25T00:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:31:48.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hellooooooo, everybody!  This is the revival of my blog and let's start with the first post of me in Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background is that this is the first time I've lived away from home for an extended period of time.  Very exciting stuff and it's a fairly big move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all adventures start at the airport.  I went to check in and then lined up to get my luggage taken care of.  I finally realized that nobody was even working at the check-in desk!!!  We thought Air Canada had folded!!  But no, they figured it out and I think they got a couple people to check everybody in.  Then we had to go through security and my flight was leaving in 40 minutes, I think.  As I finally got past security, they were already boarding!!!  I made it on and it was all good.  Phew, close one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Vancouver, I sat in the terminal before my 15 hour flight.  I must give a shout out to the free WiFi provided at the Vancouver airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane, I had a window seat and a nice lady from Sydney had the aisle seat.  Nobody was sitting in between us, yessssss.  That was great.  I got on to eventually watch five movies (What Happens in Vegas, Indiana Jones, Kung Fu Panda, Speed Racer, and The Happening) and even have a nice nap in there!  I had my &lt;a href="http://www.shure.com/ProAudio/Products/PersonalMonitorSystems/us_pro_SCL2_content"&gt;Shure SCL2&lt;/a&gt; earphones and they were absolutely awesome.  They blocked out a lot of the plane noise so that I could listen to the movies at the lowest volume setting (so I didn't kill my ears).  I definitely recommend these to anyone who has to do some flying.  As I got closer to Sydney, I started feeling a little nervous because it was getting real!  I landed and missed my flight to Melbourne, so I got on a later one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Melbourne, I finally met up with Cyn and we headed into the city!  The driving is craaaaazy!!  First of all, I'm still getting used to cars driving on the left.  I don't know where to look yet, so it's all a little crazy!  Lots of jaywalking and lots of traffic.  The Aussie accent is sometimes a little quick and it takes me a little bit to process it.  I have to point out that the toilets have a cool feature as well.  They have a full flush or a half flush, so you can save water if you are just flushing for a pee!  That is good water saving that every toilet in the world should have.  We were around Lygon Street, which has lots of restaurants and the first thing we did was get a kebab.  They're pretty much what we call donairs in Canada.  We had some chicken ones and it was supreme goodness!  Drunk food at it's best!  Then we walked around a little at night and called it a day.  The next day we had some brekky and drove to Geelong.  The bacon over here is pretty sweet.  It's almost more like ham (I'll take some pictures next time).  And also, the toast doesn't come on a separate plate or with jam.  It's meant to be eaten with the eggs and bacon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive from Melbourne to Geelong was also pretty interesting.  People actually drive under the limit because their photo enforcement is hardcore and it gives demerits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Geelong, I have gone to the city for the day and walked around a bit.  I can see the ocean!!!!  It's actually pretty amazing.  Next up will be visiting some beaches.  More updates to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-624095070608301795?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/624095070608301795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=624095070608301795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/624095070608301795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/624095070608301795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/09/australia.html' title='Australia!!!!!'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-1173078005653147298</id><published>2008-02-15T16:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:08:29.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom extraction</title><content type='html'>Wisdom teeth, that is.  I haven't blogged in a long time and I thought it'd be a good time to get back on the blog train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had my 2 lower wisdom teeth extracted.  Prior to this, I have never been sedated, had an IV, or basically gone through surgery.  I've never even had a Tylenol 3 until now (which I know now is codeine, a controlled substance).  Basically, I am quite innocent in the world of surgery and post-op recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my fair share of research through Wikipedia (awesome) just because I research stuff when I'm interested and also because I didn't know if I wanted them taken out.  The dentist said they were straight and there was room, but the teeth have not moved much over a year.  The teeth were peeking out a little, but not fully exposed like a regular tooth.  I now realize that my situation could have fallen under the second most common category of impaction, which is vertical impaction (38%).  This is where the wisdom tooth is straight, but the tooth does not fully erupt past the gum line.  If I left it, then there would be a flap of gum where food and bacteria can get trapped.  The flap is called the operculum.  I didn't like this flap hanging around anymore, so the teeth came out.  (And also because I'm still under my dad's health insurance!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I remember of the day was going to the surgery place and filling in an info sheet.  Then going into the room, which was quite small compared to a regular dentist room.  I looked around and there were some gas lines, and some dental equipment with some burly metal handles.  Like screwdrivers but the tool was right on the end of the handle, and the handle was metal.  After that, the doctor explained about the nerves, and how it is rare that it gets damaged, which would result in having a numb lip and tongue forever (eeks!).  He even asked me if I wanted to be sedated.  This caught me off guard, so I asked him what people usually do even thought I knew what most people chose.  He called in the anesthesiologist and jokingly told him that I didn't want the drugs.  So I played along and said, "yup, just gotta man up."  I think it is a good thing to have some humour before something serious like a surgery.  It just loosens up the tension a bit and maybe the doctor will take more care if he is working on a funny guy!  The doctor was a cool guy though, he did come in saying, "what's up man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he put in a little IV needle in my hand, which hurt less than a blood test needle.  That IV was what I expected to be the most painful, but no problems!  It wasn't attached to anything, the anesthesiologist just put in 3 needles or something and that was it.  They also put this nose snorkel thing that was giving me some oxygen.  It was kind of space aged, like I was in Star Wars or something.  After that, I felt a little tingle go up my arm and probably within three minutes, I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you know, I'm waking up on a sweet leather recliner and my mom is there!  I was all tripped out and had to walk to get my shoes (it's like a house, you wouldn't wear you muddy shoes in the house would you?).  I didn't know how I got from the office to the passenger seat of the van, but it happened.  And I was still very sleepy, but my mom said she had to go get some drugs and asked if I wanted anything.  I said I wanted a Booster Juice and she asked me what flavour.  She gave me a pen and a receipt to write it on, but the pen wasn't working and I don't know if my mom would remember "Mango Hurricane," so I just said Original.  My mom got it and I held it between my legs and fell asleep.  I walked from the van to my house, put the Booster Juice in the fridge, and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I had some sick gauze in my mouth that I took out.  Pretty bloody, but not bad.  I read the post-op stuff and took a T3.  Then I opened up the Booster Juice and started chugging.  It was damn good and I was slobbering everywhere.  I even have some red spots on my pants that can prove it!  Whatever, the slobbering was worth the drink.  Then I just put in some new gauze and watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not to swollen right now, and I hope it doesn't get worse.  Maybe I'm like Wolverine with super quick healing powers.  I hope so!  Then maybe I can get my skeleton laced with Adamantium.  Hmmmm, yes, that'd be sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-1173078005653147298?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/1173078005653147298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=1173078005653147298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1173078005653147298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1173078005653147298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2008/02/wisdom-extraction.html' title='wisdom extraction'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-8304233404492187177</id><published>2007-12-28T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:48:23.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait...</title><content type='html'>It's the winter of 2007 and I can't wait for May, because that's when race school is.  I see my bike in the garage every time I go out and I just can't wait to open her up on the track.  I do have skiing in the winter, but it just seems like I've been cooped up in the house the last couple weeks.  I just need to get out of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-8304233404492187177?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/8304233404492187177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=8304233404492187177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8304233404492187177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8304233404492187177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/12/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait...'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-7393980461502022700</id><published>2007-07-08T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:37:41.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>magnum</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to West Ed to visit my camp friends who came to town.  Jumbuck (my roomie at camp) and I went to the shooting range to pop some caps.  We decided to go big (instead of go home) so we chose the .44 magnums.  These are freaking huge guns, we were looking at ones with 9 1/2" barrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these things kicked like mad!  My hand was hurting after a few shots.  The bullets themselves were freaking huge.  Loading them up was super cool too because it is a revolver.  Six-shooter!  It definitely made both of us shaky afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://adorocinema.cidadeinternet.com.br/filmes/magnum-44/magnum-44-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-7393980461502022700?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/7393980461502022700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=7393980461502022700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/7393980461502022700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/7393980461502022700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/07/magnum.html' title='magnum'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-6487257390785346870</id><published>2007-05-29T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:31:07.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>funk soul brother</title><content type='html'>Right about now, I'm about half way done my work term at YoWoChAs.  It's been reallllly great.  Mosquitoes are huge, but super slow meaning I kill about 1.6 million a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had two days off after about two weeks of work (we went to Jasper in between, but since I didn't come home, it didn't feel like days off).  It feels good, but at the same time awkward.  I'm used to waking up and having to walk 50 metres to the office to use the washroom.  At home, I just have to hold my pee in for a five second walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to sleeping at night to the sound of frogs and other animals at camp.  At home, I turn on the stereo for some background sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I eat whenever, wherever.  I'm used to set meal times at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink out at camp.  I miss drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I tell people when I go poo poo.  At camp, I tell people when I go poo poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-6487257390785346870?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/6487257390785346870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=6487257390785346870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6487257390785346870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6487257390785346870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/05/funk-soul-brother.html' title='funk soul brother'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-8898279031339664273</id><published>2007-05-06T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:16:29.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't buy a pickle, i bought some bubble gum</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a loonnnnnnnnng time, and I think right now is a good time since I'm at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working at &lt;a href="http://www.compusmart.ab.ca/yowochas/"&gt;Camp YoWoChAs&lt;/a&gt;, which is in the hamlet of Fallis on Lake Wabamun.  I am a Spring Outdoor Programmer, so I basically am a camp counsellor for school and corporate groups who come in.  It's great out here.  Great food, great people, &lt;a href="http://en.kegsteakhouse.com"&gt;see you tonight&lt;/a&gt;.  There's fun stuff like the ropes course, the zipline, and the climbing wall (spinny holds!!).  Campfire songs are sweet too.  I am starting to learn some and soon I will have to lead them!!!  That will be my karaoke substitute.  We have three people working here and they are from Australia.  Sweet accents, I'm trying to pick it up along with the words they use (example: reckon for think, cut for disappointed, boot for trunk, chips for fries, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive back to camp today was kinda weird.  I was in the passing lane just after I passed a car and I was going about 130 - 140 km/h.  All of a sudden we hear this whirring like a window was partially opened and then a big snap kind of sound and then I look in the side view mirror and it looked as if I ran over a truck tire retread.  But I didn't see it in front.  So I pull over and we go out to investigate and it was the plastic shroud around my front driver-side tire that ripped off.  This is the same area where I recently had my car repaired because of the lady that hit me (the front driver-side fender).  So right now all the guts are exposed, like the washer fluid resevoir, suspension bits, miscellaneous electronics, etc.  I'll have to get it fixed the next time I'm back in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-8898279031339664273?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/8898279031339664273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=8898279031339664273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8898279031339664273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8898279031339664273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-didnt-buy-pickle-i-bought-some-bubble.html' title='i didn&apos;t buy a pickle, i bought some bubble gum'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-6593086247557442226</id><published>2007-04-09T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:33:34.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>canned</title><content type='html'>I've been all about the canned goods recently.  Mostly just the Heinz pastas (Pokemon, Simpsons, Zoo Animals, etc.), Chef Boyardee pastas (lasagna, ravioli, spaghetti, etc.), and soups.  The Chef Boyardee cans are awesome because they have a tab so that you don't have to use a can opener to open them.  Super good if you are bringing a can for lunch.  The soups are pretty good as well.  I've had some Campbell's Select soups that are pretty good, like Subway style soups.  The Tomato Garden is excellent, but I had this Vegetable Beef one that wasn't as good.  I think the ones with meat aren't as good in a can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had this Puritan stew stuff a while back and thought it was gross.  It just seemed like a bunch of MSG like stuff.  No good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-6593086247557442226?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/6593086247557442226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=6593086247557442226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6593086247557442226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6593086247557442226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/04/canned.html' title='canned'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-7011835370863624685</id><published>2007-03-28T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:42:52.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Sharks!</title><content type='html'>Yes, just like &lt;a href="http://mattrosanna.blogspot.com/2007/03/save-sharks.html"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt;, I went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.sharkwater.com"&gt;SharkWater&lt;/a&gt; and it was awesome.  Go see it and &lt;a href="http://www.savingsharks.com"&gt;save the sharks&lt;/a&gt;.  No more shark fin soup for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-7011835370863624685?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/7011835370863624685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=7011835370863624685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/7011835370863624685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/7011835370863624685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/03/save-sharks.html' title='Save the Sharks!'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-2559345888231293653</id><published>2007-03-19T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:16:45.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i like to nap</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, after a final exam when I got home, I had a nap.  At dinner time, my mom walked into my room and shook my arm gently to wake me up.  I woke up and she asked me if I was drunk, hahahaha.  I just like to nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-2559345888231293653?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/2559345888231293653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=2559345888231293653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/2559345888231293653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/2559345888231293653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-to-nap.html' title='i like to nap'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-7000579391196504775</id><published>2007-03-14T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:30:34.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger comments</title><content type='html'>Okay, who else is pissed off at how hard it is to comment on Blogger?  First, you can't use the Tab button to move to the next box because it just goes to some random place when you push Tab.  Seriously, when you type in your ID you push Tab and you type in your password right?  Not for Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the Google login.  