<?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-8253906429003059714</id><updated>2012-01-15T09:21:10.483-08:00</updated><category term='Film'/><category term='Movie Making'/><category term='Electronic Media Production'/><category term='Filmschool'/><title type='text'>We've done the impossible and that makes us mighty</title><subtitle type='html'>This is what I do darlin', this is what I do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-2841555082551859639</id><published>2010-11-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:25:57.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>packed up and moved out.</title><content type='html'>Blogspot, you've been good to me, and you have my rants going back 4 years now, but, its time we say goodbye. from now on direct your attention to &lt;a href="http://caseyryan.net/blog"&gt;my new website and blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-2841555082551859639?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/2841555082551859639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7148623968709833138</id><published>2010-09-01T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:40:56.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toughing through it and living life</title><content type='html'>Captains log:&lt;br /&gt;Stardate 02201009 &lt;br /&gt;So it's been what... 3 months since I last posted. I've had a few game changing things happen in my life that I think have changed my attitudes since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Work - Working at The Core got so much better probably 2 or 3 days after my last post. I contacted my advisor at the school and I was able to receive 5 credit hours for all the work that I did. This brought my extreme light class load up to 17 from only just 12. This was brilliant. I got a whole new perspective on working once it was worth something. I also got to do so many awesome things there towards the end. I learned Avid, I operated a Steadicam, I lit a commercial, and I got a national TV credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off, I am back at school. This is a big game changer in my attitude. I really really missed BSU over the summer because I was just doing nothing but working all day. Now I have time and friends and fun. I am also out of the house. It got stressful my last week home because I was ready to kill my parents, figuratively. They just drive me nuts. but I guess thats what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third off, I was asked to DP a friends short film. This is a new thing for me but I feel like with the training that I have received over the summer and the work that I have done on the side combined with the new camera that I have (The Canon T2i). I really can make this a great film. I am totally excited to be working on this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I turned 21. This isn't a huge milestone in my life like it is for some people. I know some people see it as a crowning moment where they can start binge drinking. Me, not really so much, I'd much rather have a nice gin and tonic and be done for the night. theres no need or point to get stupid. It can be fun, I'll admit that, yes, but there is no fun in the next day when you're hung over. so this may not be a huge thing but its something that I have looked forward to for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I am back to work with more projects than ever at Indiana Films. I absolutely love it. I am back to shooting and cutting things like before and I am making money. I have also taken on the roll of photographer for Indiana Films, this is branching us out even more. On top of all that we are looking to start a new business called worldvideochallenge.com. we will start hosting video contest for commercial work and then take profit off of it as a middle man. Maybe not exactly where I thought I was going to be but its something that will pay the bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all My class load this semester is WAY lighter but I feel like I am still being pulled in several directions. I am still the president of the Medieval Recreations club and I am still going to be involved in the hall council of the dorm. I am not however going to be taking on any kind of role that will add any meetings to my already busy as shit life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have to say that I couldn't be happier right now, well maybe if I was like 40lbs lighter, but I think I am just going to be fat for ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, to bed, see you later world!&lt;br /&gt;Captain out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7148623968709833138?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7148623968709833138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7148623968709833138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7148623968709833138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7148623968709833138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/09/toughing-through-it-and-living-life.html' title='Toughing through it and living life'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7630376716887046448</id><published>2010-06-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T08:00:19.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life right now.</title><content type='html'>So right now life is sort of sucking. I mean this job is a little bit killing me. I am totally bored a lot and my parents no matter how much I tell them think that thus is just the best experience in the world. It may be... but its nit experience in what I want to do for the rest of my life. I don't want to carry shit and sweep. I want to edit video and make picture, program websites. I feel like they keep pushing me and its making me not like it even more. I mean there's not much work to do on a daily basis and there is no money at the end of the week. I liked life a lot more when I was doing nothing. I may be bitching a lot but really I work in a ware house with AC and a bunch of heavy shit hat I have to move. I wish I had a desk and chair. Maybe a computer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7630376716887046448?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7630376716887046448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7630376716887046448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7630376716887046448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7630376716887046448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-right-now.html' title='life right now.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3217270034852683135</id><published>2010-06-09T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:51:43.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is going in a flash and I am too tired to keep up</title><content type='html'>So I've had this job now for about a week. I absolutely love it. but I don't know when I am going to have time to get anything done at all. working 45-50 hours a week I have no time for anything like a life or friends. I hate it that I am too tired out to do anything that I feel the desire to do. its sad to me really, I love making videos but I am dreading it this next week because its going to all be after work so I won't be home until like 8:30 or 9:00 like 4 days in a row. no dinner and no time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be short too because I am tired and I have lots to do still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3217270034852683135?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3217270034852683135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3217270034852683135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3217270034852683135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3217270034852683135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-life-is-going-in-flash-and-i-am-too.html' title='My life is going in a flash and I am too tired to keep up'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-63931941083132710</id><published>2010-04-29T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:32:54.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in class right now</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting in class right now we are about to watch a video. I don't even care. its the last day of anthropology for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I start my exams. In one week from today I am going to be done with my second year of college. Where has my life gone these 2 years? everything has just blown by with the speed of a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in one weeks time I will be sitting on my summer vacation. I hope I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Casey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-63931941083132710?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/63931941083132710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=63931941083132710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/63931941083132710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/63931941083132710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/04/sitting-in-class-right-now.html' title='Sitting in class right now'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5820100321677366083</id><published>2010-04-07T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:10:35.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>So today is an absolutely beautiful day outside. Its dark, dreary, and raining. I really love this weather even more because it means that all the bros won't be outside trying to showcase their masculinity and do nothing be try to get laid. its loud, annoying, and disruptive to my ability to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really though, I am miserable, so should everyone else be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than operating on 4 hour of sleep for the 3rd day in a row, not being prepared for any class because I have only worked on my test for Friday, and getting in an argument with my audio teacher because he was wrong and I was right. well I am doing OK. I really don't have the time to be writing this but I felt like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, BCCode 109 is raping me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have a stick of ram dying :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5820100321677366083?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5820100321677366083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5820100321677366083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5820100321677366083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5820100321677366083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7875152859048476037</id><published>2010-03-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:44:17.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, as prompted by my friend Meredith, I am writing a blog entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been absolutely crazy as of late, I've gotten a new smart phone and its made things worse, I use facebook like a fiend and I check email every 3 minutes. I just finished my second film for class, it can be found at &lt;a href="http://cwryan.iweb.bsu.edu/video2.html"&gt;cwryan.iweb.bsu.edu/video2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun by my assigned partner was terrible and I am a detail whore so some of this conflicts with my beliefs of production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken to only sleeping from 2am until 7am and I think I am going to make that a lasting change, I have so much more time at day when I only sleep like 4 or 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Casey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7875152859048476037?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7875152859048476037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7875152859048476037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7875152859048476037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7875152859048476037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5960625858601138686</id><published>2010-03-07T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:38:00.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I've finally got some time to sit down and write, but the problem is, I don't have any stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate writers block.&lt;br /&gt;I need a story for a natural sound video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5960625858601138686?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5960625858601138686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5960625858601138686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5960625858601138686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5960625858601138686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7458319546993810607</id><published>2010-03-06T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:56:33.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all over</title><content type='html'>All the pressure is done for now. its such a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of things that I have done lately:&lt;br /&gt;took some new photos&lt;br /&gt;and made a new video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a901eeba99e7da2a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da901eeba99e7da2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331428599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28D96E8E4F6ED9A26FE9C6D58AC76F4D8ED44FE.845B023C6B322F9E42A432B7687B9E0248161E3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da901eeba99e7da2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyWGdt-6_g9XcG4It_7YtEHSbLCw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da901eeba99e7da2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331428599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28D96E8E4F6ED9A26FE9C6D58AC76F4D8ED44FE.845B023C6B322F9E42A432B7687B9E0248161E3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da901eeba99e7da2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyWGdt-6_g9XcG4It_7YtEHSbLCw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks or so, life has just been going, I've not done much with it. I feel like I have been stretched thin, or in Lord Of the rings terms, "butter scrapped across too much bread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week especially was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I had a computer die on me, too many projects due and no time to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Now that it is spring break, life is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_YJhmGKTxk"&gt;Mumford and Sons "Thistle and Weeds":&lt;/a&gt; (click for music on youtube)&lt;br /&gt; Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the wind and the rain you left me&lt;br /&gt;It's getting dark darling, too dark to see&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown&lt;br /&gt;I know you have felt much more love than you've shown&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But plant your hope with good seeds&lt;br /&gt;Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;Look over your hills and be still&lt;br /&gt;The sky above us shoots to kill&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will hold on&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones&lt;br /&gt;Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves&lt;br /&gt;But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But plant your hope with good seeds&lt;br /&gt;Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds&lt;br /&gt;Rain down, rain down on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7458319546993810607?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7458319546993810607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7458319546993810607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7458319546993810607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7458319546993810607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-all-over.html' title='Its all over'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-313580107726850213</id><published>2010-02-14T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:14:53.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life keeps shitting on me</title><content type='html'>so I just lost every video that I've ever made. All I have left is what is on youtube and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 1tb drive fail today after running just fine for an entire year and 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel defeated. Every photo that I've taken in the last 6 years, my entire music library, and every video. gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a crash this bad, and it wasn't even windows, that's the kick in the balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-313580107726850213?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/313580107726850213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=313580107726850213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/313580107726850213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/313580107726850213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-keeps-shitting-on-me.html' title='life keeps shitting on me'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4296274101760704501</id><published>2010-02-11T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:18:02.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three absolutes in college life</title><content type='html'>My room mate is far more intelligent than I in some areas, hes a very good spacial thinker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he said something that really got me thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 absolutes exist in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sleep (tied directly to physical health)&lt;br /&gt;2) Social Life&lt;br /&gt;3) Good Grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says that these three things are the keys to all college life, BUT, it is impossible to have all three at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that really this is what has been troubling me. for the past few weeks now I have had such a good social life and wonderful sleep that my grades have greatly suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that it is my fault too. I am developing a battle plan so that I can try every day to set aside some time to achieve all the 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I went to my 6 hours of class, then I did my home work. this satisfied my grades. I went to a party, social life. I am lacking sleep though. but I look at the clock and see that its only 12:30. that means that this is prime time for sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking better for me than they were a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all. have a good sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4296274101760704501?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4296274101760704501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4296274101760704501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4296274101760704501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4296274101760704501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-absolutes-in-college-life.html' title='Three absolutes in college life'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-6626768285526621677</id><published>2010-02-06T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:50:53.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have been thinking</title><content type='html'>I think that its good to look at your life. Well I am evaluating mine right now. The more I think about it, I really think that I am doing things wrong with mine. Through the week I only sleep roughly 5 hours a night so I am horribly tired every day. I have been sitting through my classes just existing, not really living or learning at all. its really a shame too because some of my classes are really amazing. I think that as the semester progresses it will get better too. I hate my video class because I am acting as a TA for a bunch of morons that have never held a camera before. I think it will get better though once we get cut loose and given the freedom to run and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I really see the problem in my life is my weekends. Friday night was the best night ever. I sat in my room alone. it started at about 8pm and went until I went to bed around 2am. Now you think I am being a bit sarcastic, well you are wrong. I am actually not. I really liked it I had plenty of short interactions with people on my floor so I am not a social outcast, but I was able to clean my room, and watch 2 movies that I really love and hadn't seen in forever. (I'll review the movies once I am done with my life evaluation) I feel like I actually got something done and had a chance to just let go for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its 7:15pm Saturday night. I am sitting here writing and thinking, "what the hell have I done with my day?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I woke up at 9:30 and took a shower, so around 10:00 I started my laundry. I started to read my econ book for my test Monday and like 10 minutes into that I am interrupted by the guy who lives next door. He wanted to inform me that they still had not cleaned off the snow. WHAT THE HELL? I know I too have a window and eyes. I read a chapter and a half and then sorted out laundry and put it away. It is now 12:30 and the same guy wants to go get food. I get back its now 1:30 and I have to go to an SCA "event" that really I don't care about but I have to make an appearance at. so its 3:30 and I am heading back to the dorms and I get pulled into a jeep by 2 of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these guys understands that weekends are when I get work done. Andrew has a Job and is taking some online classes now. The other guy Mike, well, Mike thinks that because he is not busy then everyone is not busy. He doesn't understand that sometimes people just don't want to fucking do anything. Mike doesn't have a Job. Mike doesn't have any classes. Mike sits at home all day and plays Mass Effect. That's his whole life. Well he bitches about not having money too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these 2 guys want me to come back to there house and play D&amp;D with them. I am fine with that, but I don't want to play D&amp;D until like 2am when I have only really had from 5:30 to 7:30 to myself all day. I know that tomorrow I should go to church by I might not if I have been drinking at all. and to top it all off my parents might be coming up. So, my day tomorrow is shot. oh yeah, its the super bowl too. God Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look at everything and I say, why am I going over there tonight? because I don't want to have to listen to them yell at me for not going over there. Its to the point now where it feels like a task to hang out with these friends its not that I don't want to its that I don't feel like I have the time, and they don't care about my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, right now I just feel like my whole life is messed up. This semester I am doing terrible in my classes, I know I am going to get a C in my spanish class because I can't understand my teacher. I might even fail my Econ class because its too hard. I know its the same amount of hours as last semester but it feels like I am taking about 20 instead of 16. I just don't have the energy or care to do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to build a website and buy a domain today, fat lot of good that plan was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my last post I might have mentioned that I had a girlfriend. Well she is no longer mine. I actually cut it off with her. the relationship was flawed and there was no connection. I broke her heart and for that I am sorry but I think it is better now she is talking to me without scorn anymore. the best thing I can think of is relation-ship : set sail for heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my movie reviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched one of my favorite Indy films ever last night: Charlie Bartlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its totally Indy but it is definitely not a high budget even with Robert Downy Jr. Its a movie about the struggle to use self gratification to hide and compensate for the short comings of your family and the hate you have for them. that's it in a nutshell. but the whole thing is wrapped in a context of a public suburban high school. I can relate to this a bit because I have been though one of those hellish places. This movie will forever have a soft spot in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second film I watched was Mr. Bean's Holiday. This is the best example I have ever seen of the importance of physical action in a film. Mr. Bean, if you didn't know, is supposed to be an alien from space. He is sent to study the human culture, he struggles with it because he is so different. Well Mr. Bean doesn't use spoken communication very well so everything is physical. Rowan Atkinson does some of the funniest things I've ever seen in this film. That, added with the amazing editing of film to video and the use of it all being in french but catered to an english speaking crowd. simply Marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Marvelous, I've been going though a phase in my life. I am acting exceedingly chap these days. and I love it. its sort of my way of revolting against the popular culture. So look forward to seeing sometime soon my Chapist ways put into the spectacle, (or monocle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, &lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading, if you made it this far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to comment!&lt;br /&gt;~Casey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-6626768285526621677?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/6626768285526621677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=6626768285526621677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6626768285526621677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6626768285526621677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-have-been-thinking.html' title='So I have been thinking'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3628748329926098279</id><published>2010-01-08T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:55:30.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>so a brand new year has come. another Christmas has come and gone. Christmas Break is over. its time I head back to school. really it saddens me to think that its over. I sit here and think about all the things I meant to do last year and didn't and all the people I meant to keep in touch with and didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to write this break. I really wanted to sit down and write a feature length film that I could start working on this semester. I guess that won't happen yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to get back into my photography. I only took 2 pictures that were worth a damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to see those people from high school that moved away or I left here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a genuine lack of doing anything with my break. I mean really I didn't accomplish anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I beat COD4 and JKII again and I watched a few shows that I had been wanting to see but really that's it. &lt;br /&gt;In a way though, I am ready for school to start back up again. I want to be back there. I love it there, no one is telling me what to do and when to do it. its more relaxed. its more tranquil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave tomorrow for school, yes on a Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3628748329926098279?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3628748329926098279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3628748329926098279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3628748329926098279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3628748329926098279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8089130323147719325</id><published>2009-12-24T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:50:03.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a free moment</title><content type='html'>So finally I have a free moment to sit down and write or rant, no sure yet what I am going to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off; the big news, I have a girlfriend. Her name is Samantha. she's quite pretty and a lot of fun to be around. I met her through a joint friend Cayla. She was at Ball State for Musical Theater but now she has transferred to IPFW (Indiana/Purdue Fort Wayne) for criminal justice because she wants to work for the FBI or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty cool. its been a long time since I had a girl to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also finished my new documentary called; "The Trials and Tribulations Of Tabletop Gamers" It turned out ok and I got a good grade on it as a final project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working with Indiana Films and thats all going very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fall semester finished up and its come out at a 3.166 GPA so the parents are both happy. Considering that I skipped a few classes here and there and I was uber busy too I think it worked out well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Christmas Eve and I don't have that much to say but, well, Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Casey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8089130323147719325?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8089130323147719325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8089130323147719325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8089130323147719325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you're missing out?&lt;br /&gt;That everything good is happening somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;But with nobody in your bed&lt;br /&gt;The night is hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will die all alone&lt;br /&gt;And when I arrive I won’t know anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again&lt;br /&gt;So what did you do those three days you were dead?&lt;br /&gt;Because this problem's gonna last&lt;br /&gt;More than the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little bit scared of what comes after&lt;br /&gt;Do I get the gold chariot&lt;br /&gt;Do I float through the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I divide and fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark&lt;br /&gt;This ship went down in sight of land&lt;br /&gt;And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll come in the night like a thief&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that I’m someone you can trust&lt;br /&gt;But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up&lt;br /&gt;(everyone now)&lt;br /&gt;So do you think that we could work out a psalm&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll come for the people like me&lt;br /&gt;But we all got wood and nails,&lt;br /&gt;And talk dirt at hating factories&lt;br /&gt;But, we all got wood and nails&lt;br /&gt;And talk dirt at hating factories&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we all got wood and nails&lt;br /&gt;And we sleep inside of this machine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-1718356037501179351?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/1718356037501179351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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(it was only one day though). I am doing most equitable. How have you been? is the college life what you'd expected?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day?! Tell them that you work very hard and need more rest. ;) College is... college. There is nothing else to say about it. It's exactly what I expected--just living at high school with lots of people. Nothing special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT? JUST LIVING? no no no. you must be doing it all wrong then! go out and great the world, get inspired, get involved, go do something you've never done, do something you'd never think about doing. live it up while you can! thats what college is about. that is the point of college. its not about the classes or the degrees or the grades, its about learning and living and loving all you can while you still always have food you don't have to pay for and a house that you can always come back to. Its not about the tests and all that ballocks. live it up, do what you can, and then just a little more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's what everyone has been telling me. I'm not entirely convinced. :( And you made me feel very unsuccessful in a few short sentences. Haha. Regardless. I will be sure to take your advice into account very soon the next time that I second-guess doing anything ridiculously reckless. Thanks for the advice. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't lie, that was probably one of the best sentences I've ever written. and I would recommend that you use that advice when doing something reckless. Mind you not repeated use but just to live some. experiment, push boundaries. its the exact opposite of what your parents or past teachers would say, but its really you living not them. Don't look at your life and base it on what I said either, don't say you're unsuccessful, you've made it to college. that is success, a major one too. you've been successful up to this point but take that success and branch out and use it to further yourself. learn from your right and wrong moves and grow as a person to find where you truely fit in, in the grand scheme of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was the dialog on facebook between a friend and myself. I think its the most motivational thing I've ever said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sort of makes me think that I am becoming a decent person. that's a scary thought. At the same time though its a bit calming too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its calming because I was sitting in my car one night last week in a rain storm because my car is the only place I can go where its quiet. I was typing up a blog while the raid ran down the windows and it became more than a blog entry it was sort of scary. I wrote it more as if it was a narration behind a gritty dark film noir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its such a powerful narration that came word for word out of my head that I do want to use it as a film noir. but I don't want people to think that I am depressed or going  to shoot the place up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love nights like this. Really I’m not sure why.