I have to type in my whole email address every time, that's a whole bunch of unnecessary keystrokes.  Why couldn't I just keep my Blogger login ID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you've put in all that stuff and used the mouse to move from box-to-box, it still screws up!!  I've had it happen so much lately where I type in a comment, go through word verification, login, and then it will come up all blank and say that I didn't write anything.  That seriously pisses me off because sometimes I can't remember the whole comment I made and then I have to rewrite it in paraphrased form.  AHHHHHH, frustrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-7000579391196504775?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/7000579391196504775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=7000579391196504775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/7000579391196504775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/7000579391196504775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogger-comments.html' title='blogger comments'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-6895988345253579867</id><published>2007-03-12T20:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:54:49.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i could be your superman</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Superman&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Superman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=80&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 80%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Flash&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=70&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 70%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=65&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 65%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Robin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=57&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 57%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Iron Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Supergirl&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=35&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 35%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=25&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 25%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Hulk&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=25&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 25%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Batman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=25&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 25%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You are mild-mannered, good, &lt;BR&gt;strong and you love to help others.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-6895988345253579867?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/6895988345253579867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=6895988345253579867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6895988345253579867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6895988345253579867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-could-be-your-superman.html' title='i could be your superman'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-6576386450512415824</id><published>2007-02-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:56:31.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big ben</title><content type='html'>I watched the Oscars last night and at the end, eTalk daily had some Ben Mulroney on.  I don't understand why this guy is still on TV.  He is just soooooooooooooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that &lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/2/20652/NKOSCARS.jpg"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/0/3362/reese.jpg"&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/0/10/cate.jpg"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/a&gt; looked very ravishing.  I thought Ellen was pretty funny, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, The Amazing Race is on TV and I see another Rob and Amber appearance.  I am actually quite sick of seeing them on a TV too.  Aren't they already reality TV'd out?  Let someone else have a chance!  I mean goddamn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-6576386450512415824?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/6576386450512415824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=6576386450512415824' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6576386450512415824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6576386450512415824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/02/big-ben.html' title='big ben'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-369004239890952227</id><published>2007-02-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:58:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family feud</title><content type='html'>Name the month when malls start celebrating Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've said November (number 1 answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people agreed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-369004239890952227?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/369004239890952227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=369004239890952227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/369004239890952227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/369004239890952227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/02/family-feud.html' title='family feud'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-158963697159447046</id><published>2007-02-14T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:24:37.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she was too tired to fight about it</title><content type='html'>The Eagles are amazing.  Definitely good musicians and they can all sing!  I'd love to go to a live show, just love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the Fast Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gTryvhwi4LM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gTryvhwi4LM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Will Keep Us Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqn_TFEwxns"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqn_TFEwxns" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take It Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbbzB-GTYT0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbbzB-GTYT0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good, just so good.  I wish I could sing like any of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-158963697159447046?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/158963697159447046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=158963697159447046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/158963697159447046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/158963697159447046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-was-too-tired-to-fight-about-it.html' title='she was too tired to fight about it'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-1097428086906452876</id><published>2007-02-08T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:21:43.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please, enlighten me</title><content type='html'>I have one question to the women out there.  Why must you file your nails in public?  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was at a conference listening to a keynote address from an awesome speaker.  Everything is going fine, then this woman comes in ten minutes late and sits two seats away from me.  First, she opens something up to eat, which I'm totally fine with, but afterwards, she breaks out a file and starts filing her nails.  She totally wasn't watching the speaker, but she let out a few laughs here and there.  This wasn't a short nail fix-up either, she was filing for probably 30-40 minutes.  It was like she doesn't cut her nails, she just files them down.  Every finger got some attention.  Not only did I find this slightly annoying, I find it a little unhygienic.  I was probably breathing in her sloughed off dead cells and she didn't have a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't cut my hair while I'm taking the bus.  Or trim my nose-hairs in class, but why is it that I see women filing their nails in public.  What makes this socially acceptable?  I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-1097428086906452876?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/1097428086906452876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=1097428086906452876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1097428086906452876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1097428086906452876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/02/please-enlighten-me.html' title='please, enlighten me'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-5723362040164478958</id><published>2007-02-03T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:13:46.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the saints are coming</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard by now, let me inform you that I am no longer going to Leduc for my student teaching.  Apparently something didn't work out and I was not informed of this until my university facilitator told me that I was no longer going to Leduc.  He took me outside, like I was a kid in trouble, to tell me this one-on-one.  When I asked him why, he said he asked the same question and he just told me that the field experience associate told him I'm dropped from the school.  This was on Wednesday night, and I had two midterms on Thursday.  I checked my email countless times waiting for news of my new placement.  I finally get a call late Friday afternoon and I was told that there was a placement in a junior high school in St. Albert.  Yes, I'll say it again, St. Albert.  I live pretty deep in the South East corner of the city and St. Albert is effing so far for me.  I have to commute through the whole city of crappy ass drivers.  I'm not being pessimistic in saying that I might get hit by some impatient driver, again.  Driving in Edmonton is like the plague, slowly taking out a couple cars at a time.  I enjoy driving too!  But I was talking with Travis, and he said that maybe it was fate and that I'll meet a super awesome mentor teacher at my new school.  I guess only time will tell (and it'll take a little extra time for me to drive there).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-5723362040164478958?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/5723362040164478958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=5723362040164478958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/5723362040164478958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/5723362040164478958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/02/saints-are-coming.html' title='the saints are coming'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-4513478866800337559</id><published>2007-01-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:17:59.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>upper cuts</title><content type='html'>*Make sure you read the post below, it's new and more exciting that this one, but I was compelled to write this one.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is a mess.  I need a cut like a Hummer needs gas.  But I hate hair cuts, just like I hate cutting my nails (even though both are crucial).  I just seem like it's the biggest waste of time.  Like why does your hair grow?  Just to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually go to the Aveda Academy to get a student to cut my hair and it's sweet (and cheapish).  It usually takes at least a week before I can get in for an appointment though, so I decided to go check out a cheapy drop in place.  The Super Cuts coupon looked good, $4 off a $14 hair cut.  The one on Whyte Ave. is the closest to me at school, so that's where I go.  I step in and there are four people in there, one guy waiting, one guy just getting finished, one girl getting her hair dyed, and the hair dresser.  I don't know how accurate the term "hair dresser" is to describe this person though.  Let's just say that she looked like she belonged on Maury more than she fit the bill of a professional hair cutter.  Anyways, I suck it up and sign up on the sheet.  Apparently the Super Cut ($14) doesn't even include a hair wash, weird.  The Super Cut II with the hair wash is $18.  You get a hair massage, hair wash, hair cut, and face wash at Aveda for 20 some bucks.  Anyways, I keep reminding myself that I have to suck it up because this hair cut is urgent!!  The dude pays up for his hair cut and I take a look at it, some high school kid that looks like Eminem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.krstarica.com/slike/magazin/tinejdzeri/eminem1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, "maybe he asked for it," I reassure myself.  Some new dude walks in and the hair dresser tells him that there is a 30 minute wait.  I realize that the dude in front of me had already waited for over 10 minutes.  "How long can it take?," I ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, she attends the girl who is getting her hair dyed.  Apparently the hair dye girl works there too (the morning shift).  They start bitching about how it goes dead, and then a rush of 3 or 4 people come in at a time.  This is where I start thinking, "oh hell no."  I don't want a hair cutter person who gets mad when she has to cut hair.  I just walked up to the sign in sheet and crossed my name off and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the Aveda Salon!!!!  I walk in and make an appointment for tomorrow morning.  Hahahahaha, that was so easy.  Never will I cheat on you again, Aveda, never!!  Hair massage, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Title:  The title of this post is a name I would use if I opened up a hair salon.  It sure as hell won't be bush league like Super Cuts though.  If you steal my salon name, you'll owe me %75 of your profits.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-4513478866800337559?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/4513478866800337559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=4513478866800337559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/4513478866800337559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/4513478866800337559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/upper-cuts.html' title='upper cuts'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-1620562353528639668</id><published>2007-01-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:27:57.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the duke</title><content type='html'>Well, I just found out where I'm going for my student teaching stint this semester: Leduc Composite High School!  Woooooo!  I'm actually quite excited because it's not that far.  In the applications, they ask you if you have a car, and being an idiot, I said I had a car.  When people answer yes, they usually put you somewhere far.  I had horrible dreams of going to Fort Saskatchewan, or St. Albert.  Driving that everyday would kill me.  I'm happy I'm going to Leduc, I could probably pick up a nice part-time job out in Nisku while I'm at it.  You know what they say, you can't have Leduc without ED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-1620562353528639668?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/1620562353528639668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=1620562353528639668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1620562353528639668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1620562353528639668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/duke.html' title='the duke'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-972961592193633460</id><published>2007-01-17T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:29:26.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies 108</title><content type='html'>From Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, go to your own facebook account, paste this as a note. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number, and click post at the bottom. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;(x) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;(x) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;(x) AnchorMan&lt;br /&gt;(x) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;( ) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;( ) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;( ) Signs&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;( ) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;(x) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;( ) Robots&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;(x) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;() Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;( ) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;(x) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;(x) KING KONG&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dumber &amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving X-MAS&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flubber&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(x) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;( ) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lucky Number Sleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Supremecy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;() Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;( ) Curious George&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Christine&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Bosses Daughter&lt;br /&gt;( ) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;( ) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;( ) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-2&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;( ) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;(x) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Miracle on 34th street&lt;br /&gt;(x) Old School&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;( ) Krippendorf's Tribe&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;(x) The 40-year-old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Baseketball&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hostel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waiting for Guffman&lt;br /&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;( ) Devils Rejects&lt;br /&gt;(x) Elf&lt;br /&gt;( ) Highlander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mothman Prophecies&lt;br /&gt;( ) American History X&lt;br /&gt;( ) Three&lt;br /&gt;Total so Far: 84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Jacket&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kung Fu Hustle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shaolin Soccer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Night Watch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;() Titanic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shaun Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Willard&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) High Tension&lt;br /&gt;( ) Club Dread&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hulk&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dawn Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hook&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chronicles Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;(x) 28 days later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Orgazmo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Phantasm&lt;br /&gt;(x) Waterworld&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mortal Kombat&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wolf Creek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kingdom of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;( ) the Hills Have Eyes&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Last House on the Left&lt;br /&gt;( ) Re-Animator&lt;br /&gt;() Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Animatrix&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Team America: World Police&lt;br /&gt;(x) Red Dragon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 108&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-972961592193633460?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/972961592193633460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=972961592193633460' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/972961592193633460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/972961592193633460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/movies-108.html' title='Movies 108'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-2795718938053735933</id><published>2007-01-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:41:15.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heat of the moment</title><content type='html'>I've frequented my neighbourhood Sobeys lately because of my increased nutritional requirements.  Being vigourously active for six days a week makes me a hungry boy.  I seriously don't stop eating (and shitting).  Anyways, back to Sobeys, they play the sweetest music.  It's like old school Red Robin oldies where you might not know the song name, but at least you can sing along to some part of the song.  I love it.  Today, they played some "Heat of the Moment" by Asia, and I didn't even mind waiting for the deli guy to cut my black peppered turkey.  I just walked around, browsing there berries (strawberries and raspberries are the bomb), checked out some canned soups and pastas and was outta there.  I love that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-2795718938053735933?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/2795718938053735933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=2795718938053735933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/2795718938053735933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/2795718938053735933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/heat-of-moment.html' title='heat of the moment'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-4472627422374610970</id><published>2007-01-13T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:15:52.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best a man can get</title><content type='html'>Today, I shaved with a genuine Mach 3 Turbo blade for the first time in a long time.  If you didn't know, recently I tried to save some cash by buying my razor blades on eBay.  I love eBay, but this time I was fooled.  I bought some fake blades, so I am here to warn you to be careful on eBay!  Check out this site: &lt;a href="http://www.fakeblades.com"&gt;www.fakeblades.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh man, a real blade feels so good, even compared to a Schick Xtreme 3, the Mach 3 Turbo blade feels so much smoother.  It just glides over my skin.  The next time I shave and you notice, I'll let you feel my face.  You'll have to wash your hands first, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my second meet as a varsity athlete this Sunday, it'll be fun.  The James Blunt CD is actually really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-4472627422374610970?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/4472627422374610970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=4472627422374610970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/4472627422374610970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/4472627422374610970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-man-can-get.html' title='the best a man can get'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-8738967620091153369</id><published>2007-01-06T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:16:34.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spiders on drugs</title><content type='html'>Watch it, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8-KDQNgiQg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8-KDQNgiQg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-8738967620091153369?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/8738967620091153369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=8738967620091153369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8738967620091153369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/8738967620091153369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/spiders-on-drugs.html' title='spiders on drugs'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-3296273936218234271</id><published>2007-01-03T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:04:59.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i learned over christmas</title><content type='html'>This is the Malteser Challenge.  I saw this on "&lt;a href="%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22350%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/6w1AdMUNqqs%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22wmode%22%20value=%22transparent%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/6w1AdMUNqqs%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20wmode=%22transparent%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22350%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;Long Way Round&lt;/a&gt;" done by Charley Boorman.  It's so fun, now go buy some Maltesers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6w1AdMUNqqs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6w1AdMUNqqs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" 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/8948268-3296273936218234271?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/3296273936218234271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=3296273936218234271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/3296273936218234271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/3296273936218234271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-i-learned-over-christmas.html' title='what i learned over christmas'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-7917239463844722035</id><published>2007-01-03T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:17:31.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the emperor's new groove</title><content type='html'>Ryan got some new skates the other day, and I got some new laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/344825422_82844fff72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMO!!!!!!  Hahahaha, this concludes the first episode of Pimp my Skates.  Yo Matt Anderson, how was that way you tied your laces so they won't come loose?  Oh yeah, King Arthur is a sweet movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-7917239463844722035?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/7917239463844722035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=7917239463844722035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/7917239463844722035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/7917239463844722035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/emperors-new-groove.html' title='the emperor&apos;s new groove'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/344825422_82844fff72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-6651928073211085026</id><published>2007-01-01T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:00:28.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"you got served" has a darker, older brother who is in college</title><content type='html'>And I can't wait to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2olAdq7qhE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2olAdq7qhE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-6651928073211085026?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/6651928073211085026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=6651928073211085026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6651928073211085026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6651928073211085026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-got-served-has-darker-older-brother.html' title='&quot;you got served&quot; has a darker, older brother who is in college'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-2642722555551677667</id><published>2006-12-22T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:00:27.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>platewire</title><content type='html'>Ever encounter a bad (or good) driver on the road?  Remember the plate and put it on &lt;a href="http://canada.platewire.com"&gt;PlateWire&lt;/a&gt;.  I only wish there was a system where I could type it in and send the message straight to the driver.  That would be sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-2642722555551677667?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/2642722555551677667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=2642722555551677667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/2642722555551677667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/2642722555551677667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/12/platewire.html' title='platewire'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-1140551778320487623</id><published>2006-12-20T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:05:27.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>canadian guy in taiwan</title><content type='html'>On YouTube, there is this guy called Mordeth13, and he's so funny.  He's an English teacher living in Taiwan and he makes this videos of him commentating while he is riding.  Here's a couple that are so funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4OZCBlELr8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4OZCBlELr8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, watch this one, and stop putting 93 in your Ninja goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwMt92lj_20"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwMt92lj_20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headlights are for other people to see you!!  I so agree with this, goddamn ignorant, selfish people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErNH_9as5r8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErNH_9as5r8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing from the last one, hahahahaahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwSpq1gAyY8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwSpq1gAyY8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest one ever, scooter feel with a motorcycle sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFYUglUXiIk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFYUglUXiIk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I just want to ride so bad.  Living in Vancouver would work well here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-1140551778320487623?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/1140551778320487623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=1140551778320487623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1140551778320487623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/1140551778320487623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/12/canadian-guy-in-taiwan.html' title='canadian guy in taiwan'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-6831229568218280995</id><published>2006-12-18T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:25:29.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jt</title><content type='html'>Justin Timberlake is the greatest on SNL.  I wish I would've seen the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dmVU08zVpA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dmVU08zVpA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJr1ueMrHS4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJr1ueMrHS4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KS865kF3vo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KS865kF3vo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the U2 CD is pretty sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-6831229568218280995?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/6831229568218280995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=6831229568218280995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6831229568218280995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/6831229568218280995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/12/jt.html' title='jt'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116604686688422402</id><published>2006-12-13T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:54:26.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joanne</title><content type='html'>Google won't let me comment on your blog.  Boooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116604686688422402?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116604686688422402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116604686688422402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116604686688422402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116604686688422402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/12/joanne.html' title='joanne'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116563127241015287</id><published>2006-12-08T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:27:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aqua, and other stuff</title><content type='html'>I dunno why, but a friend and I started singing some Aqua during our volleyball class, and so I started to listen to the CD.  So good.  I dunno why, they have the "joke" songs and some that she sings seriously, but it's so catchy.  I dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should have a career in summarizing movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|dropdeadED| says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm watching pulse tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;universe works on a math equation that never even ever really even ends in the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i dont even know what that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|dropdeadED| says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you know, where the ghosts come through your printer and shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;universe works on a math equation that never even ever really even ends in the end says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;oh. haha. goddamn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;colours &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; pleasure&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116563127241015287?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116563127241015287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116563127241015287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116563127241015287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116563127241015287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/12/aqua-and-other-stuff.html' title='aqua, and other stuff'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116545254222885894</id><published>2006-12-06T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:49:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>medals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/316056323/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/316056323_86f73d2c38_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/316056323/"&gt;CIMG0237&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/specialed/"&gt;specialEd&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;Check out these bad boys.  Sweet huh?  These are medals that were given out for my PAC track class.  The top three men and women for each of our four tested events (javelin, 2 km, long jump, 200 m) got a medal, and we even got to stand on the podium!  It was fun.  I got the gold in the long jump and bronze in the 200 m.  These are going with the rest of my medals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116545254222885894?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116545254222885894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116545254222885894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116545254222885894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116545254222885894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/12/medals.html' title='medals'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116484477594976047</id><published>2006-11-29T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:59:36.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be free</title><content type='html'>I've had the same runners for about four years now.  That's waayyyyyy to much mileage for any pair of shoes to provide any good cushioning.  So for this track season, I thought I'd reward myself by getting a nice pair.  According to the Running Room salesperson, I have a neutral gait (as opposed to the overpronation that some people battle), so I don't need a shoe with stability support.  I chose the Mizuno Wave Creation 7 and I ordered it with a big order that my coach set up for us.  Just gotta wait for them to come in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mizunousa.com/images/product/410209_Side.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my volleyball banquet.  The school has a banquet every year at the end of the season and there is a nice dinner, people dress up, we give out awards, and get door prizes.  I won a $25 gift card to the Nike store and it was sweet!  I went to the store, which is awesome, and found exactly what I wanted.  I got a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.nike.com/nikefree/"&gt;Nike Free&lt;/a&gt; running shoes.  These are minimal and are supposed to just give you some protection and mimic the barefoot as much as possible.  The theory is that people get injured a lot because their shoes offer too much support and so the muscles in the feet weaken and therefore you get injuries.  The Frees are used in training to build those muscles back up, so that the feet become stronger.  I'll use these for light workouts and weight sessions, but it won't replace my Mizunos for high impact jump stuff.  They were only 50 bucks, so with my gift card, they came to about 27 bucks.  That's a damn good deal.  Damn they're sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/112/309825802_669851efa0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/309825807_84f048c642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/309825808_45d3c6f0fe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/309825799_40351b1ffd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116484477594976047?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116484477594976047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116484477594976047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116484477594976047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116484477594976047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-free.html' title='be free'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116448179825850094</id><published>2006-11-25T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:09:58.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>schremp, not shrimp</title><content type='html'>This is old, but I just found it and it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1Cg_AXmV3g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1Cg_AXmV3g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-116448179825850094?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116448179825850094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116448179825850094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116448179825850094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116448179825850094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/11/schremp-not-shrimp.html' title='schremp, not shrimp'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116434395328574180</id><published>2006-11-23T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:52:33.