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I like to see the weather reflect how I get when I’m in this place. I’m not saying that I hate this place or I’m depressed or any of that really. No, it’s more that I feel tired or even beaten. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It just seems like when the weather is like this it puts me in a good mood. It might be because the people here hate it. I mean, they all complain about it. Really, they have nothing to complain about. Who really cares though? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know. I’ve been at the end receiving all the complaints from an entire building of residents all 642 people here. I’m the president and always surrounded by people but still I am so very alone. I think because of my campus authority, its caused me to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;be separated from these people on a intellectual level. but that doesn't change how I am separated on a physical level too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look around and wonder when everything is said and done, at the end of the day who will actually have a job. I hope I will. But I think that I can make things happen for myself. I mean I’ve just started a job with Indiana films now and it could turn into much, much more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I just look around and see people who want to be here and want to make films. They desperately want a job in the field but they won’t do anything about it. It’s a lot of very lazy people. I mean, this year has turned me a bit cynical when I look at people, and think, wow, those meat sacks aren’t going anywhere or doing anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thats all I wrote before I became to depressed to continue. but its still relevant in my mind, and you can see I've been trying my best to save my friend from becoming one of the aforementioned meat-sacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess its just what ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-1474671531413670649?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/1474671531413670649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=1474671531413670649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1474671531413670649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1474671531413670649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-just-whatever.html' title='its just whatever'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3687548631990521336</id><published>2009-09-20T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:21:52.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Food, Family, Nostalgia, and Terrible Service</title><content type='html'>Stardate: 0909.20&lt;br /&gt;Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been put into a reflective mood as of late because I am listening to my Itunes on random by album and I just hit Phil Coulter's Highland Cathedral. its all slow organ/piano and sad bagpipes. It is quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today has been a good day, I am super tired but that's not today's fault. I went to church this morning, I finally got back into the swing of things and back into leading worship. It was a great morning for it because my piano player showed up intoxicated, it made me look even better in the eyes of all the old people. I think it's because I show up on time, play accurately, maintain a sober state, and dress nicely. I thought it was actually sort of amusing, the guy the church just hired showed up 20 min late, drunk, smelling like piss, and wearing a Pantera t-shirt. I hate to say it, but its my hope that Kyle doesn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Church today I went out to lunch with my Grandma and Grandpa (mom's side) and we decided to eat at Eva's Breakfast Nook. While there we ran into my dad's set of parents. So I got to eat lunch in an old diner with both sets of grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;The food was wonderful, the company was even better. The service was absolutely dismal however. I was very unhappy with the mental-retardation displayed by our clueless waitress. Before rebuking me, no, they were not busy. I was told that my dad's set comes to this establishment every week and they never have to wait that long. Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia comes in, if that's the right word, in the actual diner. I had never eaten there but I have heard many many many stories from it. This is the diner that my mother worked at during high school and college. It is the diner that my parents met at. its got a new name and owner but its apparently the same old building, the same tables and chairs, the same paint on the walls. I don't know it made me feel good. I can't sum up words that describe my feeling state accurately enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in my next post, I shall describe for you all my eventful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3687548631990521336?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3687548631990521336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3687548631990521336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3687548631990521336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3687548631990521336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-food-family-nostalgia-and-terrible.html' title='Good Food, Family, Nostalgia, and Terrible Service'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-143139146687748390</id><published>2009-09-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:53:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Developments in my life</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log,&lt;br /&gt;So with 2 weeks down in college I finally have an extended weekend that I can actually get sleep. On average I have been getting 4 1/2 to 5 hours of sleep a night, even on weekends. Weekends are actually a really interesting thing, I feel like I am a baby sitter for the freshman in my dorm. I really hate to see them getting completely smashed and then have something bad happen to them. So Friday and Saturday nights starting at 1am we (myself and a few others) set up chairs and wait for the drunk freshman to get back in. I really don't know if I am doing the right thing for these guys or not. I think that they all should have a bad experience at least once so they learn from it but right now I think they need to live and learn, so we help them get to their rooms and unlock the door, (for some reason drunks have a hard time with keys), we get them into bed or into a chair where they can have some water. Once they are in bed we instruct them to sleep on their side not their stomach or back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, its not my job but I don't want to see these guys either dieing or ending up kicked out of school. I don't know what happened this weekend though, for some reason firefox's newest update is fighting with vista and doesn't load facebook. Who cares really I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Its getting to the point thought I see some people, (meat-sacks) as completely worthless because all they to do is complain about how busy they are when they are only taking like 12 hours of class and are not involved in anything and also don't have a job. Its annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I've complained myself enough so I think that it is an appropriate time to switch topics to the real reason I am in school; Film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first week in Film Genres we watched a film that I think really has had an amazing impact on my whole life. I had to watch it twice to really understand the comedy and the real point of the film, as I don't pick up on those things quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold and Maude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An absolute fantastic movie written by Colin Higgins and directed by Hal Ashby in 1971. The story follows the perspective of a young guy, Harold. Harold is in his late teens early twenties. Harold is a guy who is obsessed with being dead, he has no friends, lives with his mother in a very large estate, and doesn't want to do anything that she says. The story takes place over a short span of time but in the few days that Harold knows Maude they fall beautifully in love. Their love story it true and sincere and it really is quite amazing. The only problem is, Maude, she is almost 80. So we have a 20 year old and an 80 year old. Some people can't even get past that. I found a much deeper and much more real meaning in the movie though. Maude inspires Harold so much to just live his life and make the most of everything. The movie used a Cat Stevens song to almost completely sum up the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, if you want to sing out, sing out &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you want to be free, be free &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause there's a million things to be &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you want to live high, live high &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you want to live low, live low &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause there's a million ways to go &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chorus: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can do what you want &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The opportunity's on &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you find a new way &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can do it today &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can make it all true &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you can make it undo &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you see ah ah ah &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; its easy ah ah ah &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You only need to know &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well if you want to say yes, say yes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you want to say no, say no &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause there's a million ways to go &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you want to be me, be me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you want to be you, be you &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause there's a million things to do &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chorus &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well, if you want to sing out, sing out &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you want to be free, be free &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause there's a million things to be &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know that there are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the use of Cat Stevens was absolutely fantastic for this film. I give this a 5 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up on the docket is a newer film; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Role Models&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This was a most interesting film really. I watched it with the ablsolute lowest expectations. I thought that it would just be 2 hours of bashing LARP. Wow was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Movies have been on a kick as of late, I think it all started with Napoleon Dynamite. The current trend in comedy is that it has to be written for a completely uneducated crowd of moronic teenagers. Off the top of my head I would put the following in that list: Pineapple Express, Superbad, Knocked Up, Fan Boys, Step Brothers and about every comedy produced since 2006. (It probably looks like I hate Seth Rogan and Jud Apatow, well I sort of do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Role Models&lt;/span&gt; was completely different. The film was funny and created for an more educated crowd. Its a full story that makes a person feel something. For me, it really touched my heart because if plays up the LARP or "Laire" as it is called in the movie. First and foremost, I do not not LARP, I never have and I never will. The "Laire" does bare similar resemblance to the SCA (http://medievalrec.iweb.bsu.edu), a historical society that I am involved in where we dress like people of old and we fight. (very very very different from what they do but in the same mind frame.) By the end of the video it makes anyone, despite the amount of "cool" that their ego has been built up to, sit there and say, "damn, that's awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 out of 5 from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to review a movie, really how to verbalize what I really feel about a film. I am in Film Genres class right now to learn how to do that though. My movie reviews should get a whole lot better by the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to review &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglorious Basterds&lt;/span&gt; but I don't feel like it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my academic adviser is trying to push me into pursuing a double major or at least a minor in photo journalism. I think it would be really kick ass to do too. I just can't work it into my schedule. Not right now, not without wanting to kill myself. I enjoy photography, I don't want it to become work. I did a photo shoot for a friend of mine last Saturday. She needed some new head shots to attach to her resume and I wanted to play with a new flash gun, new lens, and try some fake nude photography. We worked in my dorm room for almost 4 hours and then went out onto campus for another 2. All said and done I took 800 shots and we had a good time. I am still in the dark room for some of them but I feel like they will all turn out good. I've really been working on trying to learn to capture what I see in the viewfinder. Here are some that I have edited fully though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8238-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 800px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8238-19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8322-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 493px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8322-42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8324-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 800px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8324-43.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8321-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8321-40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8287-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 800px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8287-31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8410-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 800px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8410-62.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8399-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 800px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8399-61.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8592-1-97-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 500px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8592-1-97-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8373-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8373-51.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/thatone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 800px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/thatone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8487-81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8487-81.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final 3, I don't know which one I like the best. please let me know which one you think is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8383-53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 496px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8383-53.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8383-53-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 500px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8383-53-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8383-53_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 640px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/IMG_8383-53_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of Tom Baker, "Good Bile!" (if you didn't get the reference watch more BBC...)&lt;br /&gt;~Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-143139146687748390?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/143139146687748390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=143139146687748390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/143139146687748390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/143139146687748390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/09/developments-in-my-life.html' title='The Developments in my life'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Cayla/th_IMG_8238-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3403134251015127152</id><published>2009-09-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:56:39.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been so busy</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been so busy this past 3 weeks that I haven't had time to really live. I know everyone says that Sophomore year should be the hard year but I don't know if I've taken on too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I have 3 hours of class, a meeting for hall council that lasts about 45 minutes and then a club event for Medieval Recreations from 5:30 until 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this schedule is really manageable IF I don't have any homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 3 hours of class, and then a nice break to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 4 hours of class, 2 1 hour meetings for both my clubs, 1 hour rehursal for church, then a 1 hour meeting at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is Wednesday that will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 2 hours of class and the rest of the day recovery and homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 3 hours of class, and then putting up with the drunk and high freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its going to be a bad time if only 2 weeks into class I've already contracted a cold and was told to leave a class because I couldn't stay awake. I don't know if its the stress of the work or the work load or what really, but I've not got anytime when I can just be by myself, that is killing me. last year I had at least an hour a day with no interruptions. Now I have to put up with bros playing volley ball all fucking day. the smokers were at least a little more quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is a short post from me because I feel like death and I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to write a review of a movie but I will get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3403134251015127152?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3403134251015127152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3403134251015127152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3403134251015127152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3403134251015127152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-so-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been so busy'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5755858572958947179</id><published>2009-08-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:54:57.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So its back to antiquity</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;  So the only person who looks at this blog requests back to antiquity of typing. you know its fine. I think i can convey more that way.&lt;br /&gt;My first week back in college has been a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was spent getting my room built.&lt;br /&gt;thursday spent helping fix stuff up at my grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;friday spent planning an activity fair booth for 2 different clubs.&lt;br /&gt;saturday, this is where it gets crazy. I spent saturday night running all over campus in my medieval armour but pulling a double as the presidents for both the hall council and medieval recreations. I worked the activity fair and signed up over 350 kids for my 2 clubs. I was awake until about 5 in the morning working on the 2 lists of names.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was dead but I still made it to my grandparents house to take down and clean some 100 year old drapery.&lt;br /&gt;Monday. wake up at 7. first class at 9. wtf? well i don't have an alarm clock right now so i am coping with it. from 9 to 10 I sat in psychology, bored. from 10 to 11 I sat in spanish 101 fearing for my life. from 11 to 12 I sat in film genres. this is going to be the best class ever. I will be writing more on it later. I get back and strait into a 2 hour meeting for hall council when I finally got lunch at 3 I sat down to 67 different emails that required a quick responce. I then had 4 hours of spanish 101 homework on the first fucking day.&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 1 to 7:30 the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. spanish from 9:30 to 10:30. i hate this class already. from 11 to 12:15 I have english 2. it will be ok. from 12:30 to 1:45 I have philosophy where we are going to think things through. should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I get home from class and find that I have to return $160 worth of text books to the book store. well. dad took the recipt home. so I had to have it faxed up and all that great shit. and its a 20 min walk to and from my dorm. I then have to stop at my faculty advisor's office for him to complain about me missing my first meeting of the year for the medieval group.&lt;br /&gt;I get back from that and have to print signs to hang around all 8 floors of the building and inform people of the meeting I have to run tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn busy that I've missed breakfast since thursday 3 lunches and a dinner. I collapse every night and I just don't know how long I can take this schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5755858572958947179?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5755858572958947179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5755858572958947179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5755858572958947179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5755858572958947179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-its-back-to-antiquity.html' title='So its back to antiquity'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4908943914995793447</id><published>2009-08-20T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:31:27.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VLOG2</title><content type='html'>For those of you who only look at Bloglines, (Justin), you should really look at my blog. I'm posting some multimedia stuff now for you all to watch. I don't think the videos embedded into blogger display in bloglines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5e8d05bf596c635c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e8d05bf596c635c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331428599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A368C992C17EE3AB9B3B623756D79EAAF1A3CEE.F6D514AC1782ED5F878041CF2A88AA575DFAF22%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e8d05bf596c635c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK0hoxmsz28Voc-Y81O9_8QvZ45I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e8d05bf596c635c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331428599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A368C992C17EE3AB9B3B623756D79EAAF1A3CEE.F6D514AC1782ED5F878041CF2A88AA575DFAF22%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e8d05bf596c635c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK0hoxmsz28Voc-Y81O9_8QvZ45I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight was a fun night, I spend the last like 2 hours walking around campus in the dark showing my friend  Nick around. Nick went to East with me but was a year behind. its totally cool because Nick was one of the regulars that would hang out with Chad and I anyway. its neat to have an actual friend here not just a person I know from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4908943914995793447?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5e8d05bf596c635c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4908943914995793447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4908943914995793447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4908943914995793447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4908943914995793447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/08/vlog2.html' title='VLOG2'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5701885121336479976</id><published>2009-08-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:07:54.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying something new.</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-846f040a004b0d8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D846f040a004b0d8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331428599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15CE8826B7CBE11FD7472A6C029D8A0DBACB7E96.388E58E0F5354AF956FDA78400EC8A6A36099918%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D846f040a004b0d8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsr0VJyPcizAFcRkOMcZu4dq2v1o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D846f040a004b0d8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331428599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15CE8826B7CBE11FD7472A6C029D8A0DBACB7E96.388E58E0F5354AF956FDA78400EC8A6A36099918%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D846f040a004b0d8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsr0VJyPcizAFcRkOMcZu4dq2v1o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5701885121336479976?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=846f040a004b0d8d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5701885121336479976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5701885121336479976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5701885121336479976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5701885121336479976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying something new.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-6101945643414575740</id><published>2009-08-13T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:59:04.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit, Its here</title><content type='html'>So, I never thought that the time would come that summer was really coming to an end. So much I wanted to do... So much I did... So much... and now I go back to school on Tuesday, isn't that something. I am looking forward to it though. I get to see all my friends and I get to kick back and meet some new ones. This year I fear is going to suck some balls when it comes to work though. I am now the acting president of two organizations on campus, one is major the other no so much but still both demand a weekly meeting. Mondays from about 6 to 9 I am at the SCA (society for creative anachronism.) and then on Wednesday I have  a weekly church rehearsal from 5:30 to 6:30 followed by Hall council from 9 to 10 it may not seem like that is busy to you BUT for the SCA I am the on campus liasion as well as the Webmaster for the entire Muncie chapter (and BSU http://medievalrec.iweb.bsu.edu) I meet with my faculty adviser on Sunday nights after spending all morning at church playing guitar and then out to lunch with my Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just going to be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mentioning the Grandparents too. See, my Grandma (mom's side) is like 81 and the youngest of all the Grandparents. She never got her driver's license and has always depended on my Grandpa for everything. Well Grandpa at 86 is now starting to give up. He doesn't want to see anyone or go anywhere and he is acting more and more childish every single day. Grandma is becoming very negative and now has really nothing to look forward to in, well really, life.  They are both in top physical health for their ages, combined they only take about 9 meds per day. The doctors say that is fantastic at their ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother and Grandfather (dad's side) are a different story. They are really doing well and keeping to themselves but still getting out and having social interaction. They both drive but Grandmother is starting some dementia (short term memory is going) and afraid to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sets of grandparents live within 5 minutes of my dorm room. I feel like I should be doing a good deal of looking in on them this year. I've already gotten a lecture from my parents, telling me that I am in college to study and learn (&lt;mom) drink="" and="" have="" a="" social="" life=""&gt;&lt;dad) they="" keep="" telling="" not="" responcability="" taking="" care="" them="" while="" it="" leaves="" uncomfortable="" already="" pretty="" much="" devoted="" saturdays="" grandma="" grandpa="" as="" church="" then="" this="" year="" new="" which="" blogging="" can="" access="" campus="" network="" from="" house="" internet="" computer="" disposal="" their="" means="" ll="" probably="" be="" staying="" there="" longer="" shitty="" situation="" going="" into="" don="" t="" know="" on="" side="" getting="" excited="" go="" back="" because="" promised="" photo="" shoot="" one="" of="" my="" favorite="" cayla="" needs="" some="" current="" shots="" done="" her="" resume="" got="" twice="" equipment="" 10="" times="" knowledge="" had="" last="" quite="" happy="" get="" to="" try="" everything="" ve="" been="" buying="" slave="" flash="" now="" like="" week="" and="" exploring="" possibilities="" that="" could="" do="" with="" am="" even="" looking="" renting="" portrait="" for="" day="" at="" bsu="" so="" would="" have="" all="" studio="" its="" exciting="" but="" what="" really="" frustrates="" me="" i="" received="" a="" movie="" today="" in="" the="" mail="" called=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kidulthood&lt;/span&gt;, this is a FANTASTIC movie from the brilliant mind of Noel Clarke, a writer for Torchwood and Dr. Who as well as actor in Dr. Who, The description says it all: "In this gritty, powerful drama about lost innocence, classes are suspended when a schoolgirl who's been bullied one too many times hangs herself, allowing a clique of tough-as-nails teenagers have free reign of the inner city streets. And within the unforgiving confines of the concrete jungle that these kids call home, sex, drugs and violence are just business as usual in the daily struggle to survive."&lt;br /&gt;thats what I call powerful. ANYWAY, netflix delivered it today so scratched up and messed up it will not play. I am very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, I've been writing for a good long while now and its time to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;in the words of Tom Baker (google him if you don't know WHO he is); "Good Bile!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dad)&gt;&lt;/mom)&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-6101945643414575740?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/6101945643414575740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=6101945643414575740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6101945643414575740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6101945643414575740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-shit-its-here.html' title='Holy Shit, Its here'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8161382393803699504</id><published>2009-08-10T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:43:37.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinkin' we'll rise again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;A toast. Shut up! Quiet, I'm, I&lt;br /&gt;got words. I'm say, this is an&lt;br /&gt;asspishus day. We all know what&lt;br /&gt;day it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"&gt;A glorious day for &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the proud&lt;br /&gt;members of the Allied planets.&lt;br /&gt;Unification Day! The end of the&lt;br /&gt;Independent scumbags and the dawn&lt;br /&gt;of a new galaxy! Yeah-huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just got carried away, if your wondering (which I am sure you are because you've never seen those words before) it is from the wonderful mind of Joss Whedon in firefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is sort of an asspishus (supposed to be auspicious but the character is drunk). With almost 20 hours of reading and research and lots of time sitting on the phone arguing with the monkeys at Canon until they put me on with a technician I have been able to completely fix my camera and return it to perfect working order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost completely ready for school now, I've got a new laptop. I've got a camera with walk around, macro, and telephoto lenses, as well as an auto flash. I've gotten new shoes. I've gotten clothes, (well sort of, they are all nicer looking suits and stuff from the thrift store.