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adopt me!</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, I recently joined up with the U of A track team.  I need to do some fundraising with a program called Adopt-An-Athlete.  This really helps the U of A sports programs and you also get a tax receipt!  Help if you can, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.e2rm.com/registrant/StartUp.aspx?SID=1273005"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Adopt-An-Athlete page.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://secure.e2rm.com/registrant/imageWriter.aspx?registrationID=251013" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116434395328574180?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116434395328574180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116434395328574180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116434395328574180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116434395328574180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/11/adopt-me.html' title='adopt me!'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116408634164894677</id><published>2006-11-20T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:19:01.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dayyyyyyymmm</title><content type='html'>Dang, Harry's getting more play than I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/harry_potter_and_the_order_of_the_phoenix/_group_photos/daniel_radcliffe8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116408634164894677?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116408634164894677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116408634164894677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116408634164894677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116408634164894677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/11/dayyyyyyymmm.html' title='dayyyyyyymmm'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116336117811695740</id><published>2006-11-12T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:53:11.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you got served, k-fed</title><content type='html'>We all heard about the Britney and K-Fed break up, but what's super funny is that I was watching some &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0365957/"&gt;You Got Served&lt;/a&gt; and I saw this long haired dude and thought it was K-Fed. It is!  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1094/627/1600/YouGotServed-trailer_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1094/627/320/YouGotServed-trailer_15.jpg" alt="" 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/8948268-116336117811695740?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116336117811695740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116336117811695740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116336117811695740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116336117811695740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-got-served-k-fed.html' title='you got served, k-fed'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116235424767124987</id><published>2006-10-31T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:10:47.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trick-or-treat...</title><content type='html'>...now that's a term that I haven't heard much of tonight.  Kids just fucking ring the doorbell now.  Goddamn, how are we raising our children!?  Here's a pic of our halloween karaoke session, go to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; site for more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/285266561_2e0b148fb4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116235424767124987?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116235424767124987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116235424767124987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116235424767124987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116235424767124987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='trick-or-treat...'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116192622332523909</id><published>2006-10-26T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:17:03.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that's why they call it the cage, baby!!!</title><content type='html'>Apparently, in season four of the OC, Ryan becomes a cage fighter.  Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_x__G_kSTA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_x__G_kSTA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-116192622332523909?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116192622332523909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116192622332523909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116192622332523909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116192622332523909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-why-they-call-it-cage-baby.html' title='that&apos;s why they call it the cage, baby!!!'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116156031111318067</id><published>2006-10-22T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:38:31.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>money ain't a thang</title><content type='html'>I'm super tired, but here's a funny picture from my grandma's birthday dinner.  I'm rich biaaaaatch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/276714058_3d2d15eef8.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116156031111318067?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116156031111318067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116156031111318067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116156031111318067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116156031111318067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/10/money-aint-thang.html' title='money ain&apos;t a thang'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116115191827888115</id><published>2006-10-18T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:11:58.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how does it feel to have millions of people hate you?</title><content type='html'>Dani Pedrosa is the most hated man in MotoGP right now (at least from an American perspective).  The last race in Portugal, he made a suicide pass attempt on teammate, and championship leader, Nicky Hayden.  He crashed, and also took out Hayden.  Valentino Rossi finished second in the race and moved into the championship lead, 8 points ahead of Hayden.  There is one race left.  Rossi is my favourite racer, but I feel so bad for Nicky.  His teammate basically fucked him up.  If I was Nicky, I would've beat that 120 lb chump up.  Pedrosa didn't even go over to check if Hayden was okay, or help him try to push his bike back to get on the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2TlxbP3vtXk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2TlxbP3vtXk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-116115191827888115?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116115191827888115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116115191827888115' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116115191827888115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116115191827888115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-does-it-feel-to-have-millions-of.html' title='how does it feel to have millions of people hate you?'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116105234102258006</id><published>2006-10-16T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:32:21.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you let me down, hard</title><content type='html'>I went to DQ to get an ice cream cake today.  I was surprised at how the cakes are now.  I haven't had an ice cream cake in so long, but back then, the designs were hand squirted with those syrups.  Now they have a fridge full of cheapo sticker things on the cakes!!  No effort or artistry anymore!!!  I've been let down by DQ.  Here's a pic of the "Nemo" that I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/86/271872274_7522d6c433.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116105234102258006?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116105234102258006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116105234102258006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116105234102258006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116105234102258006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-let-me-down-hard.html' title='you let me down, hard'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116094930973620173</id><published>2006-10-15T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:55:09.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>taste the rainbow</title><content type='html'>Skittles are really good.  I eat them in a special way though.  I eat all the yellow and orange ones first.  After that, I eat the purple, red, and green ones.  My favourite flavours from least to most are: yellow, orange, purple, red, green.  That's why if you ask me, mid-pack, for some Skittles, I'll be a little miffed.  Just because you'll probably be getting all my good ones after I've slaved over eating the gross ones.  If you don't know, now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116094930973620173?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116094930973620173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116094930973620173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116094930973620173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116094930973620173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/10/taste-rainbow.html' title='taste the rainbow'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-116061243435939628</id><published>2006-10-11T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:32:06.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the thrill of the bid</title><content type='html'>I have purchased many things on eBay in the past, but today, I posted my first ever item for sale.  &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=140041286342"&gt;Item number 140041286342&lt;/a&gt;.  This opens up a new page in my eBay book.  Let the bidding begin!  Seven days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  SOLD IN ONE DAY!!!  WOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-116061243435939628?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/116061243435939628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=116061243435939628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116061243435939628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/116061243435939628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/10/thrill-of-bid.html' title='the thrill of the bid'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115993140407047020</id><published>2006-10-03T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:10:29.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and a little bit softer now</title><content type='html'>Love it, just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/95543/will_ferrell_voice_imodulation.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/95543/will_ferrell_voice_imodulation/"&gt;Will Ferrell - Voice Imodulation - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115993140407047020?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115993140407047020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115993140407047020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115993140407047020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115993140407047020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-little-bit-softer-now.html' title='and a little bit softer now'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115948160614278600</id><published>2006-09-28T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:13:26.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>This post goes out to the dumb people who don't know how to use the self checkout at Super Store.  This group of people are usually over 60 and can barely see the screen.  I was waiting for six n00bs try to work the machines and it was sooooo painful.  There are cashiers for a reason, for you people.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure you place your item on the bag holder after you scan it.   I assume that there is a weight sensor under the bag holder that can tell that you have put an item down.  The computer won't let you do anything else until you do!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't talk to the computer, it can't hear you.  The computer was telling this woman to put the item in the bag (see point 1) and she was talking back to the computer, "I already did" repeatedly.  Just follow the instructions, it's not that hard!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't try to checkout with your weeks worth of groceries for your 12 children on the self checkout machines.  I love the fact that you have 12 children, just go checkout somewhere else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't sign the screen when you pay with the credit card.  One woman took the plastic stylus (with the signing pad right underneath it) and was signing on the computer screen, hahahahahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I felt sorry for the girl that was working the self checkout section.  She was running around from station to station helping people out.  In conclusion, if you need help with your checkout, go to the cashier.  They do call it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self &lt;/span&gt;checkout for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115948160614278600?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115948160614278600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115948160614278600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115948160614278600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115948160614278600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='life in the fast lane'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115941053946205525</id><published>2006-09-27T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:45:01.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>slow down baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technology.sympatico.msn.cbc.ca/US+navy+retires+F14/NewsandTrends/ContentPosting.aspx?isfa=1&amp;newsitemid=tech-f14-060922&amp;amp;feedname=CBC-TECH-SCIENCE&amp;show=False&amp;amp;number=0&amp;showbyline=True&amp;amp;subtitle=&amp;detect=&amp;amp;abc=abc://"&gt;The F-14 Tomcat is being retired by the US Navy. &lt;/a&gt;If you didn't know, this is &lt;em&gt;THE &lt;/em&gt;plane that is used in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092099/"&gt;Top Gun&lt;/a&gt;, possibly one of the greatest movies of all time.  The super sweet thing with this plane is the swing wings, which move depending on the flight mode and it reminds me of an X-wing because of the moving wings.  Swing wings are the shit.  X-wings are the shit.  Moving wings are the shit.  Hot wings are the shit.  &lt;a href="http://www.christinaaguilera.com/"&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/a&gt; is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT:  &lt;/span&gt;now, anyone can post comments on my blog (there you go Shannon).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115941053946205525?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115941053946205525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115941053946205525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115941053946205525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115941053946205525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/09/slow-down-baby.html' title='slow down baby'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115893518654181019</id><published>2006-09-22T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:26:26.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mariahhhh, take me highaahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Just went to the Mariah concert last night.  It was soooo awesome.  This was her first time in Edmonton and I'm glad I didn't miss it.  She sang a lot of old school stuff considering this tour is for her new album.  Rexall was wayyy more packed than I thought it'd be.  There were 12,500 people in there (keep in mind the back half was roped off because it was behind the stage).  I didn't think she was that hot before, but after the concert, I gotta say she's mad hot.  Just gotta say to all you haters out there, it was an awesome show and you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tabletevolution.com/mariah%20carey.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115893518654181019?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115893518654181019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115893518654181019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115893518654181019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115893518654181019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/09/mariahhhh-take-me-highaahhhhhh.html' title='mariahhhh, take me highaahhhhhh'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115817749191856814</id><published>2006-09-13T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:58:12.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on the roof again</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while, I know this.  With school starting up again, there will be stuff to talk about!  For example: I am still riding my motorcycle, I am coaching volleyball at Ainlay again, and I rappelled off a hotel in downtown Edmonton.  The rappelling was for the &lt;a href="http://www.thedropzone.ca"&gt;Easter Seals Drop Zone&lt;/a&gt; event.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic from a group ride that I was on recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/80/238030056_e5630e4705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic looking over the edge of the roof.  It was told that it was 29 storeys up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/242558791_3600a646fa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/94/242563523_09812858fc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to party with the Drop Zone guys and I woke up super tired today.  Oh man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115817749191856814?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115817749191856814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115817749191856814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115817749191856814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115817749191856814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-roof-again.html' title='on the roof again'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115786685475032128</id><published>2006-09-09T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:40:54.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>punk rock steven segal</title><content type='html'>I recently joined this online community called &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.  It's basically a myspace type of thing, but you join with your university email address and are put onto that university's network.  You can only view the profiles of people from your school, unless you add them as your friend.  Sounds pretty lame, but it's crazy the people you find on there.  If you have it, add me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115786685475032128?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115786685475032128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115786685475032128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115786685475032128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115786685475032128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/09/punk-rock-steven-segal.html' title='punk rock steven segal'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115715078061401315</id><published>2006-09-01T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:46:30.