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the point is that today is a happy day, I am sitting in the sunshine on my deck with my dog curled up at my feet and I am writing this on my laptop. Its freaking hot but a very nice clear day. this is what summer is supposed to feel like in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the same topic of my last posts, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, I still don't know whether I liked it or not, I watched it a second time and I noticed things that really discouraged me even more and bumped it from an "ok" to a "good story executed poorly". I felt as if the dialog was written by a 16 year old girl rather than for a 16 year old girl to say. It was to campy and cheap. Edward is talking to her at the end and very brokenly says that he can't keep seeing her, her response is as if all she could remember was the word no, couldn't even remember the stage directions. I feel that this was not the fault of the actors (despite how poor a performance) but rather the fault of the director for allowing such crap to make it to the final cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a problem with the way everyone looked like wax because of the extremely pale makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I read the first chapter of the book, (yeah call me a fag, who cares) it was pretty decent from a story telling perspective. I could probably read the whole series if I didn't have an image to uphold... hehe, just kidding.&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/8253906429003059714-8161382393803699504?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8161382393803699504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8161382393803699504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8161382393803699504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8161382393803699504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-thinkin-well-rise-again.html' title='I&apos;m thinkin&apos; we&apos;ll rise again'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4017359064426101008</id><published>2009-08-07T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:58:49.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New toys</title><content type='html'>So this is the first post on my blog done from a "remote location" whatever that means. BUT this is done completely wireless. I finally have my new laptop. I am the proud owner of a MSI GX730. 300gb HDD, 7.1 surround sound, ATI HD3650 graphics card, full HDMI output, bluetooth connectivity to my phone, webcam, AMD turion X2 mobility 64bit processor (dual core at 2.0ghz) and 4 gb of ram. running on a full 64bit operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was a mouth full... anyways I think that this is going to be the start of a new era in my life. I have never been a big proponent of going wireless or even having a laptop. I think this system will change my mind on that since it is technically called a "desktop replacement". Now don't get all worried, I would NEVER abandon my work horse desktop. that will always be my primary system. So far though, this system has great features and great performance. and I think I've figured out this vista shit... well atleast figured it out enough to order Windows 7 ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4017359064426101008?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4017359064426101008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4017359064426101008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4017359064426101008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4017359064426101008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-toys.html' title='New toys'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-6153863508052141055</id><published>2009-08-06T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:12:06.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popular Discoussion</title><content type='html'>So, its been a long week for me and its only Friday.  I spent the week (Tuesday-Thursday) at Cumberland Falls State Park. I got some great pictures of the waterfall but I also completely fucked up my camera. I got dust on the sensor, I don't know yet if I can fix it, or if I need to go pay to have it fixed, and if I do, where... The camera still takes pictures but once I shoot any wider than F/22 it shows little spots on my picture. Its more annoying than anything because I don't know how to fix it. So its the looking into getting it repaired or looking into buying a new camera body. I really do enjoy the digital rebel line and I love some of the features of the Rebel XTi. I also found that I can get it now refurbished for like $350. Not a bad deal. Then again, I don't have the money to spend right now. I finally talked my parents into the laptop route. I have a MSI performance laptop coming tomorrow. I will be writing more about that later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn my attention onto the world of fantasy now. Tonight when I got home from my trip I was searching for something to do, I uploaded and edited pictures, but how long does that take? No, I figured I could watch a movie. Well I found one that has been very very heavily debated, loved, hated, and many more verbs that escape me right now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very mixed review about the film. I have not read the book and most likely will not ever read it since it is very long. Overall, the movie did exactly what a movie should do. I was entertained, there was appropriate amounts of action as well as serenity. I don't think I could go as far as to say that I liked the movie, I certainly did not hate it. Initially I approached this movie with nothing more than male prospective and hear say. I was admittedly wrong about this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some points that I do not like. Stylistically, I am not a fan of high contrast blue movies. This style just tends to tire my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The cast was also a big point in why this was only on the "OK" list for me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward Cullen &lt;/span&gt;(Robert Pattinson) does not know how to act. I truely believe he was a perfect cast for the role of Cedric Diggory in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;. That role was perfect because he had only a single speaking part. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; seriously suffered from his inability to act.&lt;br /&gt;Also I have a horrible problem when your main character looks like a wax statue thats been sprayed with a squirt bottle.&lt;br /&gt;A general lack of character development also really played into the "OK". Who the hell is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; and who the hell cares about her? I don't care about her because there is nothing special about her. Where is her back story?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, starting the movie with the climactic schene's diolog (even if aside) thats a decent technique. I felt like it made the story more circular. Seriously though, if you open with a voice over, make it INTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;Please develope the school friends more. They came and went through the story.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this story is all about a girl falling in lust for a vampire. Where is the sex scene? This is film is made for a more mature crowd (13-25ish), at those ages men will be drug along. With absolutely no sex scene there is really nothing to keep a guy interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I would love to give a nice standing ovation to Carter Burwell. That man created a fantastic sound track that kept me interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was rating the movie, I would give it a C. I feel that really it was only average. I just hope when the new one comes out it will contain more story. I still don't understand the Wolves/Vampires thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me to read the book. I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-6153863508052141055?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/6153863508052141055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=6153863508052141055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6153863508052141055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6153863508052141055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/08/popular-discoussion.html' title='Popular Discoussion'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8318913763634162097</id><published>2009-07-27T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:23:21.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0709.27</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after almost 2 months of nothing posted here I finally have something note worthy to post. Along with this I've got my usual insights on life and what-not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was really prompted to write this blog because of a friend of mine, Meredith, who has also just updated her blog. I think we made a deal some time ago that with movie scripts written and what not on my part will come blog entries on hers. I can't remember the actual terms but what the hell. here's the latest from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life temporarily ended on June 20th and did not resume until July 26th. No, I wasn't dead for almost 3 months, though this nearly killed me. No, I have been working very hard on a special project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project was first announced on a message forum called "Bricks-In-Motion" a small animation forum based around Lego animation. I used to frequent a similar site, "Brickfilms". While at work around June 20th I was writing the store's webpage and I though about the commercial I had written in my copywriting class. It was a lovely warm and inviting spec quality spot that was very feasable film wise. I developed a new camera rig to incorperate some of the new things that I learned this past year into this commercial I went to post some B-roll, (test footage that won't make the final cut), at "Brickfilms" I noticed it was dead. Apparently in my absence the site went through an owner change and a mass fallout. "Brickfilms" had become almost dead. I popped over to "Bricks-In-Motion" which had always been the slower smaller forum. It now thrives. I found the contest, STAR: SPACE, TIME, AND REALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest had started on April 13th, shit. Here it is June 20th and I've got 4 weeks to write a story, create a script, cast, record, storyboard, shoot, and edit. Its feasable though. I also had to factor in working 3 days a week and weekends. I went to work and started writing. The only criteria for the short was that it had to be longer than two minutes. No problem, I can't tell a story in less than two minutes anyways. (just think of the time you've already wasted reading this much and I've not even revealed it yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem arised in the story. I didn't have one, at all. I've always wanted to work on a scifi and this is my chance, but I've got no story.&lt;br /&gt;If you read my last post you'll see that I had been trying to watch my way through Torchwood, which by the way season 3 "Children of Earth" was fantastic but more on that later.  Torchwood is a story about a team who works to combat alien threats on Earth from a rift in time and space. I though about it, The rift is always spitting out aliens all through Cardiff.  Russel T. Daveis (RTD) the head writer of Torchwood, Doctor Who, and The Sarah Jane Smith Adventures even addresses the issue of people being pulled through the rift.  There is an episode of Torchwood where Gwen stumbles upon a child taken by the rift lost in space for forty years until he is finally reunited with his mother. It seemed to be a touchy subject to the Torchwood team so I though why not use the rift.&lt;br /&gt;My short is centered around the rift in time and space but there is no Torchwood team and there is no alien encounter. The contest is about reality so how do I push into scifi with keeping in reality. Well I though what if I followed a guy who gets pulled through the rift instead of focusing on the team back in the city. Zach Gordon was born. I then worked the story into Zach working his way back to this own time. I figured that a 20-year-old could never come up with the rift or a way to use it without the help of someone who alreadys knows whats going on, a Captian Jack Harkness if you will. I created the character of Martin in Captain Jack's vision, a cold remorseless guy with nothing to loose and a will to get back no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say my story is very Torchwood, but I tried to keep it original and I will contenue to develop the story and maybe one day run it into torchwood. I could see turning the "Time Chasers" into the Time Adgency and then we would meet Captain Jack, Captain John and maybe The Doctor. Who (&lt;- that was weird) knows what will happen.  Without any further ado, I present to you Time Chasers.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5lsGNNA0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/z0PMrqAzHSQ/s1600-h/TimeChasersPoster+%28972+x+648%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5lsGNNA0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/z0PMrqAzHSQ/s320/TimeChasersPoster+%28972+x+648%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363336014499480386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVlMViAXxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVlMViAXxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="xlvmlqdbgcoehgeulkha" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVlMViAXxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="xlvmlqdbgcoehgeulkha" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVlMViAXxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="xlvmlqdbgcoehgeulkha" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVlMViAXxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="xlvmlqdbgcoehgeulkha" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVlMViAXxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="xlvmlqdbgcoehgeulkha" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVlMViAXxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In further news I've been working a lot. Between that and Time Chasers I've not had a great deal of time to kick back and relax. On top of all the excitement though, I did manage to find the time to work Crestview Presbyterian's Vacation Bible School. I had a good time. Actually it was really enjoyable this year as I finally got to really spend some time working with people at that church that I never get to. It also gave me a chance to get up on a stage in front of people and play music. That's one thing I've missed from school being out is getting on a "stage" and playing music at a church. This year the band was quite amazing really. Rodney, as always stellar piano playing. Got to play with Travis, he's got a decent ear and all around nice guy. Sean, don't remember the last time I played with him drumming, well I don't remember the last time I played with a drummer for that matter. Cade, sax man, what can I say? Bridget, wow, just wow. amazing leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun was had at VBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3764537004_6b7a37b01b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3764537004_6b7a37b01b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2555/3763738921_70efd180ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2555/3763738921_70efd180ff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the good half of my crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3764536870_3e3ebd6231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 446px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3764536870_3e3ebd6231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;probably the highlight of my last month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3764536722_bfc998ba98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3764536722_bfc998ba98.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I HATE those crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3763739247_d3c75c6141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3763739247_d3c75c6141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was good times all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've mentioned that I've produced a film, I've worked, I've volunteered. Now for my night of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5q8jSD10I/AAAAAAAAAGA/kSvQwCZKyF4/s1600-h/0725092321-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5q8jSD10I/AAAAAAAAAGA/kSvQwCZKyF4/s320/0725092321-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363341794740524866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very, very proud me. I am pictured here with Gaelic Storm. Each of them is holding the Lego figure of them self. I wish I had a better camera but all I had was my cell phone. I went and saw them in concert on Saturday night in Dayton. After the show I went to their autograph table and introduced myself. I got to talk with them for like 5 or 6 minutes and they were so happy to finally meet me. It makes me happy that in a year from making their music video they still know who I am and they are still happy with it. They were also super excited to receive their figures.&lt;br /&gt;The show itself was excellent as always. I am particularly proud to say that both my parents survived it and we up in the front row of the "mosh pit". It wasn't rowdy at all but they were up where the music is super loud and the stage is only like a foot away. It was a cool experience because my mother says she had a good time and actually enjoyed being close enough to see the stage well.  She just wishes that they would have played, well, my song. I don't know if I can claim it as my song but its the number one song on my Itunes top play. I've listened to it over 350 times. Which were all for the making of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in news, I've still been working hard on my photography and I've just started using a lightbox. everything seems to be going well there. I actually took some shots today for Crestview's website so here's a sneak preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5tCpgkJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ya230ZjIWxQ/s1600-h/IMG_6646-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5tCpgkJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ya230ZjIWxQ/s320/IMG_6646-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344098514446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5tM5qSyNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pbqxtNMz4p4/s1600-h/IMG_6652-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5tM5qSyNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pbqxtNMz4p4/s320/IMG_6652-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344274648910034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5tM66BSZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NFhOxTWVTbQ/s1600-h/IMG_6676-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5tM66BSZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NFhOxTWVTbQ/s320/IMG_6676-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344274983307666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5tMTpE1FI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NWmeg78IrM0/s1600-h/IMG_6657-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5tMTpE1FI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NWmeg78IrM0/s320/IMG_6657-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344264443253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that about sums everything up. I've been busy these last few weeks and its been good. School starts for me on August 24 (I think) I will be moving in on the 19th though. I know your all laughing about how early it is and how you don't have to go until the end of September. Remember I am out that month before you are. And really, I've been sort of missing school. I miss seeing those people I spent every day with. Its going to be a tough year. Already I received new from one of my closest friends there that he won't be coming back. He didn't fail out its that he simply can't afford to keep coming to BSU. Instead he is taking a full time job, and going to a community college to study English education. This all saddens me a bit because eventually we were going to be going on a study abroad in london and I was really looking for him to go with. I also think he's a bit dissappointed because his love is production and he cannot afford to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to leave this on such a downer. But I've been writing this now for like 2 hours and its getting late. PLUS I've got to open tomorrow (like 8 hours from now). So its bed time for me. and I hope you enjoy this latest installment in; "We've done the impossible and that makes up mighty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, sorry its a 6 page word document without the pictures taking up space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8318913763634162097?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8318913763634162097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8318913763634162097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8318913763634162097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8318913763634162097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/07/stardate-070927.html' title='Stardate 0709.27'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/Sm5lsGNNA0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/z0PMrqAzHSQ/s72-c/TimeChasersPoster+%28972+x+648%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3287091371651624192</id><published>2009-06-09T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:28:16.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0609.09</title><content type='html'>Captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;So, its been a while since I posted here, (almost a month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hit a flat spot in my creative life. I have no more ideas. Well its not that I am out of ideas, I am out of original ideas and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I took it upon myself to re-watch the most popular show on BBC America, (so popular the new season is going to be airing on BBC One on July 20th.)  &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/torchwood/"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Torchwood is an undoubtedly FANTASTIC show. It has every thing that I consider a good SCIFI has to have. It has amazing characters that you fall in love with, they are deep and conflicted and incredibly well thought out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now hit a spurt where I have lots of free time. I also have my studio set back up and ready to go. I have a new camera, new lights, new lenses. I have everything that I need to make a quality flick.&lt;br /&gt;I am only missing a story.&lt;br /&gt;I have all these amazing ideas that a playing through my head that are episodes of Torchwood and other scifi shows like Firefly and Dr. Who. But I have absolutely no original ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit scary really. I want to create my own scifi but I am so lost, everything that I want to do has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jack Harkness. I don't think I could ever create a character like him. Complex and from the future and the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've just hit a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3287091371651624192?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3287091371651624192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3287091371651624192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3287091371651624192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3287091371651624192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/06/stardate-060909.html' title='Stardate 0609.09'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-2577097529037199420</id><published>2009-05-13T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:04:45.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0509.13</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;School has now been out a full week. I haven't done much but it's great to finally be able to rest with pretty much nothing hanging over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess there has been a relatively major event happen in my life recently and I wanted to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek 11&lt;br /&gt;On June 30th of 2008 I made a post about this special moment. all it said was, "I hope they do a good job." with a picture and side by side comparisons of each cast member.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to say that they have gone a good job. They have conducted this film admirably as Spock would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to give  a large review and spoiler of it now so stop reading here if you have not seen the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the film opens it shoots right into the USS Kelvin encountering an electrical disturbance in space. Already I am thinking kick ass. they are taking the Next Generation approach where there are anomalies in space. But no, all of the sudden a large octopus looking ship comes rushing out of the lighting cloud. We flash now to the bridge of the USS Kelvin. Here is where I get a little bit upset. I liked the way the original was, see the bridge of the ships now are all bright white with a kick ass view screen and silver controls. The bridges are more high tech looking than on the NCC-1701 E which is like 300 years more advanced than the NCC-1701.&lt;br /&gt;If you can get past that most of the movie is really pretty true to the original story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bridge of the USS Kelvin goes to red alert it is promptly attacked which is like nothing I have EVER seen in star trek. The camera chases photon torpedoes as they spiral towards the Kelvin. You also see the ship start to take evasive maneuvers which are slow (just like in all of Trek) which is awesome. The ship gets hit with explosions and you see a shot of the bridge. JJ Abrams actually decided to let the Trek through when he had the camera shake and people fly away from their control panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we see a man appear on the view screen he's got tattoos all over his face and he looks pissed off. He calls himself Nero. I wished at this point they would have identified him as a Romulan. However it was up to us to guess until about half way through the story. Nero demands that the captain of the Kelvin come aboard to discuss a cease fire. Every trek fan knows is a terrible move for a captain but the first officer is always good a commanding the ship. This is where commander Kirk takes command of the USS Kelvin where he orders an abandon ship. James T. Kirk's mother is one of the people aboard the ship as it is being blown away. As everyone runs for an escape vessel a hatch gets blown off the Kelvin and a woman sucked into space. this was an amazing use of Abrams artistic oppinion. Space was dead silent. I always like that.&lt;br /&gt;anyways James T. Kirk is born on a shuttle craft. I guess this is acceptable. His father then goes on to sacrifice himself for the whole crew which again is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well the film is great. it really is. I would go further into explanation but I don't have the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So something new has come into my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've started a new hobby that can be found here at a new blog: http://cwrphotography.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its another blog, but its not a replacement. I will still be writing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your summer!&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-2577097529037199420?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/2577097529037199420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=2577097529037199420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2577097529037199420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2577097529037199420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/05/stardate-050913.html' title='Stardate 0509.13'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5186771520644380795</id><published>2009-05-02T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:01:52.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0509.03</title><content type='html'>Captian’s log:&lt;br /&gt; So, here it is, only 3 and 1/2 days left in the good old school year. It’s funny, I came here to school not sure about what I was getting myself into. Looking back I’ve done a lot of things. But I feel like I’ve accomplished the meaning of this year. Currently as it stands I am in good standing with the school. I am coming back next year and I already know where I am going to be living. I think that I am leaving on a positive note.&lt;br /&gt;For next year I have been elected to the position of President of the dorm. I don’t know exactly what all that entails whether I have a bunch of work or not. But I do know that it requires like 3 meetings a week. I am not sure how I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to be heading the presidency of the Ball State Medieval Recreations Club once again. I am not worried about as it has gone well this year.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done a lot this year, met a lot of people. Do I regret some of it? Maybe, some of it… (I did some stupid stuff this year, fun but stupid.) I don’t regret the bulk of it, it was all really pretty good. It’s not like what you see in the typical movie scenarios, even if the last time I said that movies were bullshit and something crazy happened like ten minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the important thing is that I have met the 4 people that I will most likely spend the next 3 years with. I am looking forward to next year but I think I need a break from this place. I really need a healthy dose of people that are not from Indiana. Specifically girls. I could totally use a girl not from Indiana and one that doesn’t go to ball state.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are a girl in the 17-21 range and you are reading this. I would love to hook up this summer (May 6th to August 17th) who knows we could be a good match.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I’m pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, things that made me depressed today, out of roughly $400 in books I was able to get a whopping $0 for my resale value. As it turns out, almost every class at ball state is going through a big ole book updating process. And it just so happens that I have all books that are no longer going to be in use. I call it bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, Star Trek 11 comes out on Friday. Can’t wait to see it, and haven’t decided on dressing up or not.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that there is anything else exciting happening soon. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5186771520644380795?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5186771520644380795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5186771520644380795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5186771520644380795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5186771520644380795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/05/stardate-050903.html' title='Stardate 0509.03'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-1084308957222003341</id><published>2009-04-29T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:08:00.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0409.29</title><content type='html'>Captains log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egyptians are clearly not getting the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/8024946.stm"&gt;got to love the BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-1084308957222003341?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/1084308957222003341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=1084308957222003341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1084308957222003341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1084308957222003341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/04/stardate-040929.html' title='Stardate 0409.29'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4672560574279763312</id><published>2009-04-27T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:17:26.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0409.27</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, This world gets a little less fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8019766.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8019766.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, I only have like 4 more days of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4672560574279763312?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4672560574279763312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4672560574279763312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4672560574279763312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4672560574279763312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/04/stardate-040927.html' title='Stardate 0409.27'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-2553279333031702730</id><published>2009-04-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:41:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0409.13</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I have gotten really bad about writing these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, really nothing has gone on in my life. I'm still nowhere with that girl. I need more sleep. and I have too much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, check out my new website; &lt;a href="http://medievalrec.iweb.bsu.edu"&gt;http://medievalrec.iweb.bsu.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://medievalrec.iweb.bsu.edu"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-2553279333031702730?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/2553279333031702730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=2553279333031702730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2553279333031702730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2553279333031702730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/04/stardate-040913.html' title='Stardate 0409.13'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5183207452052373391</id><published>2009-04-05T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:39:52.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0409.05</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is my 100th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really monumental with me. I've been really busy lately. but I have not accomplished anything, really, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days have been filled with non-sense. I pissed the last two weeks away on a girl that I now fully believe that I have not a chance in hell in actually pursuing a courtship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so, unaccomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5183207452052373391?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5183207452052373391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5183207452052373391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5183207452052373391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5183207452052373391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/04/stardate-040905.html' title='Stardate 0409.05'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3616019149160108544</id><published>2009-04-02T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:19:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0409.3</title><content type='html'>Captains log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I broke my advised time period and I did it. I asked her out like a week earlier than I should have according to sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how it goes from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3616019149160108544?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3616019149160108544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3616019149160108544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3616019149160108544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3616019149160108544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/04/stardate-04093.html' title='Stardate 0409.3'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-672755949801429931</id><published>2009-03-25T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:14:09.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0309.25</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I find myself in an interesting predicament.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from the beginning. At the beginning of this year I met a girl that I really liked immediately, shes really cool and a good person and I just really liked her. I never made any sort of advance because I really didn't hang out with her enough for me to feel comfortable in doing so. Well time progressed, which is as we all know what linear time does, and a guy who was off fall semester at basic came back to live on our floor. He is a hilarious and generally decent guy, a little blunt with things but he's army. Well he meets this said girl and in about the span of an evening he has asked her out. Buzz kill right, cause I still totally like her. Now what really dilly-whopped it is this. Yesterday after a little more than like 2 months, out of the blue, He dumped her. I know what your all thinking, he dumped her? WTF? Well I've talked with both of them all day and been listening and gathering information and specifics and now here I sit in the midst of a very potentially terrible situation. See, I still like her, but I am really good friends with both of them now as it is. Part of me is slapping me and saying OPPORTUNITY and part of me is slapping me and saying don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that being a spectator at an event such as this could be so daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am UBER busy. haven't had much time to write on my blog. wish I did have more time though. And for all those who are wondering School is out for me on May 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-672755949801429931?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/672755949801429931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=672755949801429931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/672755949801429931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/672755949801429931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/03/stardate-030925.html' title='Stardate 0309.25'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5129775105326262095</id><published>2009-03-12T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:59:22.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0309.12</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;Supplemental;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an idiot, I forgot one of the more cool aspects of the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbnYlXOw05I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zNTveiXoSTI/s1600-h/IMG_1430_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbnYlXOw05I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zNTveiXoSTI/s320/IMG_1430_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312515371862905746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man, his name is J. Todd Anderson. go ahead IMDB him! you'll find that he is the story board artist for the Coen Brothers.  Yes thats right I now have a contact with the Coen brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way it was really cool because he told me that my Gaelic Storm video was a wonderful expression of a dead art. Also that it is rare for a person my age to have a real concept of space and motion.&lt;br /&gt;that kicked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on a more serious note. I had something terrible happen this week. Three years and 1 week to the day, my Ipod has passed away. even with a 3 year service plan. no more shall he play. rest in peace for tomorrow you will be used as bargaining chip when I yell at the people at the mac store.&lt;br /&gt;but why, 1 week past my fucking plan. damn you Mac. damn you strait to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5129775105326262095?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5129775105326262095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5129775105326262095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5129775105326262095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5129775105326262095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/03/stardate-030912.html' title='Stardate 0309.12'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbnYlXOw05I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zNTveiXoSTI/s72-c/IMG_1430_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4463207066848435676</id><published>2009-03-11T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:25:16.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0309.11</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;Back Log 0309.09-0309.11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am on spring break right. So Monday I am calling up a production company to see if I can possible come in and check out what they are up to. I am given an offer that I couldn't refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday a 4:00 I left the Beachmont area for an 8 hour trip to Charolette, North Carolina. I arrived there around midnight. I got checked into a suit on the top floor of the Embassy Suites, (nicest hotel room I have ever been in). Well we got up at 6:00 and had breakfast. at 7:30 we went over to the Charolette Motor Speedway. We drove in and up to the pit garage. We got out and started pulling out the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhFXYf0hlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4uOzmYg6XBk/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhFXYf0hlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4uOzmYg6XBk/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312072028498724434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set up a few shots and then Mr. The King, Richard Petty, showed up and we shot for about two hours with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. The King was the nicest guy ever. It was a bit surreal. He is really really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a full day at the Richard Petty Driving Experience WITH Richard Petty we packed up and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really cool trip. I got to get in several different actual NASCARs and I even got to fire some of them up. totally kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am just going to dump some pictures here and explain them;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhGViUdrRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JsY4KOxP85U/s1600-h/IMG_1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhGViUdrRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JsY4KOxP85U/s320/IMG_1426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312073096287333650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Sony HD camera that we were shooting on. its a huge camera with a very nice canon lens on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhHLDT3Y1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xyfu3Ba9L9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhHLDT3Y1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xyfu3Ba9L9Q/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074015676261202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the camera in the dolly cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next two shots are essentially the same but this is the garage we were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhHL9t1bRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ixzTJu7ZUhs/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhHL9t1bRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ixzTJu7ZUhs/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074031354440978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhHMNYxq3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/l0JMmBUIGkc/s1600-h/IMG_1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhHMNYxq3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/l0JMmBUIGkc/s320/IMG_1435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074035561081714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhHLboB9aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HSrqY2SOPaI/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhHLboB9aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HSrqY2SOPaI/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074022203291042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the instructional car that we were filming on with the lights all set up and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will get some more pictures of me with The King as soon as I get them from the production manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4463207066848435676?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4463207066848435676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4463207066848435676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4463207066848435676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4463207066848435676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/03/stardate-030911.html' title='Stardate 0309.11'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SbhFXYf0hlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4uOzmYg6XBk/s72-c/IMG_1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4680906489613534219</id><published>2009-03-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:13:21.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0309.08</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now officially on spring break. It really feels like it won't be satisfying at all. I mean I guess it will. I went to a bonfire on Friday and saw watchmen on Saturday. I really just feel like I haven't done anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchmen:&lt;br /&gt;Well I've never read the book. my thoughts, too fucking long. sorry. also Dr. Manhattan's dialog was shitty. oh and the story was random and terrible paced. The visual effects were good. but meh, it just didn't do much for me like all the die-hard cult worshipers that it has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for me now, I am awaiting word from Communicore on whether I can get in or not right now. so wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4680906489613534219?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4680906489613534219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4680906489613534219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4680906489613534219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4680906489613534219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/03/stardate-030908.html' title='Stardate 0309.08'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4008197958635249610</id><published>2009-03-05T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:05:44.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0309.05</title><content type='html'>Captains log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been such a long and busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well I know, I miss more than hit&lt;br /&gt;With a face that was launched to sink&lt;br /&gt;An' I seldom feel, the bright relief&lt;br /&gt;It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I have said&lt;br /&gt;Is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed&lt;br /&gt;As the four winds blow, my wits through the door&lt;br /&gt;It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' down to you sweet ground&lt;br /&gt;Where the flowers they bloom&lt;br /&gt;It's there I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;Hurry back to me, my wild calling&lt;br /&gt;It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though these wounds have seen no wars&lt;br /&gt;Except for the scars I have ignored&lt;br /&gt;And this endless crutch, well it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell says hello, well it's time to I should go&lt;br /&gt;To pastures green, that I've yet to see&lt;br /&gt;Hurry back to me, my wild calling&lt;br /&gt;It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4008197958635249610?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4008197958635249610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4008197958635249610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4008197958635249610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4008197958635249610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/03/stardate-030905.html' title='Stardate 0309.05'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5082610245745674244</id><published>2009-02-26T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:12:05.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0209.26</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done it. My first TV appearance went live yesterday and will run from now until march 7th. I am really stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-7gH8l22m8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-7gH8l22m8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5082610245745674244?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5082610245745674244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5082610245745674244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5082610245745674244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5082610245745674244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/02/stardate-020926.html' title='Stardate 0209.26'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4017904909952533552</id><published>2009-02-21T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:34:30.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0209.21</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;So, this is going to be a relatively short post from me. Unlike my last post. I was going to write a really big one all about the movies that I've been watching all day. I started with Zach and Miri Make a Porno, not what I expected, it had its moments but I also feel like Kevin Smith kinda dropped the ball on it. I then went to Pineapple Express. I really don't think Seth Rogen is funny, at all. next I watched Taken, this is the 2nd time I've seen it and I think everyone should see it. it really is freaking sweet. Currently, I am about 1/2 way through how to loose friends and alienate people. again, this isn't amazingly funny but its got Simon Pegg I think he always does a good job with comedy. in  the que for tonight, Slum Dog Millionaire, Changeling, The Wrestler, Grand Toreno, Frost-Nixon, Into The Wild Green Yonder, and Forgetting Sarah Marshall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now,&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4017904909952533552?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4017904909952533552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4017904909952533552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4017904909952533552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4017904909952533552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/02/stardate-020921.html' title='Stardate 0209.21'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3992664237706017257</id><published>2009-02-12T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:12:04.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0209.12</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Figh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;ting for the future on behalf of the human race. The 21st Century is when everything changes -- and Torchwood is ready.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Torchwood&lt;/i&gt; is a spin-off of the popular British television show &lt;i style=""&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/i&gt;, a show where an alien who travels through time and space stops by and saves the day. &lt;i style=""&gt;Torchwood&lt;/i&gt; takes place in Cardiff, Wales. The city of Cardiff is home to a rift in time and space that fluctuates spitting aliens and artifacts from other worlds and times out into the present day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Originally the Torchwood institute was set up in the 2005 series of Doctor Who by Queen Elizabeth of England after the Doctor and Rose Tyler saved her from an alien parasite that presented itself in the form of a werewolf. The Doctor and Rose were knighted and banished from the UK as well as the Torchwood Institute was formed to protect Brittan from other world dangers such as The Doctor. Over time as The Doctor has traveled and saved Earth so many times Torchwood as accepted him once again as an asset to the defense of Earth. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSbjSUpW6I/AAAAAAAAABw/mmfHIP95HWE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSbjSUpW6I/AAAAAAAAABw/mmfHIP95HWE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302033691838077858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSbh1x-i9I/AAAAAAAAABo/TFxANDLiJ3A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSbh1x-i9I/AAAAAAAAABo/TFxANDLiJ3A/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302033666996603858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Spin-off comes from a character that shows up in the 2005 series of Doctor Who. We first meet Captain Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Harkness in the series 1 episode &lt;i style=""&gt;The Empty Child&lt;/i&gt; where Captain Jack has crashed a Chula medical transport in London during the London Blitz. The medical ship has horrible ramifications where it mutates the human race and The Doctor has to put it all back together. Captain Jack plays a big role in this because he realizes what he has done. In the end he offers his life to save the Doctor and Rose Tyler to make things right again. Jack at one point was a &lt;i style=""&gt;Time Agent&lt;/i&gt; a man who traveled in time and space much like The Doctor but he worked for an agency. The Time Agency stole a few years from Jack and he decided that it was time to give that life up so he worked freelance as a con man. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSblyt5lFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N0uEAHIsMaw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSblyt5lFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N0uEAHIsMaw/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302033734893671506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSboPjUYII/AAAAAAAAACA/W7CQ4MjCwTg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSboPjUYII/AAAAAAAAACA/W7CQ4MjCwTg/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302033776993656962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Naturally, The Doctor is against killing, Captain Jack Harkness is saved from his ship before it explodes in space. After this, he continues to travel with The Doctor and Rose through time and space. Captain Jack ends up dying while traveling but is brought back by a very powerful force. The force doesn’t know what she is doing and makes Captain Jack immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSbpZOJE3I/AAAAAAAAACI/VDowmASlpaI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSbpZOJE3I/AAAAAAAAACI/VDowmASlpaI/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302033796769059698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Captain Jack is left in the 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Century where he was revived and made immortal. This is where his previous life comes into play. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When Jack was a Time Agent he was equipped with a special tool much like The Doctor’s sonic screwdriver. This device gave Jack the ability to travel in time back to Earth where he waited for the &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;doctor. The only problem here is that Jack was about 100 years too early. He was captured by the existing Torchwood Institute because of his talk about the Doctor. Jack was able work out an agreement after they realized that nothing they could do could kill him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZScbFjHf9I/AAAAAAAAACY/jlyAonNS6kE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZScbFjHf9I/AAAAAAAAACY/jlyAonNS6kE/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302034650481786834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is how Jack came to work in Torchwood. In the Doctor Who universe Torchwood 1 based at Canary Wharf, London gets shut down after it is compromised by Dalek warriors and by Cybermen all wanting to attack Earth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSccLxjgpI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bzd_FiG7eJo/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSccLxjgpI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bzd_FiG7eJo/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302034669332824722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZScbFjHf9I/AAAAAAAAACY/jlyAonNS6kE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Torchwood 2 is based out of Glasgow, Scotland. We don’t know much about it. After years of service Captain Jack arrives at the base hub of Torchwood 3 to find his coworkers all dead except for a single one holding a gun and crying. This man was presumably the head of Torchwood 3 at the time. He tells Jack that he has seen the future and cannot bear to live through it. The man turns the gun on himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack is now left to pick up the pieces and rebuild Torchwood in the image that he wants to. This is where we pick up the story &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZScZnVRXTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xWRfxVdkabs/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZScZnVRXTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xWRfxVdkabs/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302034625190780210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of Torchwood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSccbofS-I/AAAAAAAAACo/5C_prlDwv-U/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSccbofS-I/AAAAAAAAACo/5C_prlDwv-U/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302034673589767138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(sorry for the shitty picture)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Torchwood does a great job with its portrayal of alien species.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZScdiQ4nBI/AAAAAAAAACw/_PECL6b-37Q/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZScdiQ4nBI/AAAAAAAAACw/_PECL6b-37Q/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302034692549680146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdJnoKPZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DBsa_LyqJZ0/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdJnoKPZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DBsa_LyqJZ0/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035449903725970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdKpj5DYI/AAAAAAAAADA/IRyCB6KtQb4/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdKpj5DYI/AAAAAAAAADA/IRyCB6KtQb4/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035467602562434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;between season 1 and 2 of torchwood we have another jump of character for Captain Jack. He returns to Doctor Who where he travels again with The Doctor and Martha Jones for 3 episodes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdK6Q1wTI/AAAAAAAAADI/XqCf0YKD7TM/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdK6Q1wTI/AAAAAAAAADI/XqCf0YKD7TM/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035472086057266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdLO0JIHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9ifOAetXE4U/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdLO0JIHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9ifOAetXE4U/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035477602836594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Season 1 of &lt;i style=""&gt;Torchwood&lt;/i&gt; Jack has built up a team of scientists, computer geniuses, ex-police officers, and doctors. They create a good team atmosphere that pulls in the viewer and also develops each character very well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdLvWzg6I/AAAAAAAAADY/qvB9oQNUUCw/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdLvWzg6I/AAAAAAAAADY/qvB9oQNUUCw/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035486338155426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdonAIAUI/AAAAAAAAADg/J9vp8HgVWPc/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdonAIAUI/AAAAAAAAADg/J9vp8HgVWPc/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035982311752002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The one and only drawback that I have for &lt;i style=""&gt;Torchwood &lt;/i&gt;is the very heavy emphasis on the secularism that most of Europe has taken on. This is the first show that I have ever seen actually tackle death. I think that it is a place that television can’t really convey. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The very first episode starts with some mention of the afterlife. It’s not like they completely flat out deny that there is an afterlife but they end up reviving 3 different people who all say that there is nothing after death. They just say it is darkness, no sound, no light, and nothing. But they all also feel a presence moving in the darkness. We later on find out that this is Death and it is released out into Earth where it takes 12 lives before it is combated by a man that is dead, no life signs no breath no body heat, nothing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdoy3gDTI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y7qaOXqbdY0/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSdoy3gDTI/AAAAAAAAADo/Y7qaOXqbdY0/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035985496804658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than the death issue, this show is amazing. But since it’s on the beeb (BBC) I fear that many, many people that should be watching it have completely missed out on it. I almost missed it myself. I recommend you all go and watch it now. &lt;a href="http://www.watchtorchwood.com/"&gt;www.watchtorchwood.com&lt;/a&gt; has all the episodes for you to view for free. So get watched up and then wait for the new season to start this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3992664237706017257?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3992664237706017257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3992664237706017257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3992664237706017257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3992664237706017257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/02/stardate-020912.html' title='Stardate 0209.12'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZSbjSUpW6I/AAAAAAAAABw/mmfHIP95HWE/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-6232634939472359597</id><published>2009-02-10T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:36:36.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0209.10</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't write yourself off yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's only in your head you feel left out,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or looked down on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just try your best,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Try everything you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And don't you worry what they tell themselves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you're away.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything, everything will be just fine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything, everything will be alright. (alright)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know they're all the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know you're doing better on your own, (on your own)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So don't buy in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Live right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, just be yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It doesn't matter if it's good enough (good enough)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For someone else.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything, everything will be just fine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything, everything will be alright. (alright)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's only in your head you feel left out, (feel left out)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or looked down on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just do your best, (just do your best)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do everything you can. (do everything you can)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And don't you worry what their bitter hearts (bitter hearts)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are gonna say. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything, everything will be just fine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything, everything will be alright. (alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song always makes me feel better. Jimmy Eat World. good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this time I have been writing my blog with a Star Trek feel, using the star dates and captains log method. But my blog has the look and feel of *sort of* firefly with Captain Malcolm Reynolds. I think  there is finally a new captain in my life. That may seem a bit homosexual but its not, this is my SciFi life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I think I am going to rebuild this blog to display all my captains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZGsydzW_eI/AAAAAAAAABI/PWc4umnIf9k/s1600-h/MalcolmReynolds13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZGsydzW_eI/AAAAAAAAABI/PWc4umnIf9k/s320/MalcolmReynolds13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301208219385265634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Malcolm Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;Captain of Firefly Class Transport Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZGtAAqbcuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LzO8CpP0Bas/s1600-h/jeanlucpicard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZGtAAqbcuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LzO8CpP0Bas/s320/jeanlucpicard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301208452081349346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jean Luc Picard&lt;br /&gt;Captain of  &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;Sovereign&lt;/span&gt; Class Battleship NCC 1701-E Enterprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZGtK6CZtII/AAAAAAAAABY/REW5quAKOEA/s1600-h/harkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZGtK6CZtII/AAAAAAAAABY/REW5quAKOEA/s320/harkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301208639281411202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jack Harkness&lt;br /&gt;Captain, 132 Company Royal Air Force, Time Agency, Captain of a Chula Battleship (unnamed and now destroyed.) Now leader of Torchwood III Cardiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time for a cosmetic update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-6232634939472359597?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/6232634939472359597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=6232634939472359597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6232634939472359597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6232634939472359597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/02/stardate-020910.html' title='Stardate 0209.10'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982477059791841231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SXsycYInBBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTOfc0gcY5Y/S220/00+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVhOCzNeK2k/SZGsydzW_eI/AAAAAAAAABI/PWc4umnIf9k/s72-c/MalcolmReynolds13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7059596129336117471</id><published>2009-02-07T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:09:02.