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>say again?</title><content type='html'>Why does everybody in &lt;a href="http://thewb.warnerbros.com/web/show.jsp?id=GG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; talk so fast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115715078061401315?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115715078061401315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115715078061401315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115715078061401315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115715078061401315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/09/say-again.html' title='say again?'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115665490134445042</id><published>2006-08-26T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:12:14.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>popozao</title><content type='html'>I just finished working my first summer camp.  The kids' ages ranged from 10-13, so they weren't that young.  It was a blast!  It was kind of funny too, since there were only three boys out of the 12 participants, but I think they all had a good time.  Here's a couple things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475293/"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/a&gt; is the most popular, unknown movie to these tween kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;camp games are super fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't step into dirty Mill Creek water, shoes and socks take forever to dry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safeway hoagies make great lunches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teaching kids how to climb routes is awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sponge Bob is awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;staff shirts get dirty when they are worn eight hours a day, five days in a row&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a stern look is often enough to stop a troublesome child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they say "shit" in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108037/"&gt;The Sandlot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Good times all around.  Summer camp is the shizzzznit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115665490134445042?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115665490134445042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115665490134445042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115665490134445042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115665490134445042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/08/popozao.html' title='popozao'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115630384245867716</id><published>2006-08-22T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:30:42.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am baby Suri...</title><content type='html'>...or at least I wish I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115630384245867716?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115630384245867716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115630384245867716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115630384245867716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115630384245867716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-baby-suri.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; am baby Suri...'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115579633359275992</id><published>2006-08-17T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:32:13.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>I was going all Knight Rider tonight and when I was coming home, this bitch in a van pissed me off.  Well, I guess I pissed her off.  She was following me down 23rd ave and would come up so close to me at every light.  Then at the 23rd ave. 66th st. intersection, I chilled in the front because it was a red light.  She honked and a looked at the car beside me, he didn't do anything.  She honked again and I looked back, she was waving me forward.  I guess she suddenly became a traffic cop and vetoed the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; light, so that I could go.  Do people really do this?  How impatient are people these days?  I waited it out and went when it was green.  Then, still on 23rd, I was approaching a red light again and this truck pulls out from behind me to the lane to my right.  This lane ends by turning into a parking lot.  I guess this guy thought that I would impede his acceleration, so he wanted to pass me from the right lane.  As you may have guessed, I pulled away as usual and the truck tried to pull ahead to pass but didn't have the oomph.  If I was in my car, that would be understandable, it's slow.  If I was riding a scooter, that'd be understandable, they are slow.  But I'm riding a motorcycle, it weighs ten times less than your truck, you impatient fuck.  I should become a driving instructor, I could change the world one driver at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115579633359275992?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115579633359275992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115579633359275992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115579633359275992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115579633359275992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/08/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115577667944739047</id><published>2006-08-16T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:04:39.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>colours!</title><content type='html'>One of my friends was talking about how colours had different feelings/meanings to them.  Here's a quiz on what colour you are!  I'm green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; background-color:#CCCCCC; border-width:2px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid; padding:8px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="7"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#006633; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#339900; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#66CC33; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#33FF00; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:20px; font-weight:bold; color:#339900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:10px;color:#000000;"&gt;You are a very calm and contemplative person. Others are drawn to your peaceful, nurturing nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/" target="_blank" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:9px; text-decoration:none; color:#339900;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115577667944739047?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115577667944739047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115577667944739047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115577667944739047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115577667944739047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/08/colours.html' title='colours!'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115551410224860588</id><published>2006-08-13T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:08:38.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't care if you win by an inch or a mile</title><content type='html'>I'll start this post off with a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://clip.break.com/dnet/media/content/vindiesel.wmv" autoplay="true" height="320" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random things:&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving lots and I've been wondering about brakes and brake pads.  If you apply the brakes lightly and take a long distance to slow down, does that wear the pads more or less if you applied the brakes hard and took a short distance to slow down?  It could be a relationship, like Brake Force is directly proportional to Brake Pad Wear and indirectly proportional to Stopping Distance.  Of course, this doesn't take into account the other factors such as tire grip and friction of the moving parts in the car.  I just wonder because people always say to slow down lightly, but is there really a benefit in terms of brake pad wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop first, go first.  'Nuff said.  I don't care if you are going straight and I am turning left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115551410224860588?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115551410224860588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115551410224860588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115551410224860588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115551410224860588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-care-if-you-win-by-inch-or-mile.html' title='i don&apos;t care if you win by an inch or a mile'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115542230842743355</id><published>2006-08-12T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:38:28.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>funny commercials</title><content type='html'>Kawasaki is funny, that's why I have one of their bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3640380036010201193&amp;hl=en-CA"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5058459719166275752&amp;hl=en-CA"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115542230842743355?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115542230842743355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115542230842743355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115542230842743355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115542230842743355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-commercials.html' title='funny commercials'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115449719840347277</id><published>2006-08-01T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:40:25.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ricky bobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/talladeganights/site/racecarName02.swf" quality="high" flashvars="raceName=The Enforcer&amp;amp;fullName=Edward" name="racecarName01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="65" width="331"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about this movie.  Mainly because he mentions Tom Cruise in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115449719840347277?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115449719840347277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115449719840347277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115449719840347277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115449719840347277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-ricky-bobby.html' title='i&apos;m ricky bobby'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115335678140198280</id><published>2006-07-19T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:53:01.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>he's probably doping</title><content type='html'>This dude is ridin' dirty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GNB7xT3rNE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GNB7xT3rNE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-115335678140198280?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115335678140198280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115335678140198280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115335678140198280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115335678140198280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/07/hes-probably-doping.html' title='he&apos;s probably doping'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115319713951168034</id><published>2006-07-17T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:32:19.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the new "top gun"</title><content type='html'>I just watched &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8948268"&gt;Annapolis&lt;/a&gt;, and it was pretty entertaining.  I got some mad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gun&lt;/span&gt; vibes from it, maybe that's why I liked it.  Jordana Brewster is mad hot in the movie, but I don't know how realistic that military romance was.  I want to join the Navy now.  No, the Marines.  (and I'm not even American)  And I want to start boxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115319713951168034?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115319713951168034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115319713951168034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115319713951168034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115319713951168034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-top-gun.html' title='the new &quot;top gun&quot;'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115257763705423418</id><published>2006-07-10T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:27:17.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>selling my shit</title><content type='html'>I'm selling some of my stuff to liquidate some assets.  I'm selling my mint Canon EOS 3 with the PB-E2 power booster for $700.  My Canon 135mm f/2.0&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; lens is going for $800.  My snowboard stuff: 2000 Ride Tempest 156cm, 2000 Ride Preston EX bindings, and 2001 Ride Orion boots, all for $400.  If I know you, leave a comment or call me.  If I don't know you and you live in Edmonton, leave a comment.  If I don't know you and you don't live in Edmonton, please disregard this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/sets/72157594194949635/"&gt;PICS HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115257763705423418?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115257763705423418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115257763705423418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115257763705423418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115257763705423418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/07/selling-my-shit.html' title='selling my shit'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115232053779186747</id><published>2006-07-07T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:02:45.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that's bjork's house</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-IKz9Rgvqk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-IKz9Rgvqk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" 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/8948268-115232053779186747?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115232053779186747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115232053779186747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115232053779186747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115232053779186747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-bjorks-house.html' title='that&apos;s bjork&apos;s house'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115207576410764986</id><published>2006-07-04T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:02:44.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, whateva</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that I have some pretty long hair.  I know I have long hair and I've had one haircut in the last 6-7 months, but there's a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think haircuts are a waste of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I said it.  Along with cutting nails, I think haircuts are a waste of life.  I mean, you grow it constantly only to cut it constantly?  And it costs so much!  Okay, I admit it, hair can really make or break how a person looks.  But that wouldn't matter very much if we all had no hair, or if we all had ridiculously long hair.  Wahh wahh, but then we'd have no individuality, wahh wahh wahh.  You can still wear different glasses or different clothes, you idiot.  Seriously, if everyone had no hair, we wouldn't know any better anyways, so what's the big deal.  Sitting in a hair salon chair, all the waiting, all the washing, goddamn.  Do I not care how I look?  Of course I care, you can't not care about appearances in our modern day world, but I guess my threshold is just a bit larger.  You think I have long hair?  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nuj7DTrDOkk&amp;amp;search=united%20states%20of%20whatever"&gt;Yeah, whateva.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck my big fat hair bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/182181352/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/60/182181352_f0d64355f9.jpg" alt="CIMG0944" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115207576410764986?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115207576410764986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115207576410764986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115207576410764986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115207576410764986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-whateva.html' title='yeah, whateva'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115120064831624985</id><published>2006-06-24T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T19:58:11.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pranksta's paradise</title><content type='html'>Oh, those Japanese are such pranksters.  You gotta watch until the end, when they are on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gNsDp2N6yM"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gNsDp2N6yM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" 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/8948268-115120064831624985?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115120064831624985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115120064831624985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115120064831624985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115120064831624985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/06/prankstas-paradise.html' title='pranksta&apos;s paradise'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115086445881027089</id><published>2006-06-20T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:36:27.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fwd:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Place an X by all the things you've done, or remove  the x from the ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you have not, and send it to all of your friends  (including me)...&lt;br /&gt;This is for your entire life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked a  cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank so much you threw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a friend's  car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been dumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been laid off/fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Quit your job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Snuck out of your parent's house-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been  arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to  Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been  lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )  Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone to  Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt like  dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played cops and  robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Done something you told  yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made prank phone calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed  until some kind of beverage came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught a  snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written a  letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )  Watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X)  Gone roller-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any  nicknames?....  ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mother's name?....  yolanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite drink?......right now, coke  with ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Body piercing?   nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you love your job (1-10)? climbing 8, driving  3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Birthplace:........Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;Favorite vacation  spot?...... Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Africa?.. no&lt;br /&gt;Ever steal any  traffic signs? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a car accident?.......  yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A,B,C,D,DD cup size?...... B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Door or 4 Door?.....  2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad dressing?...... ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pie?...........i don't eat  pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite number?....... 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie?........ so many, i can't choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite  holiday?....... the whole summer holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food?........  steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite day of the week?...... Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite brand  of body soap?...... Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV show?  lots of much more  music shows&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste? colgate total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite smell?...  vanilla&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to relax?..... nap, play games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message to your  friends reading this?...... keep it real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you enjoy  receiving?...... touch down passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthest place you will send this  message?  edmonton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will respond the fastest? Doesnt really matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;What time is it now?..10:30&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/8948268-115086445881027089?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115086445881027089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115086445881027089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115086445881027089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115086445881027089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/06/fwd.html' title='fwd:'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115065175561841801</id><published>2006-06-18T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:29:15.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no accidents = good drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBB_X8v7tSA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBB_X8v7tSA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-115065175561841801?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115065175561841801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115065175561841801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115065175561841801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115065175561841801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-accidents-good-drivers.html' title='no accidents = good drivers'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115049398903953259</id><published>2006-06-16T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:39:49.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i love (the) oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/168515705/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/65/168515705_2777613559.jpg" alt="06-06-16_13-55" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the Art Attack building during one of my drives.  Sweet sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/168515704/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/75/168515704_d92c964f8e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="06-06-13_09-56" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115049398903953259?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115049398903953259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115049398903953259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115049398903953259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115049398903953259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-oil.html' title='i love (the) oil'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115034532014995501</id><published>2006-06-14T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:22:00.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>negative shout out</title><content type='html'>This burlap sack beating goes to Bob Cole and Harry Neale, the CBC commentators.  Bob Cole makes so many mistakes, it seems like he isn't at the game.  Watching from the TV, even I can see what the ref is calling, and he's in the arena!  Come on now.  And can't you say anything positive about the Oilers?  The Canadian team that is broadcasting on your Canadian channel?  All they talk about is how amazing Cam Ward is, how good the Carolina power play is, and how sucky the Oilers power play is.  They were talking like the Oilers had already lost.  The cup is half full Bob and Harry, half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half shout out: Carolina national anthem singer, Holly Wilver.  She's no Mariah, but she's a looker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.claytonnews-star.com/photos/1044484127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.carolinahurricanes.com/images/0506StormSquad/LB8P6265H.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heyyyyy yoooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115034532014995501?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115034532014995501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115034532014995501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115034532014995501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115034532014995501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/06/negative-shout-out.html' title='negative shout out'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115032454760673335</id><published>2006-06-14T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:35:47.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>work and the skulls</title><content type='html'>Just a couple points about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gloves that the Tokyo taxi drivers wear aren't just for show.  Driving lots makes the steering wheel sticky and palm turns grippy, so I'm guessing the white gloves keep things smooth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When going full time, I go through a tank of gas in about a day and a half.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edmonton has some horrible side streets.  I clench whenever a pothole pops up in front of me.  Some are big enough for small animals to hide in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left-turns suck.  When I'm sweeping an area, I try to make it so I just do right turns.  Trying to cross or left-turn onto a busy street takes a lot of patience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are so many people driving during the day!  You'd think people are working, but I still have lots of traffic problems during the day.  The night time is the best to drive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brake fade is very noticeable after driving stop-and-go for 3+ hours.  Sometimes it feels like I have no brakes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dell screen works like shit in the sun.  That's why I prefer the night or when it's raining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car's alternator doesn't put out enough juice to power the modem and laptop when idling.  I have to constantly unplug and replug the laptop or else the inverter shuts off automatically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The program I use is the devil.  I've had to redrive a couple sectors because of saving errors.  Partially my fault, but come on, it doesn't tell you if you are overwriting another file.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?s=all&amp;q=skulls"&gt;The Skulls&lt;/a&gt;.  (I finally just got this on DVD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This movie is very similar to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0218817/"&gt;Antitrust&lt;/a&gt; (or Antitrust is very similar to The Skulls, since The Skulls came out first).  Same story of a stand-up, nerdy guy who "sells out" to join the cool kids.  Then the cool kids kills the guys best friend and the guy starts snooping around.  He finds out who did it and proceeds to tear the mahfucker down.  I like (and own) both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So many people in this movie.  We got the P. Walk (Paul Walker), the guy from The Practice, Shooter McGavin, Gil Grissom, and of course we have Charlie Conway (Joshua Jackson).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rowing scene in the beginning makes me want to join rowing again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Skull above any other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115032454760673335?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115032454760673335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115032454760673335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115032454760673335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115032454760673335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/06/work-and-skulls.html' title='work and the skulls'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-115024684489203528</id><published>2006-06-13T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:00:44.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shout out</title><content type='html'>This shout out goes out to &lt;a href="http://www.kaltire.com/"&gt;Kal Tire&lt;/a&gt;.  Today, during one of my drives, I discovered a nail stuck in one of my tires.  I pulled into a Kal Tire and the guy took my info and I watched some &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/eoe/pti.html"&gt;PTI&lt;/a&gt; (Pardon the Interruption) while they checked out the tire.  About 20 minutes later, a guy calls me and told me they just took the nail out and to come back in 150 km to get my wheel nuts re-torqued.  They didn't even charge me!  That's awesome.  I was ready to pay for the repair, but free is super sweet.  They even cleaned my tires so that the sidewalls were all shiny.  Thanks Kal Tire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kaltire.com/commercial/medium_truck_tires/images/retreads/final8.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-115024684489203528?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/115024684489203528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=115024684489203528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115024684489203528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/115024684489203528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/06/shout-out.html' title='shout out'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114935551727439618</id><published>2006-06-03T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T11:25:17.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5000%</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouzyG7XsTTw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouzyG7XsTTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-114935551727439618?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114935551727439618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114935551727439618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114935551727439618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114935551727439618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/06/5000.html' title='5000%'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114887512729841912</id><published>2006-05-28T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:58:47.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if i ever overused the word crazy, i apologize, but this is crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/155275312/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/155275312_ad2d8c68b5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/155275312/"&gt;06-05-28_00-21&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/specialed/"&gt;specialEd&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;After the Western Conference final win by the Oilers, Whyte Ave. turned into a crazy fest.  We were there to catch some of it, but of course, it turned into a dumbass fest.  I haven't seen so many "hockey" fans wearing tube tops and three inch heels (not that I'm complaining :]).  This is a picture of a d00d standing on the top of the Southpark car dealership sign.  That thing is probably 100 feet tall.  Scary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114887512729841912?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114887512729841912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114887512729841912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114887512729841912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114887512729841912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-i-ever-overused-word-crazy-i.html' title='if i ever overused the word crazy, i apologize, but this is crazy'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114859047482657943</id><published>2006-05-25T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:54:34.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest roll of toilet paper, ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/153234840/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/57/153234840_b3d0ba1b9a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/specialed/153234840/"&gt;CIMG0936&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/specialed/"&gt;specialEd&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I've decided to dedicate this blog to toilet paper.  We recently changed to this gigantor style of toilet paper, and it's ridiculous!  It comes with the little plastic extender thing so that it can fit in the toilet paper holder.  It's not as cool as you think though.  You see how it rests on the bottom there?  That makes it unspinnable!  It's good, but not too good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114859047482657943?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114859047482657943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114859047482657943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114859047482657943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114859047482657943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/05/biggest-roll-of-toilet-paper-ever.html' title='The biggest roll of toilet paper, ever.'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114823480089323472</id><published>2006-05-21T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:06:40.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it tastes so good when it touches your lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="txtLbl" class="medblue"&gt;Let's be honest. Ranking beer is like ranking sex: No matter how bad it tastes, it still tastes better than anything else. (Unless you've just picked up a six-pack of Star Jones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="txtLbl" class="medblue"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuffmagazine.com/articles/index.aspx?id=1390"&gt;Stuff Magazine article on the ten worst beers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella is number nine, it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114823480089323472?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114823480089323472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114823480089323472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114823480089323472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114823480089323472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-tastes-so-good-when-it-touches-your.html' title='it tastes so good when it touches your lips'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114790279086594973</id><published>2006-05-17T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:53:10.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you like rice?</title><content type='html'>This is a shout out to the TLC show &lt;a href="http://www.tlc.com/chef"&gt;Take Home Chef&lt;/a&gt;.  It is basically a show where a chef finds a person in a grocery store and helps them cook dinner.  It's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114790279086594973?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114790279086594973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114790279086594973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114790279086594973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114790279086594973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-you-like-rice.html' title='don&apos;t you like rice?'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114733124603497799</id><published>2006-05-11T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:07:26.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if you wanna be a good girl...</title><content type='html'>I was just flipping channels after the triple overtime win by the Oilers and I caught something on Entertainment Tonight.  Elisha Cuthbert, of PMK, is dating Sean Avery, of the LA Kings.  Wow, how can an ass like him get that girl?  And it said that he was rumored to be engaged with Rachel Hunter?  WTF?  Don't the girls know that he called Georges Laraque a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://elishanews.com/cz/miniatury/index/magazine_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114733124603497799?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114733124603497799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114733124603497799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114733124603497799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114733124603497799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-you-wanna-be-good-girl.html' title='if you wanna be a good girl...'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114721912304464519</id><published>2006-05-09T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:58:43.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i could tell you, but then i'd have to kill you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/diary/series.jhtml?_requestid=252035"&gt;Tom Cruise is the man.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114721912304464519?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114721912304464519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114721912304464519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114721912304464519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114721912304464519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-could-tell-you-but-then-id-have-to.html' title='i could tell you, but then i&apos;d have to kill you'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114619149451743821</id><published>2006-04-27T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:31:34.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently, fear is not a factor for you</title><content type='html'>Joe Rogan owns you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AatoPizZdQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AatoPizZdQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-114619149451743821?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114619149451743821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114619149451743821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114619149451743821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114619149451743821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/apparently-fear-is-not-factor-for-you.html' title='apparently, fear is not a factor for you'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114601450455890760</id><published>2006-04-25T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:21:44.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rope you up, and put you in a bamboo cage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skinny and Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; Raw score: 22% Big Breasts, 31% Big Ass,  and 56% Cute! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/chicken_pot_pie/philt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the T and A and C test! Based on your selections, the results are clear:  you show an attraction to &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;smaller breasts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;smaller asses&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;sexier composure&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; than others who've taken the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that you scored &lt;b&gt;low on both breast and ass size&lt;/b&gt;. This means you appreciate thinner, harder bodies. You are most likely to appreciate a super-model.  Relatively, you are less attracted to round, soft, sloppy women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third variable, &lt;b&gt;"cuteness"&lt;/b&gt; is a mostly objective measure of how innocent a given model looked. It's determined by a combination of a lot of factors: lack of dark eye makeup, facial expression, posture, etc. If you scored high on that variable, you are either really nice OR you're into deflowering teens. If you scored low, you are attracted to raunchier, sexier, women. &lt;i&gt;In your case, your lower than average score suggests you appreciate a sluttier look. Kudos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recommended Celebrities:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate Moss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate Moss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, but 'em post-coke-binge for a cheaper date. &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="6"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="144"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;4%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;tit-size&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="23"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="127"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;15%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;ass-size&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="57"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="93"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;38%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;cuteness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=15912893200295081418'&gt;The Tits, Ass, and Cuteness Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=14541270792735063216'&gt;chicken_pot_pie&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114601450455890760?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114601450455890760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114601450455890760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114601450455890760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114601450455890760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/rope-you-up-and-put-you-in-bamboo-cage.html' title='rope you up, and put you in a bamboo cage'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114599282350800379</id><published>2006-04-25T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:20:23.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>don't ask her on a straight tequila night</title><content type='html'>The other night, I had a weird dream.  It was heavily influenced by the (newer) Dawn of the Dead movie.  You know, the one where zombies bite people and then they turn into zombies to bite other people.  It was slightly different though, in that these zombies were scared of paper, super weird.  I think I made some brass knuckles with paper and started punching zombies at one point in the dream, and it worked.  I was part of the zombie fighting crew and our main hideout was in a stationary store in a mall.  Then this woman gave birth to a zombie baby (just like the movie) and we were all trying to be sympathetic to her giving birth.  But straight out of the womb, this thing was crawling so fast and was about to do some ankle-biting.  It was coming right for my ankle so I did a full wind-up, David Beckham style kick on this zombie baby and then somebody caged the body with a flipped over shopping cart.  People weren't mad at me though, it was a zombie!  Regular babies don't start crawling right out of the womb, ya know.  I killed a baby in my dream, a zombie baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114599282350800379?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114599282350800379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114599282350800379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114599282350800379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114599282350800379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-ask-her-on-straight-tequila-night.html' title='don&apos;t ask her on a straight tequila night'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114566085959942723</id><published>2006-04-21T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:07:39.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>burlap sack beatings</title><content type='html'>In tune with &lt;a href="http://www.gateway.ualberta.ca/search.php?action=quick&amp;keywords=burlap%20sack"&gt;The Gateway's burlap sack section&lt;/a&gt;, I would like to do some of my own burlap beatings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this goes out to MBNA Canada.  I think your U of A card is ugly as fuck, but that's not the reason for my rage.  It is to your telemarketers who called my house three times in one day.  I think it was even the same guy all three times.  How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want your credit card?  He was already signing me up when I said no, those fuckers have all your info already.  I don't need your travel insurance, thanks.  If your card was the shit, I would apply for it myself, goddamnit.  Into the sack, I say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second beating goes out to City of Edmonton street cleaning (or lack thereof).  It's the end of April and the streets haven't been cleaned yet.  Everytime I drive with my windows open, it's like a sandstorm (not of the Darude variety) in my car.  The sand is also dangerous for the motorcyclists out there.  When it snows, does it take a month before the plows come out?  Let's clean the streets up.  I'm going to throw some sand into the sack with you so that it gets into your underwear, get in the sack you dirtbag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114566085959942723?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114566085959942723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114566085959942723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114566085959942723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114566085959942723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/burlap-sack-beatings.html' title='burlap sack beatings'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114556069200446056</id><published>2006-04-20T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:18:12.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait for my midlife crisis</title><content type='html'>This is a classic, but I haven't watched it in a while and thought I'd share.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdkEV-t9jg0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdkEV-t9jg0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/8948268-114556069200446056?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114556069200446056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114556069200446056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114556069200446056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114556069200446056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/cant-wait-for-my-midlife-crisis.html' title='can&apos;t wait for my midlife crisis'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114549274395427092</id><published>2006-04-19T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:25:44.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the famed outing of april 19, 2006</title><content type='html'>Today, there was a flyer in the paper advertising the wonderful tent sale at Sport Chek.  It talked about sweet sales on EVERYTHING!!!  I was mostly interested in some Nike Dri-Fit tops, so I decided to take some time off studying to go check it out!  I get to the Chek and it totally seems dead inside, where's the tent (and where's all the streamers and trumpeters?)?  I walk around the shop trying to find some deals.  Then I see a ray of light, coming from an open door in the back of the store, I go to investigate.  I look through the door and it's this white tent in the back, looks pretty shitty!  I walk in and it's just a mess of shoeboxes, rollerblade boxes, some loose golf clubs, and clothes messily hung on some clothing racks.  I found the Nike tops, and there are no long sleeve ones, plus they are children sizes!!  I looked at a 2XL and even then I had to say nay.  I found a sweet pair of Nike tights, but I already have a pair.  I basically walked around that place for half an hour trying to find a deal, I really wanted to, but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing was not in vain though.  I went out to Sobey's on the way home to get some studying Cokes.  12 for $4.49, but wait, the special is 6 for $1.99.  Awwwwww yeaaahhhhhhh, fucking right doggy!  I'm set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114549274395427092?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114549274395427092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114549274395427092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114549274395427092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114549274395427092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/famed-outing-of-april-19-2006.html' title='the famed outing of april 19, 2006'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114540564924574272</id><published>2006-04-18T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:14:09.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no, i can't teach you how to climb like tom cruise in MI:2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I climbed my first 5.10 routes ever.  I've really only started climbing about four months ago, but I think it'll turn into a lifelong activity.  It's kind of like golf for me, where it's an individual sport but there is still competition between people.  Instead of me against the course, it's me against the wall.  I was one of the instructors for a Red Robin group who came in for some team building.  It was pretty fun, I must say.  Do I wish that I were taken climbing while I worked at the bird?  Yes.  Do I wish that I still worked at the bird?  Not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114540564924574272?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114540564924574272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114540564924574272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114540564924574272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114540564924574272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-i-cant-teach-you-how-to-climb-like.html' title='no, i can&apos;t teach you how to climb like tom cruise in MI:2'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114495668957955088</id><published>2006-04-13T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:31:29.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you win, you always do</title><content type='html'>Last night was the phys. ed. Last Class Bash at Bar Wild.  Neon, "tight &amp; bright" theme, rock on.  It was awesome.  Everyone was so friendly/drunk.  I might be leaving the faculty next year, but I'll be phys. ed. for life!  Fuck yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114495668957955088?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114495668957955088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114495668957955088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114495668957955088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114495668957955088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-win-you-always-do.html' title='you win, you always do'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-113248624882351836</id><published>2006-04-03T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:02:22.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no no drama, we don't want no drama (accompanied by the dance moves)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I originally wrote this a lonnnnng time ago. It's about a girl who I was truly madly deeply with, but I couldn't get the time of day from her (is that how I use that saying?). Some of you may know who I'm talking about, if not, just enjoy the read. I have asked hour out many times and once she ditched and didn't answer calls, but she had the nerve to call me the next day and not even say sorry. Anyways, last night, she showed up at Angela's birthday for a bit and then left without even saying hi to me (I found out she was there when she sent me a text message that said that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; didn't say hi to her (wtf). A friend of mine decides to send her a text message that said have fun with the guy she came with and to "go fuck yourself."  I was drunk and really didn't care, so it was sent &lt;strong&gt;(EDIT: This reads like my friend sent the message, but it was a joint effort, and I take responsibility for [but do not feel sorry about] sending the text)&lt;/strong&gt;. She comes back with texts saying how I owe her more than a "go fuck yourself" and all this saying how disappointed she is with me. I'm sending back logical responses and told her that fighting over texts messages is ridiculous, and if she gives a shit, then to call me because I don't give a shit anymore. The old post is below, feel free to read it if you want. You can call me a big baby/niceguy bitch if you want, I know I was back then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a real, genuine post in a long time. I have something to write about tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, this post has scenes of emo that may disturb some readers. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ABSTRACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Girl I like (and she knows, and we have plans to do stuff next week) and I are at a club. She is grinding with some random guy. All our work people, including me, get mad at her. She gets mad at all the work people, including me, because we got mad at her. We talked for a couple minutes and got kicked out of the bar because it was closing. She said she would call me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;FULL TEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm going to talk about these events in chronological order (or as close as I can remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I picked up a shift at work because people were going to one of the manager's birthday outing at the Druid. I was working with this girl I've been pursuing as of late. She asked me to go to the hockey game with her on Monday, and I asked her to be my date for my volleyball banquet. We both said yes to each other. About a week back, we were at a bar again and we got to talking and stuff. All my work friends knew I liked her and I wasn't hiding it, what's the use? Apparently, she said she liked me too. So I'm all good and dandy now because we have that clear. The thing about this girl is that she is really flirty, but she crosses the line between talk flirt and sit-on-every guy's-lap flirt. That doesn't bother me, she asked ME and specifically ME to the hockey game. And all the guys I know, they're just getting played by her so that she can get free drinks (and it works). So that's the background on her, flirty girl, but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the recent. Tonight we worked together for a few hours (she was working all-day and she got cut early) and she kept saying how she loved working with me and all that butterflies-and-rainbows shit. I was eating it up. I'm very confident at work. I know how shit works, I know when to joke, I know when to be serious. I'm pretty sure I'm one of the top when it comes to experience (it's not much to brag about). I was "guest bartending tonight" and I have the privelege of doing that. So we do our flirt dance all night and she goes to get ready for the bar. &lt;in&gt;I work and close the bar.