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0209.07</title><content type='html'>Captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so about 2 weeks ago, I wrote a relatively lengthy note to a church. you can see this in the previous post here. well, I've gotten some response and I think it was received correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the church:&lt;br /&gt;great thoughts.  no...there is no praise team practice this week, but if you would like to get together sometime this week and talk about this then maybe i could "enlighten" you on a couple of points about this.  i don't mean to say that you are wrong about anything here...i think that you are very much right on track...there are a couple of things that might make this all easier to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't send this letter directly to the head pastor of the church because I don't know her that well. I instead sent it to the music/worship director. This is largely why it was worship based. The response I received was from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the "enlightenment" he talks about;&lt;br /&gt;these are again my observations from my time with the church and talking with people. I was not formally told these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membership seems to have stopped growing. The big fear among members is that once the membership drops a little bit more they will be consolidated with their partner church, Gethsemane. This scares all the members of Riverside. Why? because they have been around so much longer but it seems that they have dried up. &lt;br /&gt;As far as what I said about worship style, about 6 years ago there was a man who came to Riverside and was employed as the music director. He built up a program that was fantastic. It was big enough that they broke out to having 2 services instead of just the one that they have now. Well, long story short, he got mad (like churches can do to people) left on a bad note and most of the younger people left with him. Since him the church admin has completely changed. The congregation doesn't want to even try and get into a contemporary feel because they don't want to have the church ripped apart again. I completely understand this. Now, they also seem to not care much for the current music director, whom I really like he is a good man. once again it plays into the Gethsemane thing, because Tony is a joint music director. he does the 9:00 at Gethsemane the 9:45 at Riverside and then the 10:30 at Gethsemane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what I see and what I know from what I have been told by members of the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was listening to one of my favorite weekly podcasts, Legend Community Church. I think that its neat that I was mentioned. but I don't know for sure that my letter was received the right way by everyone that read it. I was able to talk to Tony when I gave him the letter so I know he understands what exactly I meant. But from what Jason said at Legend; I don't think that Riverside should completely abandon what they are doing. I also don't think they should switch to an all contemporary service. That would cause the destruction of the church right away. I don't want to cock everything up like that. No, I am only trying to say that maybe we should start to work on doing more worship and less routine, make small changes. Who knows, it might be enough to change the congregations perception on contemporary music or worship music for that matter. They say that the service is a "worship service" so why not introduce some worship into it. I actually spoke with Tony and the worship team and have started to work my idea into the service tomorrow. We'll all see how it goes. We are going to be leading a worship song during the offertory this week instead of doing it in silence. We will see how it all goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just saddens me because I see each week they are a little more aggressive to put us down. Two months ago we stood in the center of the front and lead worship. Today we stand off to one side and only the singers are in front. What brought about this change was a person asked if we could move so she could see the [plastic] floral display sitting on top of the table at the front. I have been asked to play everything through a DI box instead of an amp because they want more control up at the sound board. As a sound person, I am ok with this but, as a musician too, I don't like playing guitar when I can't hear it. Half the time I don't think that any sound is coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know again, I am just sort of rambling, saying things without a lot of thought as to order of words and things. I certainly hope that I haven't offended anyone. I don't know if anyone from Riverside reads this blog, if you do, come and let me know. cause I don't want to give up on you. even with the conversation that I had with my mentor that I really feels knows the bible better than most saying, "should churches last forever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to leave comments here. seriously if you think I am full of crap tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7059596129336117471?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7059596129336117471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7059596129336117471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7059596129336117471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7059596129336117471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/02/stardate-020907.html' title='Stardate 0209.07'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4472882354391602255</id><published>2009-01-25T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:10:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0901.25</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;So here is my letter to the Church in Muncie.&lt;br /&gt;this is a parallel to what Jason and Justin have taught at Legend. I just feel like it applies directly to the situation at Riverside. Now, it might be worded weird, that's because this was written as an email to the church, I just copypastaed it into my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 To the angel of the church in Ephesus write: &lt;br /&gt;      These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand and walks among the seven golden lampstands: 2I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked men, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. 3You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. 4Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. 5Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place. 6But you have this in your favor: You hate the practices of the Nicolaitans, which I also hate. 7He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 To the angel of the church in Ephesus write: &lt;br /&gt;      These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand and walks among the seven golden lampstands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is Jesus and he walks among the churches. Each lampstand represents a church. I see Riverside as a church where Jesus does walk and has for ever walked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked men, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. 3You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I see Riverside, you have done so much that is just wonderful and good. You all know your doctrine and you all know and love Jesus, you all know everything. Your also friendly and welcoming to anyone that comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. 5Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see that Riverside fits this exactly, the way I have heard this is that Ephesus was all knowledgeable but had forgotten Jesus. I don’t see this for Riverside, no, Riverside is very knowledgeable and deep in its love for Jesus, but I see that they have forgotten their desire to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It may be a bit harsh but I feel that this is linked to Riverside. If they do not put effort into the worship then it will not be long before the lampstand is removed.  The way I see it playing out, the members of Riverside get older and older, fewer and fewer, and soon to have enough members to make a Sunday service they will have to combine with Getsemity, I know for a fact, this is something that every member of Riverside knows will happen and does not want. It’s not so much that they don’t care about worship but that they don’t want to support the style of worship that will attract younger people to the church. I realize that the congregation is, bluntly put, old. I realize that older people do not like the contemporary style of worship, however, if the church is to survive then it needs to get with the time. This church is built on a college campus, why are there only two or three of us in attendance? I know that if this was not my grandparent’s church, I wouldn’t have ever thought to come here. It’s not that there is no advertisement for it. The problem is that no college kid wants to sit through slow hymns played on a piano. There is an attempt made almost every other week by the worship team. The music is contemporary, very lightly contemporary, and that’s not even a factor. The congregation doesn’t seem to take the praise team music seriously. Standing up at the front I can see people in the back, the only reason they stand is so they blend in with everyone else. No one ever sings along, even with the words up on the screen. I feel like they just hate the worship because it is different than what they are used to. &lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that they need to scrap everything and make a purely contemporary service, not at all. Rather just challenge the congregation to really try and dig into the meaning of these contemporary worship songs. Lots of the contemporary songs say things in a much easier way to understand. I feel that worship, loud joyful undignified worship, is what is going to get the church back on its feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;6But you have this in your favor: You hate the practices of the Nicolaitans, which I also hate. 7He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand the Nicolatians part, there is almost no mention of any Nicolatians anywhere in history. Apparently everyone hated them.  But I do feel strongly about the last verse, if Riverside was able to change, it could be something truly wonderful, like a beacon, a lampstand, in the community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riverside has potential to be back up in numbers but it needs some help. I feel like thats what I am here to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am meeting on wednesday to talk with my good friend Tony (the music director) about this. he said that I was on the right track but I need some background story so I know what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4472882354391602255?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4472882354391602255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4472882354391602255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4472882354391602255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4472882354391602255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/01/stardate-090125.html' title='Stardate 0901.25'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-1173314326636045638</id><published>2009-01-24T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:23:54.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0901.24</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching Torchwood. Played a song at the end. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should die this very moment&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't fear&lt;br /&gt;For I've never known completeness&lt;br /&gt;Like being here&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in the warmth of you&lt;br /&gt;Loving every breath of you&lt;br /&gt;Still my heart this moment&lt;br /&gt;Or it might burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we stay right here&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Til the earth stops turning&lt;br /&gt;Wanna love you 'til the seas run dry&lt;br /&gt;I've found the one I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I've loved you&lt;br /&gt;And never known your face&lt;br /&gt;All this time I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;And searched this human race&lt;br /&gt;Here is true peace&lt;br /&gt;Here my heart most calm&lt;br /&gt;Safe in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Bathed in your sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna stay right here&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Til the earth stops turning&lt;br /&gt;Gonna love you 'til the seas runs run dry&lt;br /&gt;I've found the one I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've known,&lt;br /&gt;All I've done,&lt;br /&gt;All I've felt,&lt;br /&gt;Was leading to this&lt;br /&gt;All I've known,&lt;br /&gt;All I've done,&lt;br /&gt;All I've felt,&lt;br /&gt;Was leading to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna stay right here&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Til the earth stops turning&lt;br /&gt;Gonna love you 'til the seas run dry&lt;br /&gt;I've found the one I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna stay right here&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Til the earth stops turning&lt;br /&gt;Gonna love you 'til the seas run dry&lt;br /&gt;I've found the one I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I've waited for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-1173314326636045638?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/1173314326636045638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=1173314326636045638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1173314326636045638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1173314326636045638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/01/stardate-090124.html' title='Stardate 0901.24'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-2928383424479870175</id><published>2009-01-19T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:51:44.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0901.19</title><content type='html'>Captain’s Log:&lt;br /&gt;So, today has been interesting. You know I was thinking as I was driving today, I created this blog as a place for myself to write down what I feel and think. Well I never thought that I was ever going to attract attention from anyone. So I guess I want to say thanks to everyone who is reading this and making me feel as if this is good enough to draw your attention.&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn’t know what to say earlier tonight when I was thinking about updating my blog but, well I started to talk to one of my good friends about this weekend, and how one of the individuals that was present last night at Habits is quite similar to me. Well it just lead into a conversation that started a whole internal conflict rift inside me. &lt;br /&gt;I look back into this blog’s previous logs and I talk a lot about someone who I like a lot. Well I think it’s time for me to act on that. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what is going to happen, I am terrified that I will wreck all relationship with her but I am also equally hopeful it might work. I just don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking to a few people about it that I trust and well, both have told me to just bite the bullet and do it. I guess it’s the way to go. I just don’t want to regret it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-2928383424479870175?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/2928383424479870175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=2928383424479870175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2928383424479870175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2928383424479870175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/01/stardate-090119.html' title='Stardate 0901.19'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4783024509838660665</id><published>2009-01-15T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:22:56.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0901.15</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ve been prodded to once again update my blog. &lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to do this, but, I don’t know what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think summary of the first week would be sufficient for you all maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I have my new schedule—&lt;br /&gt;Monday/Wednesday: &lt;br /&gt;9:00-9:50am Math 125 &lt;br /&gt;11:00-11:50am Telecommunication 206/207/208 &lt;br /&gt;2:00-2:50pm Astronomy 101&lt;br /&gt;3:00-4:15pm Religious Studies 101&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday/Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;9:30-10:45am Telecommunications 204&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;9:00-9:50am Math 125 &lt;br /&gt;11:00-11:50am Telecommunication 206/207/208 &lt;br /&gt;2:00-2:50pm Astronomy 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I feel it appropriate to go through each class and describe what exactly it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 125 is the lowest level of math in all of BSU, it’s a class that takes everything I learned from 8th grade to senior year and puts it into a blender and then only teaches what is skimmed off the top of that. The class is almost nothing. We’ve spent 2 days talking about histograms, (bar graphs). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telecommunications 206/207/208 are three separate classes, they only meet for 1/3rd of the semester and each covers a different type of writing; Script Writing, Copy Writing, and News Writing. Currently I am enrolled in 208 News Writing. Basically the class is designed so that in the next five weeks I will have doubled my news literacy as well as be able to write news casts that could be broadcasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy 101, what do I say? That sounds pretty self explanatory but really it’s not. So far I’ve learned that my teacher is a Christian and it seriously has influenced his life and his decisions as a scientist. He asked us for our definition of the meaning of life. And then talked about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious Studies 101 isn’t what it sounds like. It’s not studying each religion but rather studying the relationships of culture to religion and how stress and crisis influences religion. The class seems pretty cool and I think I will learn a lot about different religions and my own. It’s really interesting but it’s going to be a bunch of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telecommunications 204 is the analysis and critiquing of film and television. Basically that’s what it is. I am going to have to write weekly papers on my favorite movies and television shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s new with me now? Well I got a new digital camera on an amazing after Christmas sale. I picked up a Canon Digital Rebel XTI 10.1MPixel camera body for $250.00. I combined the body with my dad’s Tameron 28-200mm lens off his Rebel X 35mm camera. It’s really sweet. I’ve been taking a bunch of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the pictures that I have taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have my dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_ZMYUM-tI/AAAAAAAAACc/xed-4Ypj7YE/s1600-h/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_ZMYUM-tI/AAAAAAAAACc/xed-4Ypj7YE/s200/IMG_0167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291686893892467410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_ZLrSSjYI/AAAAAAAAACU/FCPEVbss4ro/s1600-h/IMG_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_ZLrSSjYI/AAAAAAAAACU/FCPEVbss4ro/s200/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291686881804848514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_ZK8LOoPI/AAAAAAAAACM/3K5sEjVNa9Q/s1600-h/00+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_ZK8LOoPI/AAAAAAAAACM/3K5sEjVNa9Q/s200/00+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291686869158764786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we have Josiah and Ian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_dpoTbtlI/AAAAAAAAACs/zPW9efJ_Kcs/s1600-h/IMG_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_dpoTbtlI/AAAAAAAAACs/zPW9efJ_Kcs/s200/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291691794446923346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_dpGwGbXI/AAAAAAAAACk/iRlWRBVTyg0/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_dpGwGbXI/AAAAAAAAACk/iRlWRBVTyg0/s200/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291691785440357746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my view out of my room today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_eDXFHm2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uU2yjaK0Jrk/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_eDXFHm2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uU2yjaK0Jrk/s200/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291692236500081506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dustin, he quit school today. saddens me. He was living down the hall, he was a quiet soul who was quite introverted. college isn't something that really suits him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_eUvmsaHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ymUFW7zBkdo/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_eUvmsaHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ymUFW7zBkdo/s200/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291692535141132402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_tPbdLuxI/AAAAAAAAADE/yWoPWyf9Q3w/s1600-h/00+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_tPbdLuxI/AAAAAAAAADE/yWoPWyf9Q3w/s200/00+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291708936507603730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, these last two are pictures that I did not take, but I feel have some noteworthy mention requirements.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, I have a picture of something I at first was a bit hesitant to watch. its a popular TV show from the BBC. Doctor Who. last week I fell ill and I had nothing to do, I turned on the telly and happened upon BBC, (yeah I get BBC at home) and I caught an episode of doctor who. I had NO IDEA what was going on but it was really quite good. so I got on my netflix and watched it. all 4 seasons of the newest series.&lt;br /&gt;this particular picture is the final farewell of Rose Tyler and The Doctor, on Badwolf Bay in Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_2OUR5wGI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lq4SX18LzM8/s1600-h/beach_farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_2OUR5wGI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lq4SX18LzM8/s200/beach_farewell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291718813006020706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was talking with my friend Meredith and she told me she wanted to get a hair cut, change up her look. you know, for a long time I have been thinking the same. I don't want to cut my hair but I want to change my stlye...&lt;br /&gt;this is what I want to look like some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_9Rd6ugYI/AAAAAAAAADU/siRSHrJJgt0/s1600-h/Sirius_Black_hi_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_9Rd6ugYI/AAAAAAAAADU/siRSHrJJgt0/s200/Sirius_Black_hi_res.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291726563714171266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I think that's all that is new with me.&lt;br /&gt;Emily, now that I have updated my blog, maybe you will update yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4783024509838660665?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4783024509838660665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4783024509838660665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4783024509838660665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4783024509838660665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/01/stardate-090115.html' title='Stardate 0901.15'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SW_ZMYUM-tI/AAAAAAAAACc/xed-4Ypj7YE/s72-c/IMG_0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8263081426059767779</id><published>2009-01-01T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:11:44.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>I think of a place on a faraway coast&lt;br /&gt;Where friends are so dear and there's reason to toast&lt;br /&gt;A cloudy image of a Middle East land&lt;br /&gt;Comes down and wrecks my hopeful thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am in a sort of depressing mood tonight.  I am not sure what it is that causes it either. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like my life has been split into 2 parts. I have my school side and I have my church side. The school side consists of all my friends from both East and BSU, likewise the church side consist of my friends from church. A few people coexist in both realms but they swing closer to one side than another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this break I feel as if I have completely abandoned my school side. I don’t think that it is a terrible thing that will cause horribleness down the road, but, I am left feeling a bit empty. I love my church side to death, but I can’t help but feel like I no longer really fit in with them. The combination of not fitting in with them, not hanging out with my school side, and not having any type of a relationship just leaves me alone, isolated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel a bit defeated right now. Today I spent 2 hours combing and working with my hair, why? It’s because my one school side friend here in WC is out of town and there was nothing to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess empty is the best way to describe how I feel. I don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are grouped into one of these 2 categories don’t feel like it’s your fault. It’s not, and I still love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8263081426059767779?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8263081426059767779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8263081426059767779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8263081426059767779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8263081426059767779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2009/01/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4389445846850106457</id><published>2008-12-22T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:45:48.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0812.22</title><content type='html'>Captian's log:&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my last post of the year. but I don't know what all to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou are more lovely than an ocean fair&lt;br /&gt;and more wondrous than an evening’s tide&lt;br /&gt;flowing on the shores of mine heart’s despair.&lt;br /&gt;For in these images you doth bide.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, nay to me thou are but more, much more.&lt;br /&gt;Thou are a storm raging out at sea&lt;br /&gt;majestic and impossible to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;Thou are a ship longing to sail free.&lt;br /&gt;But my love for thee doth sweep&lt;br /&gt;the waters of mine heart &lt;br /&gt;despite what thine can do to keep&lt;br /&gt;thine self and thee apart.&lt;br /&gt;thou are to me my steadfast harbor&lt;br /&gt;and In thine heart burns for you an ember &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I have lost her however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4389445846850106457?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4389445846850106457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4389445846850106457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4389445846850106457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4389445846850106457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/12/stardate-081222.html' title='Stardate 0812.22'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7244454569126597899</id><published>2008-12-06T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:54:11.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0812.07</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;So, its been what about a month since I have posted here. I have quite a few things to say. &lt;br /&gt;lets see, if you didn't know already, My dorm caught on fire. I know your all thinking, thats no big deal, that happens every year. No, this was at 4 in the morning. the building caught fire. several classrooms have been damaged. building has smelled like smoke and burnt chemicals for about a month. lets see, they pulled us all out of bed and we found our way to the basketball arena. and here is the funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1119080634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1119080634.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all see what it says on the truck. also note, this picture was taken around 4:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last month, other than the fire, really hasn't been to exciting. It is starting to pick up with finals in like a week. classes are really starting to wind down and teachers are piling on the work. I have video to film tomorrow (today when the sun comes up). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than all that, I built a new computer. &lt;br /&gt;the specs:&lt;br /&gt;asus p5q pro motherboard&lt;br /&gt;2.5 TB of hard drive space&lt;br /&gt;Radeon 4850 512mb gddr3 graphics card&lt;br /&gt;Intel Core 2 Quad 2.33 GHz processor&lt;br /&gt;1200W power supply&lt;br /&gt;26" LCD monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty happy. I didn't loose any files. I was technologically down about 3 hours and then once I got my motherboard drivers installed and internet returned I was back up. every program is reinstalled and everything is good to go. I started Friday at 3PM by 2:30 Am I had the entire thing running 100%. kinda proud. fastest and most seamless install yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do note the holiday lighting behind me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, alls well on this front. its funny its 3 am and I really don't want to sleep. I am not even tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it for now,&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7244454569126597899?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7244454569126597899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7244454569126597899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7244454569126597899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7244454569126597899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/12/stardate-081207.html' title='Stardate 0812.07'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/th_1119080634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5454912937468351171</id><published>2008-11-16T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:47:43.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0811.16</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh weekend you draw to a close.&lt;br /&gt;Twas a good weekend. I didn't do very much, that's why it was good. Saturday well I woke up around noon. I tossed on some music and then began really working on &lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/illustrator/"&gt;illustrating&lt;/a&gt; one of my &lt;a href="http://esgrossman28.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; who has really made me want to learn how. When I finish the picture I shall post it here. I worked for a few hours then I watched a TV show. I also got my friend hooked on arrested development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1115082237a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1115082237a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1115082237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1115082237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was fun. I decided to go to the quite lame campus hosted party.&lt;br /&gt;I am very glad that I did go. I got to spend about 3 hours with this girl that I have met and I really like a lot. I know her name, however due to the increased amount of readers here, I will not be making that public so you can't find her and ruin any chances I have... I'll tell you this, she is a musical theater major, a freshman, and a lot of fun to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think, I hope, I might have a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1012080920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1012080920.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Sunday, I had every intention in the world to go to church. but since I didn't get back until 4 in teh morning I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;I know its horribly hipocritical as how only a few posts back I was complaining about how no one wants to stick around and everything but I was really very tired. that picture is one I took before my very first time ever playing for that congregation. I like it there. I never realized how much fun it is to play for a crowd that wants to hate you but can openly show it because your related to a very active member. oh well someone needs to push them. I actually think its a lot like, odd as it may be I am using bible stuff in here and yes I did pay attention at Legend, Revelation 2: 1-7. They are a lot like the church of Ephesus. They do a really good job in everything they set out to do, *now I am talking about the congregation not the leadership*, BUT they do not remember the main thing that makes their church thrive. The leadership of the church sees this and they are all trying really really hard to make them go from being really really nice people to really nice people who reach out and help each other and who love and talk about Jesus.  