&lt;/in&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just past 1 o'clock in the morning and I give her a call to see if they're still partying hard. She seems pretty happy about my call and the news that I'm coming, sweet. I get there and people are drinking, I think she's only had a couple of drinks, so she still knows what is going on. I get a beer from the waitress and I sit down with her and talk for a bit. She went to go con some guy into getting a drink for her and I move to talk to some of my old work friends that I haven't seen in a long time. We get talking pretty well and then my drug dealer/former drug dealer (I really don't know) friend takes me outside to see his car. He is a 21 year old who drives a Cadillac STS. Wow. It is amazing. Anyways, I digress, let us go back into the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back in and people are now dancing. This is where the meaty part starts. I join in on one of the "junior high circles" composed of my work friends and start throwing down some simple dance steps. I was thinking, "where is ___?," I'd like to dance with her. Then there is a commotion within our circle and I turn to see ___ &lt;strike&gt;dancing&lt;/strike&gt; grinding with some random guy. They were all over each other (My theory is that people who dance don't have sex on the dance floor and people who have sex don't have sex on the dance floor). So the manager (it was her birthday) goes over and totally speaks her mind to ___ (the manager was drunk and there was no inhibition, but she probably would've done it if she was sober though). She basically told ___ not to fool around with random guys and that ___ had so many good guys that she could be with and told ___ to settle down and pick one. I saw it as a "protective older sister" kind of thing. Something done in good faith. The manager then went to say a couple words to the random. At this point, I went over to ___ and asked if she was okay. I also asked her to come over and dance with our work friend group. She said no and that she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I jokingly said, "___ you're making me jealous." She came back with a very serious, "don't worry about it, I'm fine." Fair enough, I took that comment as a subtle "fuck off," and I was pretty choked about it. I turned around and walked off the dance floor. I was going to walk out of the club and totally leave, but I stayed to talk with some of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is grinding with some random guy right in front of my face. What am I supposed to think? Okay, we're not dating yet, but I'm a whole lot closer to her than the random guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls said that she was a total player. She could really have any guy she wants, but she won't make a move. The girls even go as far as saying that I'm "too good for her." Now I've been hearing that saying since high school. My friends (who are girls) always say that I'm "too good" for the girls I go after. What the fuck does that mean? I'm sick of being "too good." Anyways, all the girls dismiss her as a flake and totally lose respect for ___. To tell you the truth, so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the little party room that we have reserved and I'm talking to some friends again. Just shooting shit. This is near the last song and people are leaving like a hurricane is coming. We're talking to a (gay) friend and asking him if he'd marry a woman if she was rich, just seriously bullshit. Then ___ walks in and kind of mingles around. She sneaks her way over to me and asks the person sitting beside me if she can sit there. I'm pulling the "I-can't-see-you-because-you're-invisible-to-me" act right now. She gives me a few nudges on my knee to get my attention and I turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her what's up and she asks me if I'm mad at her. I forget what I said, but I turned back around to my previous conversation. After that was dead, I turned over to ___ and asked her if we were good. She gives me this "I'm POd right now" look and says that she's mad at everyone because they were mad at her. I tell her that people were probably just trying to look out for her and that it was all in good faith, but she doesn't believe it. She then said I was really stern/mean/forceful when I talked to her on the dance floor. I didn't think I came off that way, but I guess that's how she perceived it. She also said that she didn't hear me ask her to come dance with me. One of her reasons for dancing with random was that she never really gets asked to dance by guys. Come on, I felt the wool coming down on my forehead. She's a gorgeous girl, any drunk random would pick her first out of a crowd. Anyways, I asked her to dance, and I took her response as a shut down, as a "fuck off." She said she didn't hear me, okay, fine. She also said that the guy was nothing to her. They exchanged numbers and she said if he calls her, she would just say "nice talking to you" and would hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really didn't have much time, because people were being shooed out by the bouncers. As some of the girls were leaving, they were giving me the 'cutting the throat sign' and saying no while I was sitting and chatting with ___. She takes the responsibility and says she will call me tomorrow. We pinky swear it and decide to talk about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really puzzled right now. One side of me really wants to go further with this girl while the other side "ain't gonna take no shit from nobody" and wants to tell her to fuck off. The other girls just don't think she can stop being the super flirt. I'm not into drama, but I also realize the need to take some risks. I'm going to be optimistic and try to work this out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-113248624882351836?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/113248624882351836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=113248624882351836' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/113248624882351836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/113248624882351836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-no-drama-we-dont-want-no-drama.html' title='no no drama, we don&apos;t want no drama (accompanied by the dance moves)'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114325862901886150</id><published>2006-03-24T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:50:29.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only a surgeon?</title><content type='html'>I am now officially pulling down two jobs while taking six classes at the U of A.  Whaaaaaaaat?  you ask?  I am first working as a drive tester to test signals for Rogers.  It's techy stuff.  My second job is working at Vertically Inclined as a climbing instructor (I just had my first training shift tonight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first job for Rogers required me to go to Calgary for two days.  Shout out to &lt;a href="http://calgarycritic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joanne&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.travisjohnrobertson.com/"&gt;Travis&lt;/a&gt; for hanging out with me.  I drove down Tuesday morning to downtown Calgary.  Pretty crazy!!!  I found the building easily (Google Maps is the best), but parking was more difficult.  I found a lot ($17 deposit!!!) that was not that far away.  I was a little early, so I walked around and went to a Timmy's.  The line was ginormous, but I had time so I waited.  I got my ho-cho and chocolate dip doughnut and chilled for a bit.  Then I went to the Rogers office and the training began.  It was pretty straight forward stuff, just some background on the technology and the programs.  I got a laptop to use for the testing, nice.  The second day was all in the car.  We drove to a site to test everything out.  It was slow, lots of problems popping up, but what do you expect for a first time?  My poor car was idling for hours while we had to power the laptop and modem (go Mobil 1!!).  I get a cell phone too, to stay in contact with the bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a drug dealer walking around with two cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertically Inclined was brought to me by &lt;a href="http://caughtbythefuzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;.  I've wanted to work there since high school.  The interview was interesting, in that it was a huge group setting.  All the candidates met with some of the team leaders at the gym.  It was fun, I mentioned Tom Cruise in my introduction of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be busy for the month of April, but I think I can handle it.  I'll be a money making playa though.  I'd better get my teeth mould ready for my grillz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114325862901886150?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114325862901886150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114325862901886150' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114325862901886150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114325862901886150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-surgeon.html' title='only a surgeon?'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114316845799341750</id><published>2006-03-23T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:47:38.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family guy is great</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen this clip, please watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abum.com/show/9701/family_guy_osama_bin_laden.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114316845799341750?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114316845799341750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114316845799341750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114316845799341750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114316845799341750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/03/family-guy-is-great.html' title='family guy is great'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114247573210815011</id><published>2006-03-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:22:12.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's better with butter</title><content type='html'>Today, in my health ed class, I had a super weird/funny moment.  We were talking about sexual health behaviours, like using condoms and what not and we watched a video on HIV/AIDS.  It was the usual 80s high school video, it had some doctors, some celebrities (Magic, Paula Abdul, the cast of Beverly Hills 90210, etc.), and people with AIDS.  The funny part was when the doctor was talking about lubes and condoms.  He said to use water-based lubes, like KY, and not to use oil based lubes.  When he was about to give examples of the oil-based lubes, I (and probably everyone else in the class) were thinking of the usual suspect, the Vaseline.  But no, he said not to use Crisco and butter as lube!   Hahahahaha, the whole class broke out in chuckles.  So many lines of dialogue just went thought my head right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Dayyyyymn girl, you getting a little dry.  You got some Crisco?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  "Oh no, I don't cook with oil, but I have some butter."&lt;br /&gt;M:  "A'ight, I'll go grab that.  Oh nice, you have some Becel, I heard that it's healthier than butter."&lt;br /&gt;W:  "Yeah, let's use the Becel.  It's expensive though, so just use a little bit."&lt;br /&gt;M:  "Okay, hey, where's your butter knife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I could write a whole play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maybe even a musical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114247573210815011?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114247573210815011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114247573210815011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114247573210815011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114247573210815011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-better-with-butter.html' title='it&apos;s better with butter'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114237911150782169</id><published>2006-03-14T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:31:51.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grillz</title><content type='html'>I want some "Grills" or "Grillz" as the gangstas would say it.  Seriously, if I had the money to spare, I would buy them.  Most importantly, I would wear them.  Yes, I would wear them loud and proud.  Fucking right doggy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mrbling.com/ProductImages/popupsdone/POPUPDONE03.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114237911150782169?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114237911150782169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114237911150782169' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114237911150782169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114237911150782169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/03/grillz.html' title='grillz'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114160514241820290</id><published>2006-03-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:33:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>playa hater's club</title><content type='html'>I just took a nap, and I had a horrible dream.  I forgot the exact situation, but in the end of it, I was hating Eddie Murphy.  I was extremely disappointed in his actions and told him that I hate him, right to his face.  I remember that I told Eddie that I still liked his brother, Charlie Murphy, but I told him that I hated him.  I hope this dream never comes true, because I never want to hate Eddie Murphy.  Never.  Never ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howcrunk.com/?ref=rrreeeffdss" title="Take the Crunk Test at How Crunk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.howcrunk.com/r/rrreeeffdss.gif" alt="Crunk Test"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howcrunk.com"&gt;Get Crunk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114160514241820290?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114160514241820290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114160514241820290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114160514241820290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114160514241820290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/03/playa-haters-club.html' title='playa hater&apos;s club'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114145207388140772</id><published>2006-03-03T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:08:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't forget to bring a towel</title><content type='html'>I've recently noticed that I forget lots while I am in the shower. Not that I forget how to multiply, or forget the difference between salty and sweet, but forget about shower things. The main thing I forget is whether I soaped up with the bodywash or not. I really like just standing under the hot shower, so it's not like I go in, soap, and go out. There are vast quantities of lag time between the shampoo, conditioner, face wash, and soap. The amnesia occurs right before I shut off the water and walk out. I probably soap up twice lots of times because I forget if I soaped up already, and consequently, I probably don't soap sometimes because I think I have soaped up before when I actually have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently, the amnesia occurs when I'm drying my hair. I usually leave in the conditioner until the end, so that it has lots of time to work. The problem is that sometimes I forget to rinse it and I end up toweling my conditioner infused hair. SHIT! This one pisses me off because I have to go back to the shower to wash out the conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are probably more things that I have forgotten, hence the amnesia.  I think I need to bring a checklist into the shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114145207388140772?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114145207388140772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114145207388140772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114145207388140772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114145207388140772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-forget-to-bring-towel.html' title='don&apos;t forget to bring a towel'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114117208107904821</id><published>2006-02-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:20:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goldilocks and the three bitches</title><content type='html'>I am finally becoming a server at my new restaurant. This week, I have three shifts as a host. It's cool, just another part of the restaurant. Anyways, being the host is pretty easy. You take people's coats, seat them at a table not reserved, take reservations on the phone, give people their coats back, and say goodbye and goodnight. Everything is good, it is apparently a busier Monday than usual, so people are running around a bit. Then, out of nowhere, three gaudily dressed older women came in and an alarm went on in my head. *Bitch Alert* But no assumptions can be made, that's not my job (but the assumptions are usually true). They ask for a table for three and I tell them that our dining room is presently booked, but I can offer them seating in the lounge, which has the same menu and everything. The head bitch just walks past me and into the full dining room and through all the tables, I just followed her with a "WTF" going in my head. She points at the only open table in the back corner and asks me why can't they sit there, I politely tell her that it is reserved (which it was). Then Bitch No. 2 comes to me and points at the same table and asks why they can't sit there, I tell her the same thing. Bitch No. 3 just kept her mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;They then proceed to a closed section (no server there) of the restaurant. The manager looks at me and I just give a eyebrow raise that is equivalent to the shoulder shrug. The three bitches are leading me around the restaurant now. They ask me why they can't sit there, and I tell them that this section is closed.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they go to the lounge and surround a table while I put the menus down. Then some conversation later, they decided that this table wasn't good, so I pick up the menus and follow them to another table. Phew, done with my job.&lt;br /&gt;You might think, these people are just looking for the most comfortable table available for their dinner. That might be the truth, but the thing that pushed me to blog about this is what they were talking about after they had their table.&lt;br /&gt;All the servers saw me get led around by these cougar wannabes (cougars are younger and actually have a chance). I was then talking to one of the servers later and she asked me what those ladies were all about. I told her I had no idea and that they were just trying to seat themselves wherever. The server then told me that she heard the women talking and one of the bitches asked the other bitch why she walked in and the bitch said that she didn't believe me when I told her the dining room was full. Why the fuck would I lie to you, bitch? They were apparently bitches to the very busy bartender/lounge server too, who was just trying to serve all her tables and keep everyone happy. So this goes out to the three bitches, I hope some instant karma comes out to get you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114117208107904821?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114117208107904821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114117208107904821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114117208107904821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114117208107904821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/02/goldilocks-and-three-bitches.html' title='goldilocks and the three bitches'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948268.post-114055877720124292</id><published>2006-02-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:52:57.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasper "photo enforcement" or what?</title><content type='html'>I need some help people.  Okay, the setting is the roads leading away from Japer towards Edmonton.  I am driving home and the speed limit fluctuates from 70 km/h to 90 km/h, depending on how fast the animals can dodge cars.  There is only this one white truck and my car on the road, and it's a one-lane each way road.  There are dotted lines where ever it is safe to pass.  I am following this white truck and it is going 20 km/h faster than the speed limit, then it goes the speed limit, then speeds up again, and so on.  So I decide to pass this fucker.  There is an open stretch of road in a 90 km/h zone, so I decide to do it there.  I pull my car close to 110 km/h and start passing the truck.  On the side of the truck it said "Parks Canada" and I start to think: "maybe I shouldn't pass this truck."  Then I see the driver holding a digital camera, like he is taking a picture of the mountains.  The negative thoughts creep into my head again.  I'm half-way into a pass though, so I just keep going and finish the pass.  Moments later, I see the digital camera flash, like he took a picture of my car.  Now, I think the flash was to see his speedometer and my car to "prove" how fast I was going.  But it really can't prove anything, since he could have sped up to catch me and then take a picture while he was catching up a the higher speed.  Anyways, if this is how they catch speeders, I'll be pissed.  If this thing is for real, I'll have acquired my first speeding ticket, which will suck.  Any of  you go throught the same thing in Jasper or any other national park?  Fuck, I was thinking about this all the way home and I am still thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948268-114055877720124292?l=6speed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/feeds/114055877720124292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948268&amp;postID=114055877720124292' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114055877720124292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948268/posts/default/114055877720124292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6speed.blogspot.com/2006/02/jasper-photo-enforcement-or-what.html' title='Jasper &quot;photo enforcement&quot; or what?'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462896318565609402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4Q62zsPkyg/SRfG4zO6gqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkFCyyF65XU/S220/DPP_0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