I went to my grandma's house today around noon. They had asked me to come over for lunch after church. so I show up and she asks me how church was, and how many people were there. This kinda crushed me. I told her that I didn't go and she said that it was probably a good idea. The head pastor has been on vacation and this is the 2nd sunday she has missed, a wonderful guy who is the teacher and leader of the adult bible study gave the sermon this week and last. He is a little bit long winded, (sermon lasting 39:43 [I recorded it]), but he teaches. he really digs into like 5 to 7 verses at a time and he just teaches everything he can about it. But seriously, the reason she had not gone to church is because she didn't want to sit through a long sermon. They are all good people they have just forgotten god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1108082006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1108082006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after Grandma's I went over to WalMarx. I almost want to by that thing. I didn't though. I just thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the truly funny part. Each month our RAs are supposed to change the bulletin board at the front of the hall. this month mine got lazy and said we could post what ever we wanted. I'm not done but I've had my way with it. I put up every motivational.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except one. my favorite. I know not of who posted it. but I think it is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1107081333a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/1107081333a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5454912937468351171?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5454912937468351171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5454912937468351171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5454912937468351171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5454912937468351171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/11/stardate-081116.html' title='Stardate 0811.16'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/th_1115082237a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3133922012925723264</id><published>2008-11-13T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:52:41.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0811.13</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an eventful day. 2 major things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;first; in my health class a man came in and talk to us about this thing called the LONDON CENTER. For a semester I can live in london. and study at places like Oxford and Cambridge, The Tower of London, and some other stuff. I would live in a flat overlooking Baker street. yes, the home of Sherlock Holmes! I could take day trips out to this island off the coast, I think its called Ireland... &lt;br /&gt;this is really appealing to me. really it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second; I met a girl. I really like her. I don't know a lot about her. I know she is pretty. I know she is nice, I know she is a methodist and she loves david crowder. She is a musical theater major and a damn good singer. and she hunts in her spare time. pretty much awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3133922012925723264?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3133922012925723264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3133922012925723264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3133922012925723264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3133922012925723264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/11/stardate-081113.html' title='Stardate 0811.13'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-1561374234932265739</id><published>2008-11-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:28:02.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0811.8</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I spent $83.46 on a brand new HP Deskjet F4200. I have been raped. I found it for a decent price in comparison to what everywhere else had it for. so, I ask you HP, I just spent about 85 dollars on a new printer, WHY THE FUCK CAN YOU NOT INCLUDE THE USB CABLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to either get one here on campus for $16.00 for a 6 foot cable or probably a comparable price at walmarx or worstbuy. damn you HP. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, hmm. not much. I lead worship tomorrow at church. I really like playing at a church again. I've missed it a lot since encounter ended. I am unleashing my ESP explorer and my Crate amp on them tomorrow. we'll see how that goes over. but you know what, fuck it. I really think that someone needs to push these old people. and thats what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-1561374234932265739?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/1561374234932265739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=1561374234932265739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1561374234932265739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1561374234932265739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/11/stardate-08118.html' title='Stardate 0811.8'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7208911338366369796</id><published>2008-11-05T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:38:50.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0811.05</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is November the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are certain things that have happened today that I think are quite coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the current news. Obama will become the next president of the united states. This is a fact now. but I cannot help but be reminded of what the 5th of November calls for in current media. The Wachoski's have turned an iconic day in European [specifically British] history into an amazing movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SRJgcq_1NSI/AAAAAAAAACE/LG-oN9amUXU/s1600-h/v-for-vendetta-logo-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SRJgcq_1NSI/AAAAAAAAACE/LG-oN9amUXU/s320/v-for-vendetta-logo-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265376960044152098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have just finished my viewing of the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;V For Vendetta&lt;/span&gt; and I, now that I am in a position to be critical of movies, have drawn a conclusion from this movie. I found this to be absolutely relevant to the current status of America. Its funny and there is probably some kind of reason why election day falls on the fourth of the month of November. I feel that it is ironic because this historical event symbolizes the breakdown and fall of a governmental superpower. I see in this movie the deep down urge for the people to go out and change their government. V in this movie spends his entire life working toward putting an end to the corruption in the government. In his address to the people at the beginning of the film he talks about how the people of the country should be getting out and doing something. I feel like today people of this country have actually gone out and done something. It is not because Obama has won the election and he is black. No, this is that people have gotten out and voted. I personally did not support Obama. that's my personal opinion and I wish to not discuss my reasons any further. The fact is that Obama has won. I could look at this and be outraged and talk about how socialism is going to start spreading soon but that is retarded. No, I am going to look at it and say, "So my candidate did not win. I voted. I made a conscious effort to better society. what now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Obama's campaign has mirrored some of the values from this movie of Hope and Change. And I think that Obama winning can almost directly talk to the power of change when it is put into the minds of the people. I don't support him but he has done something that lots of people thought was impossible. I'll just come out and say it, Obama has completely defeated a battle hundreds of years old. I think that racism in America will start to be cut down on a large scale. I don't know I think that the worlds opinion of America has risen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;V For Vendetta&lt;/span&gt; was a very well written story and, even though there were some issues in how it was told, an overall good movie that pushes the younger crowd to get involved and know what is going on so that they can go ahead an participate in the changes that they feel to be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I have completely gone against everything that I stand for in the ways of my discussion of political views. I think that it was this movie that sort of pushed it out of me. Really I am glad that the election is over. Now, everyone needs to stop bitching and start looking to the future. If you voted for McCain, say, "Well, we tried. lets try again in four years. But now lets support our new head." Really its time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again apologies for my political /rant/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really trying to think of something else to say. but I really have nothing its been a quick week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church should be interesting. I spent about 6 hours there today working on a sound system. I learned the ins and outs of the system that powers them on Sundays. I also practiced with the worship team. The worship team makes me sad. The heart is there, it really is, but there is no effort put into it. about 6 years ago the music director built up a wonderful contemporary program and attendance rose dramatically. The directory (named Tony) then quit the church and left on some very bad terms. The choir remained the same but the contemporary style was not touched for the next 4 years. The new music director who is also named Tony is really pushing for it. See the church is dieing literally, all members are ranges 60-90. Contemporary worship would draw students from BSU to come out on Sundays. Riverside Methodist church sits on a property that lies inside the area that is counted as campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is doing everything he can to get the contemporary stuff going but the members are really resisting. We have a wonderful sound guy, a tremendous bass guitarist (an old black guy from the blues and jazz era) [and a extremely nice person might I add], two guitarists (myself on electric and Tony on acoustic), a classical pianist who is a senior at BSU studying music education, and three singers. Our three singers and pianist are our down fall. the Pianist while he is really great at playing anything you give him, he doesn't like to play contemporary stuff. The singers are a daughter, her mother, and her grandmother. The Grandmother doesn't like the contemporary stuff and just half asses it. it brings it down and they have to rely on the mother and daughter. the daughter is shy, she doesn't sing very loud, she has a beautiful voice but no confidence behind it. the mother is their because she wants to be involved at church. all three are really good singers but they just don't really try their hardest. I feel like it is really meaningful worship but not the best effort that one could give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been working with Riverside to get the program back on its feet. today I set up their V-drum kit. it hasn't been played in over 4 years and it was DUSTY! but its a very nice Roland kit. Very similar to what Jason and Justin use at Legend. Now all we need is a drummer. I have been asked to play my Explorer, its an interesting thing. Tony thinks that the radical shape will really just piss off the elderly people, but they can't say anything because Grandma and Grandpa have been upstanding members for over 40 years. If they can get to the point where the accept my crazy electric guitar then they will be able to accept a drummer. The other interesting one, the head pastor approached us and requested that I do a heavy distorted version of Undignified. She wants the church to start being more accepting to new things. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. hmm. there really hasn't been any other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7208911338366369796?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7208911338366369796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7208911338366369796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7208911338366369796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7208911338366369796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/11/stardate-081105.html' title='Stardate 0811.05'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/SRJgcq_1NSI/AAAAAAAAACE/LG-oN9amUXU/s72-c/v-for-vendetta-logo-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3601363747909923228</id><published>2008-11-02T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:56:21.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0811.02</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;so wow, I didn't know people other than Jason, Rodney, and Justin read this thing! that kinda makes my day! and I must apologize for my rather emo posts every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it has been a week or so since i posted. I won't recap my last week this is going to be a shorter entry. so just the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with Friday evening. I came home and passed out candy in my costume. (captain of the enterprise) to my astonishment there were some kids that knew exactly who I was. One little boy I would say third or fourth grade told me he watches Captain Picard every day on the space channel when he gets home from school. that pretty much means when he graduates from high school he will go on to live in his parent's basement. I think that its a sad fate for a trek fan. but funny none the less. the other thing that surprised me were these couple of girls who were trick-or-treating. One in particular was wearing a cop costume that she had to have purchased from a sex shop. and I asked her how old she was... 14. seriously what the hell? she totally looked 18 or 19. Admiral Ackbar (inside my head) said, "It's a trap!" and I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm that was Friday, Saturday was much different. I went to the bank at about 10:00 to get me some money. then I went over to the thrift store and spent about an hour and a half trolling the thrift store. I bought a suit for $2 dollars and a pair of really nice suspenders for $1 and a Victorian era printed vest for $3. I also got a case for my cell phone for $.50. I now have almost a full Victoran suit for my club. next I need a new battery for my pocket watch, a monocle, a cane, and a brown bowler hat but a nice one not a halloween grade crappy one. So after the thrift store I went home and my mom took me out for lunch and then she bought me a full tank of gas. all $11.95 of it! (haha you gas consuming car owners!) then we played some mini golf because it was like 70 degrees out. then I came home took a nap. then ate dinner. after that I went over to Emily's house. we waited for Kandy to come over at 9:00 so we could watch a movie. at 10:00 Kandy arrived and Meridith did too. much fun was had until the party was broken up at 1:00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I woke at like 8:15 and got all dressed (Victorian style) for church. My father desired to accompany me to Legend. I think its pretty cool that he wanted to see what it was all about. And he had lots of good things to say. We went to the Kenwood mall for lunch and then he wanted to see a furniture store in Montgomery. I came home and chilled for like 2 hours (I was asleep). then I hit the road. I got back here to school and watched probably one of the most fucked up things I've ever seen. The Rocky Horror Picture Show. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I am just sitting here typing away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you actually read my blog, post and tell me so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3601363747909923228?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3601363747909923228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3601363747909923228' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3601363747909923228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3601363747909923228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/11/stardate-081102.html' title='Stardate 0811.02'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8674699942093135046</id><published>2008-10-23T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:24:22.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0810.25</title><content type='html'>Captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been so damn busy these past few weeks. I haven't taken the time to actually stop and really write here on my blog. I don't think its a good thing for me to do. Reflection on self is one of those things that I think is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to reflect on recent events. last weekend and this week to. so brace yourselves this is going to probably be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend started on Thursday evening when everything pretty much went wrong for me. I start off the day on a good note at 11:00 because my 9:30 was canceled. I get out to my 12:30 and sit there waiting for him to release us, as I am walking out the back door of the lecture hall he calls my name out and asks me if I can come back at 3:15 to help him. fuck. thats setback number 1. I print out a copy of the constitution for the group I am organizing on campus and bring it with me when I come back to the class at 3:15 to work on my teachers computer. I work on it until 4:30 when I leave to go to the library to make some copies. well ask yourself how many copy machines use nickles? the ones at my school do. If you use a dime it fucks them up. great. so I walk back to the dorm for some nickels then its back up campus to get copies made and turn in the paper work. so I am finally ready to leave on FALL BREAK. I check email one last time for the weekend and what do I see. my english teacher has sent out an email saying that she forgot to tell us yesterday that our essay was due by midnight that evening. WTF? so I stayed on campus until 7:30 and finished it. finally made it out to my car and on my way home. on the way home I get stopped for 1 and a half hours while the police clear a train wreck on highway 1, the only road connecting Muncie and West Chester. I got home at 11:30 to my mother yelling at me and telling me I should have just skipped thursday all together and come home wednesday afternoon. I get to bed at about 2 and then--&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I wake up at 9:00 for a 10:00 dentist appointment where he works on my mouth for an hour and a half and tells me I need to come back the next day for some more work. fuck. I went out to lunch at quidoba (similar to a chipotle). I get home and my mothers friend comes over and starts asking me all these questions on politics. I hate politics. I go out to a thrift store and find an absolutely wonderful waistcoat. it needs some alterations but it works as something out of the 60's (thats the 1860's[victorian era]) I also picked up some good suspenders and an ascot. I went back home and watched a movie/slept. --&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: this was the best day I've had all month. there are no words that can express what the Highland Games were other than AWESOME. I got home about 9:00 in the evening and crashed I was so tired from that damn caber toss.--&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Legend. then home to go on a walk in the park with my mother who was just stalling to get me to stay longer. but I also saw Rodney before he had to do his organ thing. that was cool I wish I could see him more often. but then it was back to school.--&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Class as usual. it was a pretty standard monday. I went to my SCA practice at night and got to take one of my friends too. he was quite happy.--&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: same old thing, get up go to class and sign brad in. no it was not too bad. Tuesday night though I went to bed early.--&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: same as monday. but no SCA stuff. I have started to lead worship at my grandparent's church, they have a contemporary music program that needs some help. see Riverside is full of all elderly people. it is dieing. all the members see and know that it is dieing, yet they do NOTHING. I don't get it. the pastor and worship directors are doing everything they can to keep the church from death, but there are no new members. its quite sad. I don't know why but I feel like its my job to show up and give them some new hope. I feel like I am being called to really push them and to energize the congregation. so Wednesday I went and played guitar. it was good.--&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: same as tuesday. but I went back to that smoke shop and got some tea, a pipe zippo, some fuel, and a pipe tool.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: my 9:00 let out 30 min early. my 11:00 did nothing, and my 2:00 teacher didn't show. went and had dinner with some guys and now I am sitting here reading an email that 3 people were shot about 1/4 mile south of me about 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news:&lt;br /&gt; So today my power amp died. it only puts out a single channel. I am a bit sad because its probably the most used thing in my dorm room and it is also the first electrical component I built. Now I am at the point of do I buy a new one, do I repair the old one again, I don't know exactly what is wrong nor do I have all the tools to repair here, or what? I think it would be cool to get one that was rack mounted, but it would also be cool to not spend any money. I could also just bring up computer speakers and plug them in that way and get rid of all the big speakers. I just don't know what to do. I don't have much desk space so putting 2 speakers on my desk would not be too logical, but I could suspend all 4 of them from the underside of my bed that is over my computer. its all a big puzzle, what fits where in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off, my printer died too. I bought new ink for it last week and the gears crapped out. well fuck, this is going to be about a  $120 fix to get a new one. on top of the $200 I owe my dad for a new monitor, and $120 I owe him for other college stuff. stuff is just so fucking expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, I bet no one reads this entire thing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8674699942093135046?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8674699942093135046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8674699942093135046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8674699942093135046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8674699942093135046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/10/stardate-081025.html' title='Stardate 0810.25'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7796936416802845256</id><published>2008-10-19T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:22:03.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0810.19</title><content type='html'>Captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a whole like 5 days since my last rambling. I think a good recap of the weekend events are in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurday- woke up in middle of knight by attempted suicide (on floor below me). worked my ass off all day getting shit done for classes so I could get out of there by like 2. at 1 my music teacher asks me to stay after class and help him with his computer. well fuck. so I stay after and work with his computer calibrating this blue tooth system. so its like 4 and I am wanting to get the hell out of here. I've got to make some copies first. go to the copy machine. $.05 charge. WHO FUCKING CARRIES NICKELS? seriously, nickels are worthless. so its back across campus for a nickel. I get to the office to turn in my papers for creating a club, and, I have the wrong form... so its back to the faculty adviser for some more signatures. I get on the road at about 7:30 mind you thats about 5 and a half hours later than I would like. cruzing down highway 1 and what do I happen upon? a fucking train wreck. literally. so I get home around 11:30 in the evening. damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- wake up at 9, go to dentist. came home had lunch. went thrift shopping. came home crashed. spent rest of day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- HIGHLAND GAMES. no words can describe this absolutely wonderous event.&lt;br /&gt;check out this: &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/wilcoxjd/sets/72157608152959320/"&gt;PICTURES OF GAMES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-  Church at Legend Community. then a walk in the park, a drive back to school. then a taste of a pineapple hooka. not bad. its cold outside though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7796936416802845256?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7796936416802845256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7796936416802845256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7796936416802845256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7796936416802845256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/10/stardate-081019.html' title='Stardate 0810.19'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3665857809075556589</id><published>2008-10-12T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:22:30.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0810.12</title><content type='html'>Captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I've been sick this weekend. I got probably two hours of sleep on Friday night. I had to get up at 8 and be on the road for an &lt;a href="http://www.scademo.com"&gt;SCA event&lt;/a&gt; that was cool I guess. It was my first event. I was up for official authorization as a fighter. I got it and then collapsed as I walk off the field. It was a shitty thing to happen cause the churigeon (medical staff) wanted to just pump me full of water because I was dehydrated. I kept telling the bitch that I was sick with a cold and it was not the water. grr. oh well. I killed a knight it made me feel quite good about myself. actually I killed him after he took my sword arm and my leading leg. so I killed him from my knees using my left hand. I got a direct shot to his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, I am sitting in my room coughing with a sore throat. I am waiting for &lt;a href="http://jasondwilcoxon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; to post his next &lt;a href="http://legendchurch.podbean.com/"&gt;Podcast&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an experience at church today, so it was my first sunday leading worship. I am sick. I felt terrible. I am standing in front of maybe 75 people and the rest of the "praise team" didn't show. The 3 singers, the Bassist, the piano player, and the other guitarist, all missing. what a shit move. it was 2 easy songs though, be thou my vision (first three verses) and come thou fount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily the youngest person besides myself was about 45 so they really didn't notice there was not a full band playing. The other guitarist, who is the music director part time for this church and part for its sister church got hung up in traffic and came in half way through the 2nd song. the pastor was a good vocalist so she was able to sing cause I wasn't going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I think its cool and all that I have a chance to just walk up to the front of a church and start playing and everyone in the congregation liking that I am doing so (but hating me cause its not a piano or at least an acoustic guitar...)&lt;br /&gt;no everyone was happy. I have been asked by the pastor to start pushing these old people. She told me that if the church won't change, it will die off. and then she said, do you know the song undignified? hehehehehe. so we going to work on that for 2 weeks from now. think the old people hate my electric guitar, wait till they hear distortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird, but it still saddens me that I am not at my "home" church or even legend. so much change.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really don't know yet if I am at the correct church or not. all the people are nice they are just fucking old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough of my bitching, I got more home work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do tell me what you think of the following though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlWIh5NKbU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlWIh5NKbU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3665857809075556589?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3665857809075556589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3665857809075556589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3665857809075556589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3665857809075556589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/10/stardate-081012.html' title='Stardate 0810.12'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-9163781756908338357</id><published>2008-10-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:08:39.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0810.09</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;So its about 4 minutes from stardate 0810.10 but what the hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy day again. I am not going to be the official president of the Ball State Medieval Recreations club. and its going to be a SHIT-TON of work.I had my first meeting with the other officers tonight and it went well. it actually ended up sitting with a senior girl and a staff member in the front of an English smoke shop puffin pipes. The guy who runs Stan's is an English fellow who was born and raised in England until he was about 30, he moved to the states for work and found that he hated his job so he quit. He didn't have the funds to move back to England so he started up his family's business here in Muncie. This all happened like 25 or 30 years ago. Now he owns this low lit tea and tobacco bar where you can get English tea only, no herbal crap and no coffee. on the other side of the store is a smoking parlor where he sells really really good pipes and cigars, best of all he has completely banned cigarettes from his store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you walk in he calls you sir. All about customer service. I like that in a store. but I won't be back there to smoke pipes for a while. I really want to keep it to a once or twice a month maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he told me of an option thats become very popular in Europe. the &lt;a href="http://www.electronic-cigar.org/"&gt;Electronic Smoking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting is what I have to say. it would be great for those who want to smoke in a high-school setting seeing as how its not smoking but it is. I don't know how they would be able to get mad at a young person for breathing it. it really isn't smoking its just breathing in a vaporized nicoteen. &lt;br /&gt;oh well, I don't ever want to touch a niccoteen product, you can smoke but its not for me. pipes are a hell of alot safer. (safer, not completely safe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my day's events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-9163781756908338357?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/9163781756908338357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=9163781756908338357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/9163781756908338357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/9163781756908338357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/10/stardate-081009.html' title='Stardate 0810.09'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3606327995806469866</id><published>2008-10-08T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:35:24.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0810.8</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;This week has been BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was legend and then coming back to school. I had to finish (start writing) 5 journal entries for english, due the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I got up for my 9:00 and sat there for 50 minutes hating life. then came back to my room and finished up my 5 journals. I went to my 11:00 and continued hating life. came back and submitted my journals. I studied for my 2:00 test. went and took it, got a great 70%. from 3 to 6:30 we were filming and editing for the trailer submission at 7. after the submission I took off for my stress management class (&lt;a href="http://www.scademo.com"&gt;the SCA&lt;/a&gt;). I drove around downtown muncie for 30 minutes trying to find the new meeting place. I hate 1 fucking way roads. once that ended at 10:00 I went to my grandparents house to see them, they had just gotten back from 10 days in France. so at 11:30 I finally park back at the lot to find out that the shuttle bus only runs until 11. fuck my life. so I had to walk the 2 miles back to campus. I got back around 11:50 just in time to get some dinner, the place closes at 12. so I made it back to my room at 12:05.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I got up for my 9:30 and went down there and sat through a regurgitation of a Lakota health class. then it was off to meet with some people to start working on an essay for wednesday. at 12:45 I realized that I was missing my 12:30 so I tore over there and luckily got to the attendance sheet before the old man shell of a teacher. I got out at 1:45 and came back to work on my essay. at 4:30 my mother calls me telling me she is on the way to pick me up to go back to grandma's house for dinner. I am at grandma's from 5 until 6:45. at 7 we entered in the auditorium and sat down to watch The President's Own Marine Band and it was a really good show. I got out at 9:30 and they wanted to see my room, so we went there, then I had to walk them back to the parking garage, and then back to my dorm. I got in around 11:30 and went back to working on my essay. at 3:30 I just gave up. my essay was 1/2 done. fuck it. I then had to get up wednesday for my 9 again. I hate the work I have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I got my prize pack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/1005081724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/1005081724.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/1005081725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/1005081725.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/1005081725a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/1005081725a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired but it doesn't end here. I have a 2 left then its off to church for a rehursal for sunday. then out to the boonies to work on my armour for saturday.&lt;br /&gt;its always something.&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3606327995806469866?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3606327995806469866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3606327995806469866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3606327995806469866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3606327995806469866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/10/stardate-08108.html' title='Stardate 0810.8'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-2806216547133124477</id><published>2008-10-05T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:18:52.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0810.6</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a hard day for me. I finally feel like BSU is where I belong. I've got friends there now and I had such a good time these past few weeks. I went to the very first &lt;a href="http://www.legendchurch.com/"&gt;Legend Community Church&lt;/a&gt; service this morning. It made my sad. the one thing I lived for during high school was Encounter. I knew it was always going to be the same, We would play music, and Jason would talk. I really took it for granted. This morning at legend I felt like I was back at Encounter 6 or 7 months ago and I was watching worship. I made me pretty sad. I know that for all of my friends, (because all of them went to UC) it won't change. They all still have Jason and Justin and the safe format that they teach in. I truly miss standing on a stage next to those people and playing guitar. That was the hardest part for me. I know that church isn't supposed to be about the people, but it is. Before this morning it was some about 12 weeks since I had heard a sermon that wasn't just watered down. I really like the church I am going to. I like the way they want me involved. I like that I will be playing on a "stage" with guitarist that are really good. The sermon has no depth. I desperately miss the way Jason taught at Encounter. This morning just made me realize that like always everyone else is sticking together and I feel once again like an outsider. I know that it sounds selfish but I really miss those people. I miss the way it was. I feel like legend is just the next phase of Encounter and instead of it being high school kids it is college kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me sad that I look at all that and realize that it has changed and its never going to be the same. I just feel like I got left behind because there is no way that I can do anything. Yeah I could show up every Sunday, that isn't practical for me. I just wish that churches around here had more people like Jason and Justin, More people that cared about teaching the bible rather than reading from it and talking about the words. I really miss the in-depth history lessons of it all. I especially miss the worship. I don't think I will ever find a church with worship to match Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all boils down to, its something that I can do. Because I can't, it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields of green&lt;br /&gt;Stonewalls run between&lt;br /&gt;Gray skies above&lt;br /&gt;A falling leaf&lt;br /&gt;The rock that sits beneath&lt;br /&gt;These are all the things I love.&lt;br /&gt;and when I'm far away&lt;br /&gt;somehow they live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling I can't touch,&lt;br /&gt;something I cant see, something I cant see, lives inside of me,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's In my bones and in my blood&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what it is, but I know its good&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my feet this faithful land&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City glow&lt;br /&gt;bustling streets below&lt;br /&gt;the traffic's hum&lt;br /&gt;windows gleam&lt;br /&gt;plumes of smoke and steam&lt;br /&gt;It's a world that I've become&lt;br /&gt;and when I'm far away somehow they live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling I can't touch, something I cant see, something I cant see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's In my bones and in my blood&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what it is, but I know its good&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my feet this faithful land&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On all these roads that rise ahead Ill find&lt;br /&gt;another reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;another place another part of me&lt;br /&gt;Ill never have to leave. Ill never have to leave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's In my bones and in my blood&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what it is, but I know its good&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my feet this faithful land&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I understand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fields of green&lt;br /&gt;Stonewalls run between&lt;br /&gt;Gray skies above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-2806216547133124477?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/2806216547133124477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=2806216547133124477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2806216547133124477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2806216547133124477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/10/stardate-08106.html' title='Stardate 0810.6'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8463589238379223108</id><published>2008-09-28T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:24:59.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.28</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log: &lt;br /&gt;Holy crap its been another noticeable period without a blog post. &lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been to much to post about from here. I am having a good time and all. I still miss my friends from home, but what the hell now that they are in college they don't even talk to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see I spent all day yesterday rearranging the room. Max, my room mate, has gone home for the weekend once again (like every weekend). so I just pulled all my shit down and moved it. I freed up a lot of room and I really like the new set up. it actually makes the room darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, I don't know how much more there really is to say. I am leaving it about 10 minutes to go to church with my grandparents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I met with the music director at their (my grandparents) church. Tony is a really cool guy he is like the pop music encyclopedia like Jason and the older awesome and quite jolly musician like Rodney. He wants to get me either Leading on guitar on Sunday mornings or leading the Audio Tech team and rebuild the church's sound to fit the newer front of the sanctuary. The only thing I am a bit hesitant on is the youth group consists of only one person who is no longer a youth... myself. The youth room is 10 times better than what was at CPC though. fooseball, air hockey, pool, full stage, full sound system, computers with internet, and full coffee bar. I don't like coffee much, but it had a whole selection of European Teas. I = Happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it would be a really cool gig if the people were younger then 80.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll give it a shot. hell I am the only one on my floor who even tries to go to church. catholic heathens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8463589238379223108?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8463589238379223108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8463589238379223108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8463589238379223108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8463589238379223108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080928.html' title='Stardate 0809.28'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4061382503297243797</id><published>2008-09-24T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:35:09.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.24</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;so I've been telling myself I'll update this later. and it gets thrown off an entire day. oh well not much change here. been playing video games and working on my website thats pretty much it. well that and going to class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, I am having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could find no applicable lyrics for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4061382503297243797?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4061382503297243797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4061382503297243797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4061382503297243797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4061382503297243797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080924.html' title='Stardate 0809.24'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3726658281768838369</id><published>2008-09-22T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:09:06.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.22</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;holy crap, has it really been like 5 days since my last log. crap.&lt;br /&gt;so, whats going on? hmmm. not much really. I went home this weekend and saw people. less fun to go home now that all of UC is out of WC. I did to spend time with the girl I really like. but way too short of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw her every day she was working at the seven-Eleven,&lt;br /&gt;He would buy two hot-dog's or some natcho's or a Slim-Jim&lt;br /&gt;so that he could see her pretty face then he&lt;br /&gt;got up the nerve to ask her out one day&lt;br /&gt;and she replied, flat out, "no chance, no way "&lt;br /&gt;but in my mind this is what he heard her say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you meet me on the corner&lt;br /&gt;i'll be wearing something pretty just for you&lt;br /&gt;you can hold my hand kiss my cheek we'll be together forever&lt;br /&gt;you may be the very best thing that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she must have forgotten or dog got sick or something like that&lt;br /&gt;cause he waited on that corner, hour after hour&lt;br /&gt;then he went back to his flat by himself and watched TV&lt;br /&gt;but the very next day he tried again, and she replied&lt;br /&gt;"not if every other man on this ...earth.... were... dead" but i swear&lt;br /&gt;this is what he thought she said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you meet me on the corner&lt;br /&gt;i'll be wearing something pretty just for you&lt;br /&gt;you can hold my hand kiss my cheek we'll be together forever&lt;br /&gt;you may be the very best thing that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he could not help himself so he begged her just to listen&lt;br /&gt;to what he had to say that "beauty is only skin deep&lt;br /&gt;it's what's inside that counts" she said "alright" so he told her&lt;br /&gt;all about how he likes to take long walks in the park, sunsets,&lt;br /&gt;riding motorcycles, watching foreign movies, reading books about&lt;br /&gt;lands that are far far away, and how one day he's gonna travel round the world&lt;br /&gt;singing songs about people and places and finally&lt;br /&gt;she said the words that he heard in his head... she said "OK shut up!" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will you meet you on the corner&lt;br /&gt;i'll be wearing something pretty just for you&lt;br /&gt;you can hold my hand kiss my cheek we'll be together forever&lt;br /&gt;you may be the very best thing that ever happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me right now, sept for the last verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3726658281768838369?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3726658281768838369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3726658281768838369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3726658281768838369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3726658281768838369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080922.html' title='Stardate 0809.22'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8049138098344917963</id><published>2008-09-16T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:02:00.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.17</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log: Supplemental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am a terrible person. its because I have a belief. I believe that the smoking area should be moved from right outside of my room to another part of campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tonight I took maters into my hands. its probably the last time I will. I think it was the most adrenaline rush I've ever had. &lt;br /&gt;I was expressing my anger at their volume to the junior from down the hall. he's a cool guy who works for BSU in building maintenance. he agreed and we went and got two large cups of ice. and this story will be accessable through the BSU websearchs so I will not be finishing this story. email or aim for the final parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8049138098344917963?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8049138098344917963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8049138098344917963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8049138098344917963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8049138098344917963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080917.html' title='Stardate 0809.17'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-1020568927325086248</id><published>2008-09-15T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:34:05.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.15</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone from my home has died in the hurricane. None answers my hails. &lt;br /&gt;its gotten cold here. I wasn't expecting that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my second fight club today. good stuff, but, I got my ass kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today I launched my website project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not done totally yet but here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cwryan.iweb.bsu.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all coded by hand with raw HTML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-1020568927325086248?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/1020568927325086248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=1020568927325086248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1020568927325086248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1020568927325086248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080915.html' title='Stardate 0809.15'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-2057855703660719410</id><published>2008-09-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:20:17.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.14</title><content type='html'>Captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;its 9:15 in the morning. I am waiting on the arrival of my grandparents to take me with them to church. Hopefully I can meet with the right people and get started leading worship. its funny, I went to sleep last night at like 12:30 so I could get up and go to church. everyone around me on this floor is Catholic. so they all stayed up and drank. oh the stereotyping. its a nice day out but its humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my room mate has gone home every weekend so far. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a supplemental later&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-2057855703660719410?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/2057855703660719410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=2057855703660719410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2057855703660719410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2057855703660719410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080914.html' title='Stardate 0809.14'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3596666255724443637</id><published>2008-09-13T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:01:55.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.13</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its 4 in the morning. what am I doing up? I don't know. but there are a lot of people up. I am not at all tired. I think if I lay down I will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I tried to find some revolutionary new meaning to life in the lyrics of the new Metallica Album; Death Magnetic. I didn't find much that applied to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good talk with a friend of mine. and I am working on a new website that I hope to get off the ground soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats really all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3596666255724443637?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3596666255724443637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3596666255724443637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3596666255724443637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3596666255724443637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080913.html' title='Stardate 0809.13'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8287583336272941182</id><published>2008-09-11T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:44:55.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.11</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar 2 (lead)&lt;br /&gt;1st:------------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;2nd:-----7-----7---------7--------------|&lt;br /&gt;3rd:-7/9---9-7---9---7/9---9/6-9-7/6----|&lt;br /&gt;4th:---------------------------------9--|&lt;br /&gt;5th:------------------------------------|&lt;br /&gt;6th:------------------------------------| x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably my new favorite riff ever.&lt;br /&gt;its in Suicide and Redemption &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8287583336272941182?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8287583336272941182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8287583336272941182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8287583336272941182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8287583336272941182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080911.html' title='Stardate 0809.11'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5102054802633176305</id><published>2008-09-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:37:43.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.10</title><content type='html'>Captian's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is what I get for leaving campus for 2 fucking hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0910080015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0910080015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right. I leave my parking spot for 2 hours. I get back at 8 in the evening, and nope. no parking. and no signs of where the fuck to park. so I go and park in what looks like a spot. At the end of a row. plenty of clearance to get cars through. No signs. but the ticketed everyone that was parked on the end of the row so I don't feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I know what Ball State is the most technologically advanced school. everyone that parks on the end of a row has to pay them $30.00. its what I call bullshit. and I plan on raising some good hell about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0909081959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0909081959.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and I went and palyed some mini-golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5102054802633176305?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5102054802633176305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5102054802633176305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5102054802633176305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5102054802633176305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080910.html' title='Stardate 0809.10'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/th_0910080015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-557837959025100646</id><published>2008-09-07T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:08:34.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.07</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colts are playing right now. I hate football. so I am hanging out with the other 2 people on my entire floor that hate football too. we are watching rugby on the internet TV. its much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took your advice Justin. it seemed to be very Vulcan like, (logical), I think it worked. well it worked as far as keeping things the same. I just hate it that I never could wrap my head around what I wanted to to until I was already gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just emo. who knows. I like it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this a few days ago. I was listening to it today as I drove back up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i've got a job down at the brewery, so I don't mind taking my work home with me.&lt;br /&gt;You live, you love, you laugh, you cry, life just slides on by&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind I'm playing football in the rain you're standing on the line, calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes nothing ever feels the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I look out across the water and remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a car but I walk most everywhere so I can feel the earth, feel the sun and breathe the air&lt;br /&gt;I stop and say hello, no one answers back.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm doing o.k. I've got friends and family&lt;br /&gt;People to love and people who love me&lt;br /&gt;But I still wish I could see my old town once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I look out across the water and remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bar-b-que on Sunday watch the game on channel nine&lt;br /&gt;then it's down to the pub for a pint a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;sing karaoke to each other&lt;br /&gt;"He ain't heavy... he's my brother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I look out across the water and remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't really realize how much this was actually me until I really listened to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We bar-b-que on Sunday watch the game on channel nine&lt;br /&gt;then it's down to the pub for a pint a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;sing karaoke to each other&lt;br /&gt;"He ain't heavy... he's my brother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that line really hit me. it reminds me of this last year when we had sunday night small group where we had food, and usually watched some TV. then after we went to Habits to listen to the open mic night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it scary actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it looks like my friends are planning some sort of road trip to come see me Thursday or Friday. that makes me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am being pulled in multiple directions right now so I have to run. maybe a supplemental latter? maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-557837959025100646?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/557837959025100646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=557837959025100646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/557837959025100646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/557837959025100646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080907.html' title='Stardate 0809.07'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-2101009031490079410</id><published>2008-09-04T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:20:30.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.04</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll ask you a question. If you like a girl, talk with her every day and spend lots of time with her but aren't going out, and you would like to pursue a relationship with her would you just take the initiative and make a subtle move or what? this is open to all who read this. I am just looking for some advice. I have for weeks now wanted to make a subtle move but I never do, part of me is scared it will be taken wrong, part of me scared that she'll never speak to me again. I have had that happen before and I don't want to be distant from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for though. all advice accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-2101009031490079410?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/2101009031490079410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=2101009031490079410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2101009031490079410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/2101009031490079410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080904.html' title='Stardate 0809.04'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5378163637488387778</id><published>2008-09-03T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:10:43.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.03</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;So I finally found my digital camera and now its time for a picture blog.&lt;br /&gt;The first scene here is my side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have the whole room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac N' Cheese mother fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0054-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0054-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smokin area outside my room :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the kids calls this "the projects" this is the view from my window. pretty shitty isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0055-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0055-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is everything my roommate brought with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0056-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0056-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0058-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0058-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Josiah, a large jolly black man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0064-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0064-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Eric, a new convert to my kilted ways. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0060-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/IMG_0060-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5378163637488387778?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5378163637488387778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5378163637488387778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5378163637488387778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5378163637488387778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080903.html' title='Stardate 0809.03'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/th_IMG_0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-6033317416038599231</id><published>2008-09-02T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:39:58.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.02</title><content type='html'>Captains log supplemental:&lt;br /&gt;Death Magnetic was leaked about an hour ago. youtube that shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-6033317416038599231?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/6033317416038599231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=6033317416038599231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6033317416038599231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6033317416038599231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080902_02.html' title='Stardate 0809.02'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7403322486343642907</id><published>2008-09-01T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:12:15.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0809.02</title><content type='html'>Captains log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I think I've completely fucked that up. good job me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7403322486343642907?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7403322486343642907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7403322486343642907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7403322486343642907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7403322486343642907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/09/stardate-080902.html' title='Stardate 0809.02'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3009229630935347697</id><published>2008-08-31T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:39:42.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stardate 0808.31</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday. its a good day. not like any other birthday though.&lt;br /&gt;no this one has been a reflective day. I have hung out with a few people and I know I have to go back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this song started after I hit the random selection and it really made me think. I feel like its really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a job down at the brewery, so I don't mind taking my work home with me.&lt;br /&gt;You live, you love, you laugh, you cry, life just slides on by&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind I'm playing football in the rain you're standing on the line, calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes nothing ever feels the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I look out across the water and remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a car but I walk most everywhere so I can feel the earth, feel the sun and breathe the air&lt;br /&gt;I stop and say hello, no one answers back.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm doing o.k. I've got friends and family&lt;br /&gt;People to love and people who love me&lt;br /&gt;But I still wish I could see my old town once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I look out across the water and remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bar-b-que on Sunday watch the game on channel nine&lt;br /&gt;the it's down to the pub for a pint a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;sing karaoke to each other&lt;br /&gt;"He ain't heavy... he's my brother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take the long way home I walk down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I look out across the water and remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what really hits me about this now that I am in college is the second half of verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm doing o.k. I've got friends and family&lt;br /&gt;People to love and people who love me&lt;br /&gt;But I still wish I could see my old town once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true, I am doing OK. and I do have lots of friends and family here that I love and they care about me. the last line really strikes me though, I still wish I could see my old town once again. How true. Maybe its not so much seeing my old town, it hasn't changed, but its seeing my life back a year from now, I really miss that way of life. it just saddens me that, even though my changes have not been bad and I am happy with everything that is new, I don't have that connection to the people that I left behind from high school. I would say that its not even so much leaving my friends from high school, its leaving my friends from church. I miss my small group so much. I feel almost like the outcast because I didn't go with them all to UC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know I really miss my friends and I miss the time we had together even though my life now is not bad at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for BSU, all I can say is that I really like to be here. Everyone seems nice and I am having such a fun time, classes aren't too bad. really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black is the colour of my true loves hair&lt;br /&gt;her lips are like some roses fair&lt;br /&gt;she had the sweetest smile and the gentelest hands&lt;br /&gt;and i love the ground whereon she stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my love and well she knows&lt;br /&gt;i love the ground whereon she goes&lt;br /&gt;i wish the day it soon would come&lt;br /&gt;when she and i would be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to the clyde and i mourn and weep&lt;br /&gt;for satisfied i ne 'er can be&lt;br /&gt;i wrote her a letter just a few short lines &lt;br /&gt;and suffer death a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time today with someone. that song really describes how I feel the best. But I could never tell her. I don't want to put that pressure on her. I don't want to risk a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a reflective night. makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3009229630935347697?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3009229630935347697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3009229630935347697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3009229630935347697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3009229630935347697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/08/stardate-080831.html' title='stardate 0808.31'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-609574211563558831</id><published>2008-08-27T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:03:31.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0808.27</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;Its been a good few days. Still missing everyone though. But I've been liking my classes. thought I would show you all my new decoration in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082336b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082336b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now next is what happens when I miss dinner 3 times in a row, I go to the grocery and use my meal plan. this is what you can buy using 3 $7.30 meal plans. also 3 cheese burgers and 3 cokes, and 2 24 packs of mt. dew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0827082107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0827082107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my computer is over heating because there is no AC. so my simple solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0827082145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0827082145.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-609574211563558831?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/609574211563558831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=609574211563558831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/609574211563558831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/609574211563558831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/08/stardate-080827.html' title='Stardate 0808.27'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/th_0825082336b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4529180576473978593</id><published>2008-08-25T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:07:26.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0808.25</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;Oh college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is going to be a relatively lengthy post. I wanted to really talk about my first day in college. I don't know I guess now that class has started and I am really settled in I feel a bit lonely without my friends. I've met bunches of people, that isn't the problem. its just the newness has worn off and well I don't know. I just miss seeing my friends back home. so I thought I would share some of Ball State with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082335.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is my section of room. its under my bed loft. my computer and desk and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082335b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082335b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TV. need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082339a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082339a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my hall 90% of the time. doors closed and no one out. college movies are fucking bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/0825082337.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the guys across the hall from me. the black character is Josiah. Josiah has an awesome sense of humor. really a delight to be around. the goth looking guy is Zach. He is a pretty cool guy, plays bass guitar really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've only had 3 of my 5 classes so far. I started today with TCOM 101. kick ass class. then I had English 103. I don't think its going to be too hard but its going to suck. and then I had History 150. History is a favorite of mine, so its not too bad. we are covering 10000 years of civilization in 18 weeks. go us! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not bad here. I like it alot. I haven't run into anyone yet who has been an ass. everyone is really helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wasn't as long as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it for today.&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4529180576473978593?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4529180576473978593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4529180576473978593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4529180576473978593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4529180576473978593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/08/stardate-080825.html' title='Stardate 0808.25'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/College/th_0825082335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-314574026032530354</id><published>2008-08-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:54:54.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0808.20</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I think you're gonna like it&lt;br /&gt;I think you're gonna feel like you belong&lt;br /&gt;A nocturnal vacation&lt;br /&gt;Unnecessary sedation&lt;br /&gt;You want to feel at home 'cause you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my breakdown&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't scare you&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way we are when we come down&lt;br /&gt;We sweat and laugh and scream here&lt;br /&gt;'cuz life is just a dream here&lt;br /&gt;You know inside you feel right at home here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome to my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I think you're gonna like it&lt;br /&gt;I think you're gonna feel that you belong&lt;br /&gt;We sweat laugh and scream here&lt;br /&gt;'cuz life is just a dream here&lt;br /&gt;You know inside you feel right at home here&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/?action=view&amp;current=0820081003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/0820081003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-314574026032530354?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/314574026032530354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=314574026032530354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/314574026032530354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/314574026032530354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/08/stardate-080820.html' title='Stardate 0808.20'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4894712475769656200</id><published>2008-08-12T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:47:59.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xtVipOjTEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;ftm=18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xtVipOjTEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;ftm=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4894712475769656200?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4894712475769656200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4894712475769656200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4894712475769656200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4894712475769656200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4902306632632478095</id><published>2008-08-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:44:30.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0808.03</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;  The day vastly approaches when I must separate myself from all that I love. I really am scared and sad about it all. I know it will give me many opportunities but its not like commanding a starship into the unknown. I will be without anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is the color of my true love`s hair&lt;br /&gt;Her lips are like some roses fair&lt;br /&gt;She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.&lt;br /&gt;I love the ground whereon she stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my love and well she knows&lt;br /&gt;I love the ground whereon she goes.&lt;br /&gt;But some times I whish the day will come&lt;br /&gt;That she and I will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is the color of my true love`s hair&lt;br /&gt;Her lips are like some roses fair&lt;br /&gt;She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.&lt;br /&gt;I love the ground whereon she stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep&lt;br /&gt;But satisfied I never can sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines&lt;br /&gt;And suffer death ten thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is the color of my true love`s hair&lt;br /&gt;Her lips are like some roses fair&lt;br /&gt;She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.&lt;br /&gt;I love the ground whereon she stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4902306632632478095?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4902306632632478095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4902306632632478095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4902306632632478095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4902306632632478095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/08/stardate-080803.html' title='Stardate 0808.03'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4343154863342399564</id><published>2008-07-21T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:53:44.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0708.21</title><content type='html'>Captains Log:&lt;br /&gt;Its been an eventful time in my life. Lots of changes are occurring. So, I went to Mexico, I had a good time too. here are some pics of me in Mexico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v263/198/32/598686219/n598686219_1042852_9035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v263/198/32/598686219/n598686219_1042852_9035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v263/198/32/598686219/n598686219_1042886_9586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v263/198/32/598686219/n598686219_1042886_9586.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all the good ones. for more check my facebook (and other people's too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I get back on the 13th and then started to bust some serious ass as I had to finish the 2nd half of Jason's video. forty hours later I say success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I get a text today from Nick, the new youth guy at Crestview, he seemed pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went mini-biking today. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4343154863342399564?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4343154863342399564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4343154863342399564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4343154863342399564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4343154863342399564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/07/stardate-070821.html' title='Stardate 0708.21'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-6021127891009231357</id><published>2008-06-30T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:05:35.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0708.01</title><content type='html'>Captains Log:&lt;br /&gt;I've been quiet on this but I just wanted to post a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/random/?action=view&amp;current=star_trek_mirror_images.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/random/star_trek_mirror_images.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope they all do a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-6021127891009231357?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/6021127891009231357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=6021127891009231357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6021127891009231357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6021127891009231357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/06/stardate-070801.html' title='Stardate 0708.01'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/random/th_star_trek_mirror_images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-5620378637082018803</id><published>2008-06-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:48:21.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0608.28</title><content type='html'>Captains Log:&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck. thats all I can say, thanks a lot youtube you have really fucked me over.&lt;br /&gt;it looks like its time to take my videos else where that when someone flags a video you tell them about it instead of instantly go and ban then for ever. the best thing is, I don't even know what the fuck I did to piss you off. I bet its really just you google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me guess there goes my blogger account too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the least you could have done was tell me my account was deleted and maybe why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-5620378637082018803?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/5620378637082018803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=5620378637082018803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5620378637082018803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/5620378637082018803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/06/stardate-060828.html' title='Stardate 0608.28'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8678746887679844844</id><published>2008-06-22T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:01:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0608.22</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been over a month since I have last updated this. it was brought to my attention that I should update. well, I don't know what all to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a recap of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: wake up at 9 and contenue to pack for my scout trip. we leave at 11 for camp freidlander in loveland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: wake up at 5:30 and take shower, wake the kiddies up at 7 and get them packing on their way to merit badges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, this is going to take a really long time and I am sort of tired. so the hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I went to church, then I came home and fell asleep, the week of watching 24 12year olds killed me. I went to small group and then to meridith's house afterwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;Captain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8678746887679844844?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8678746887679844844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8678746887679844844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8678746887679844844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8678746887679844844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/06/stardate-060822.html' title='Stardate 0608.22'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-659384419317006800</id><published>2008-05-20T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:56:35.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0508.20</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but let me tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;That I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Caledonia you're calling me&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;If I should become a stranger&lt;br /&gt;You know that it would make me more than sad&lt;br /&gt;Caledonia's been everything&lt;br /&gt;I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tired ghosts that haunt my nights,&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes of my own making,&lt;br /&gt;When I depart at day’s first light,&lt;br /&gt;It’s them I won’t be taking,&lt;br /&gt;If I’m to leave this place I love,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll harbor no regret,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see her smile,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait, and yet....&lt;br /&gt;I grieve to leave, I grieve to leave this native land,&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea, she waits for me to take her hand,&lt;br /&gt;My every breath, my every bone,&lt;br /&gt;Have drawn what strength they have from home.&lt;br /&gt;But love is stronger I suppose,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s the tear upon the rose.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve held my shoulder to the plow,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve worked these fields for so long,&lt;br /&gt;This earth has left its dirt on me,&lt;br /&gt;And made my hands so strong,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to lay these reins aside,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, and heaven, knows,&lt;br /&gt;This rocky soil I’ve cursed and nursed,&lt;br /&gt;Is no place to grow a rose.&lt;br /&gt;I grieve to leave, I grieve to leave this native land,&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea, she waits for me to take her hand,&lt;br /&gt;My every breath, my every bone,&lt;br /&gt;Have drawn what strength they have from home.&lt;br /&gt;But love is stronger I suppose,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s the tear upon the rose.&lt;br /&gt;I understand the risk I run,&lt;br /&gt;I love, and I may lose,&lt;br /&gt;But I have seen there, in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;A Rose I can’t refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's eyes are startling blue&lt;br /&gt;And her hair's Newcastle gold&lt;br /&gt;And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul&lt;br /&gt;She's as faithful to her history&lt;br /&gt;As a novice to his fast&lt;br /&gt;For she's standing on the bones of Ireland's past&lt;br /&gt;She's singing of the troubles&lt;br /&gt;And the fire in the land&lt;br /&gt;'Til I can almost feel the famine slipping through my trembling hand&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder as I hear her,&lt;br /&gt;That the spirit still shines through&lt;br /&gt;And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two...&lt;br /&gt;Mary's wise and she is foolish&lt;br /&gt;She's as constant as the tide&lt;br /&gt;For it's a woman's heart that beats beneath that stubborn Irish pride&lt;br /&gt;We are saints and we are sinners&lt;br /&gt;We are heros we are theivesWe are all of us beginners on the road to Galilee&lt;br /&gt;She's singing of the troubles&lt;br /&gt;And the fire in the land&lt;br /&gt;'Til I can almost feel the famine slipping through my trembling hand&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder as I hear her,&lt;br /&gt;That the spirit still shines through&lt;br /&gt;And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two...&lt;br /&gt;So let us hiost a pint of silence&lt;br /&gt;To the east where ireland lies&lt;br /&gt;And we will stare across the waters&lt;br /&gt;For a glimpse of Mary's eyes&lt;br /&gt;We are ships without a harbor&lt;br /&gt;We are sailors are on dry land&lt;br /&gt;And the song goes on forever&lt;br /&gt;Even though the record can't&lt;br /&gt;She's singing of the troubles&lt;br /&gt;And the fire in the land&lt;br /&gt;'Til I can almost feel the famine slipping through my trembling hand&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder as I hear her,&lt;br /&gt;That the spirit still shines through&lt;br /&gt;And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Remember the good times that we had?&lt;br /&gt;I let them slip away from us when things got bad&lt;br /&gt;How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired but I can�t sleep&lt;br /&gt;Standin' on the edge of something much too deep&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word&lt;br /&gt;We are screaming inside, but we can�t be heard&lt;br /&gt;But I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to a past that doesn�t let me choose&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light&lt;br /&gt;And I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;And I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I selected the Irish playlist on my Ipod, hit randomize and this is what plays. talk about signs telling me that its all ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-659384419317006800?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/659384419317006800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=659384419317006800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/659384419317006800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/659384419317006800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/05/stardate-050820.html' title='Stardate 0508.20'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-6121911532728936322</id><published>2008-05-04T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:58:12.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0508.4</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, she’s so hot&lt;br /&gt;She’s so fucking hot, she’s like a curry&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell her how hot she is&lt;br /&gt;But if I tell her how hot she is she’ll think I’m being sexist&lt;br /&gt;She’s so hot, she’s making me sexist…bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a little bit of drums&lt;br /&gt;I need just a little bit of mandolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the room doing Boom like it’s never been done&lt;br /&gt;Bust a move it’s just the kick of a gun&lt;br /&gt;In the Marquee in the bass is Booming&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s smoking Boom in da back of da room&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the first day of spring, the flowers are blooming&lt;br /&gt;Drum Boom bass and the party is Booming&lt;br /&gt;Boom ba Boom like a rocket taking off to da moon&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom go the bride and groom ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya shaking that Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;See ya looking at my Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;You want some Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;It’s clear it’s Boom some Boom Boom ahh&lt;br /&gt;Let me buy you a Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;When?&lt;br /&gt;You order a fancy Boom&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;You like Boom, I like Boom&lt;br /&gt;Enough small Boom lets Boom the Boom ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we’re driving in a Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;Driving, back to your Boom ba Boom&lt;br /&gt;And you turn out the Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;And we Boom Boom Boom ‘til the break of Boom&lt;br /&gt;My boom is ringing it’s Big-Booms-Boom&lt;br /&gt;Back from ten years in the Boom&lt;br /&gt;And they said he got his Boom chopped off in the Boom&lt;br /&gt;But the crazy Boom still wants to Boom, well&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girl, I gotsta Boom&lt;br /&gt;Give you a Boom in the afternoon and&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom baby, don’t forget you the most Boom Boom I ever met.&lt;br /&gt;A Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the Boom King?&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the Boom King? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-6121911532728936322?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/6121911532728936322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=6121911532728936322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6121911532728936322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/6121911532728936322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/05/stardate-05084.html' title='Stardate 0508.4'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-481272241727191515</id><published>2008-04-26T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:21:56.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.26</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;Today, today, today, what a day. I woke at 10 and wrote some letters. I ate some breakfast. I went to home depot. I then went to VOA and played cricket for about 3 hours. much fun. then I got home and I have been doing some work on my computer. I found something funny in my pictures folder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Small%20Group/?action=view&amp;current=03-23-08_1517.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Small%20Group/03-23-08_1517.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-481272241727191515?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/481272241727191515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=481272241727191515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/481272241727191515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/481272241727191515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040826.html' title='Stardate 0408.26'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/Small%20Group/th_03-23-08_1517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-1862353950238666481</id><published>2008-04-25T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:40:39.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.25</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Should be banned&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't exist&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I'll never miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you go,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go with you&lt;br /&gt;And if you die,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die with you&lt;br /&gt;Take your hand and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I'm glad I survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-1862353950238666481?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/1862353950238666481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=1862353950238666481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1862353950238666481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1862353950238666481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040825.html' title='Stardate 0408.25'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-408854496025981756</id><published>2008-04-19T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:10:52.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.20</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log: &lt;br /&gt;Its been a hell of a day. I wake up at 10 I go to the grocery to get some food. come home and find out that my credit card has been stolen. I damn near didn't catch it either. next I go over to a friends house to do some shooting and we do some tag team stuff with 3 on 2 teams. well this 14 year old kid thats a neighbor of Chadington's pops around a corner scares the shit out of us (cause he has a fully auto gun) Chad opens up in self defense and hits him in the tooth and cracks out 3/4 of one of his front teeth. WTF is that? So after we shoot about 2500 rounds we decide to call it a night. I've placed an order for the following: a new credit card, 15000 rounds of ammunition, JG Mp5 A5 full metal AEG, and a new magazine for my mac-11. I am going to get a nice face mouth guard now for when we play. damn. I've NEVER seen that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the JG gun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.airsplat.com/Images/ERM-JG-M5-R-071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.airsplat.com/Images/ERM-JG-M5-R-071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-408854496025981756?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/408854496025981756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=408854496025981756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/408854496025981756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/408854496025981756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040820.html' title='Stardate 0408.20'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4833652566430359652</id><published>2008-04-13T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:52:23.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.13</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;this is how I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/efFgzOA6qfE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/efFgzOA6qfE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4833652566430359652?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4833652566430359652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4833652566430359652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4833652566430359652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4833652566430359652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040813.html' title='Stardate 0408.13'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-1634666777893125855</id><published>2008-04-10T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:45:39.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.10</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log Supplemental:&lt;br /&gt;Today was good, I've got an Idea of who. I;ll give it a try and if the stars aligned properly well then I am in business! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a kilt day. yay. THE HAGGIS episode 2 is going into production tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-1634666777893125855?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/1634666777893125855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=1634666777893125855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1634666777893125855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/1634666777893125855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040810_10.html' title='Stardate 0408.10'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-8913333789777265554</id><published>2008-04-10T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:39:21.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.10</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/random/?action=view&amp;current=skylab.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/random/skylab.jpg" border="0" alt="What really happens at school"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what really happens at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-8913333789777265554?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/8913333789777265554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=8913333789777265554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8913333789777265554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/8913333789777265554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040810.html' title='Stardate 0408.10'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y76/cwr89/random/th_skylab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-3923530882178241445</id><published>2008-04-08T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:36:50.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.08</title><content type='html'>captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today today today. what ever did I do? &lt;br /&gt;I modded a nerf gun. I know I said I would never go that path again but, I couldn't resist. it was free. Kilts tomorrow. why? cause its Tan and black day and I have a tan kilt. Ironic! Maybe kilts friday, I don't know about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-3923530882178241445?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/3923530882178241445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=3923530882178241445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3923530882178241445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/3923530882178241445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040808.html' title='Stardate 0408.08'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-4023910613170467493</id><published>2008-04-07T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:17:01.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.07</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;today. yeah, well, today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come&lt;br /&gt;Captain out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-4023910613170467493?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/4023910613170467493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=4023910613170467493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4023910613170467493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/4023910613170467493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040807.html' title='Stardate 0408.07'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253906429003059714.post-7846795807418418162</id><published>2008-04-05T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:11:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate 0408.05</title><content type='html'>Captain's Log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I didn't think that I was going to actually make it happen. The Haggis Episode 1 is finished. AND its not too offensive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please expect more to come in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253906429003059714-7846795807418418162?l=cwr89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/feeds/7846795807418418162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8253906429003059714&amp;postID=7846795807418418162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7846795807418418162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253906429003059714/posts/default/7846795807418418162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwr89.blogspot.com/2008/04/stardate-040805_05.html' title='Stardate 0408.05'/><author><name>Casey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ObjVjLY7PE/R2_qVdH9i4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/xpBYLP_Bxbw/S220/Pipe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
