<?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-23489056</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:08:51.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡it's djdoug!</title><subtitle type='html'>the random &amp; widespread thoughts, humor, &amp; information of a free-spirited, open-minded, &amp; very passionate young thinker, musician, &amp; student of the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-7166760297537693215</id><published>2009-09-09T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:05:13.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no update</title><content type='html'>moved to great location in austin with wifey, cat, and dog...&lt;br /&gt;vacation from work definitely coming to an end as professional collaborations reach fruition...&lt;br /&gt;got a bunch of tools &amp;amp; car repairs this past week&lt;br /&gt;and 9.10 is my birthday! (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;free cable and free internet is a great unexpected bonus to living in the city.&lt;br /&gt;austin has amazing local businesses.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to be a tour guide for friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;what's new with you?&lt;br /&gt;check out www.reasonproject.org&lt;br /&gt;and... the new albums by jay-z and muse are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i love jeremy scahill.&lt;br /&gt;for now, that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-7166760297537693215?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/7166760297537693215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=7166760297537693215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/7166760297537693215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/7166760297537693215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-update.html' title='long time no update'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115920239557501475</id><published>2006-09-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:39:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quite the accomplishment</title><content type='html'>http://go.fark.com/cgi/fark/go.pl?IDLink=2309033&amp;amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tampabays10.com%2Fnews%2Flocal%2Farticle.aspx%3Fstoryid%3D40227&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out-of-control Honda Accord hits embankment, takes flight, shatters sign, hits 20-foot high canopy over gas pumps, sails majestically over trees and cars before destroying a pay phone and landing into the side of the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115920239557501475?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115920239557501475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115920239557501475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115920239557501475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115920239557501475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/09/quite-accomplishment.html' title='quite the accomplishment'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115409595549068948</id><published>2006-07-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:45:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>price of fish sticks keeps going up...</title><content type='html'>...because we are scraping the oceans so bare and polluting them so horribly that enormous underwater 'dead zones' (like the huge one right outside of San Diego, California) have taken over areas of our seas that used to be packed with ocean life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="storyPageHeader"&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="storyPageTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Offshore dead zones bedevil ecologists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="storyPageByline1"&gt;By Winston Ross&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="storyPageByline2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Register-Guard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="storyPagePubDate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Published: Thursday, July 27, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;form name="forward_story" action="http://www.registerguard.com/cgi-bin/birdcast.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="HTTP_REFERER" value="http://www.registerguard.com/news/2006/07/27/a1.deadzone.0727.p1.php?section=cityregion" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/form&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- give first paragraph a p tag --&gt; FLORENCE - Dying phytoplankton have once again sucked all the oxygen out of the water along a stretch of the Oregon Coast this summer, creating a hypoxic dead zone that kills any underwater marine life trapped in it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It is the fifth year in a row that researchers have spotted a dead zone in Oregon waters. And this year, it's bigger than ever, enveloping half of Washington state's coast as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...read the entire article &lt;a href="http://www.registerguard.com/news/2006/07/27/a1.deadzone.0727.p1.php?section=cityregion"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i've made significant progress in getting caught up with things; i've cleaned a hugely significant portion of my van, accomplished a huge deal of progress in my bedroom, the daily show and the colbert report have been my favorite daily tv shows, lucky louie on hbo this week was hilarious, innocent people are being bombed to death and injured horribly by bombs in Lebanon for bullshit reasons, making progress on the music/dj aspect of my life, talked to a couple ex-girlfriends in far away places, did laundry, helped my dad's friend's family with their computer three nights in a row, paid some bills, read a lot, and basically took it easy after the long weekend i had this past one up in Austin DJing for Chris &amp;amp; Ross' birthday parties (that was craaazy) (boobies! haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115409595549068948?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115409595549068948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115409595549068948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115409595549068948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115409595549068948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/price-of-fish-sticks-keeps-going-up.html' title='price of fish sticks keeps going up...'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115349449883153864</id><published>2006-07-21T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:08:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarity &amp; hilariousness</title><content type='html'>lastnight one of my best laughs was during the Colbert Report on Comedy Central, when Steven got a Congressman (Wexler, of the 19th district in Florida) to say "I like to do cocaine because it's fun to do." WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. (and then to say how he likes to mix cocaine with soliciting prostitutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, yeah, and that's just one of the times i laughed very hard. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115349449883153864?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115349449883153864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115349449883153864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115349449883153864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115349449883153864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/hilarity-hilariousness.html' title='hilarity &amp; hilariousness'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115334872690540905</id><published>2006-07-19T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:38:46.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daring to be understood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="littleCopy"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"modern consumers must be kept in a constant state of desire, and deterred from considering consequences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="littleCopy"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Modern technology promises fulfillment but delivers isolation, cocooning us from each other, from nature, from the consequences of our destructive, unsustainable ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="littleCopy"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;In 1968... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The !Kung Bushmen of the Kalahari spent only a few hours each day gathering food. The rest of the time they played, socialized or slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Abelam have a pretty sweet life. They have little sense of time and don’t distinguish between work and play. They just live. Their health is good and their life expectancy comparable to ours — minus, of course, artificial life support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“There’s not a heckuva lot that they have, but there’s not a heckuva lot that they need,” Scaglion says. And best of all, “It was really nice to live in a truly egalitarian society. … There’s nobody who can tell you what to do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115334872690540905?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115334872690540905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115334872690540905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115334872690540905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115334872690540905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/daring-to-be-understood_19.html' title='daring to be understood'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115334872381510252</id><published>2006-07-19T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:38:43.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daring to be understood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="littleCopy"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"modern consumers must be kept in a constant state of desire, and deterred from considering consequences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="littleCopy"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Modern technology promises fulfillment but delivers isolation, cocooning us from each other, from nature, from the consequences of our destructive, unsustainable ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="littleCopy"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;In 1968... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The !Kung Bushmen of the Kalahari spent only a few hours each day gathering food. The rest of the time they played, socialized or slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Abelam have a pretty sweet life. They have little sense of time and don’t distinguish between work and play. They just live. Their health is good and their life expectancy comparable to ours — minus, of course, artificial life support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“There’s not a heckuva lot that they have, but there’s not a heckuva lot that they need,” Scaglion says. And best of all, “It was really nice to live in a truly egalitarian society. … There’s nobody who can tell you what to do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;null class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/null&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115334872381510252?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115334872381510252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115334872381510252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115334872381510252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115334872381510252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/daring-to-be-understood.html' title='daring to be understood'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115324484572278006</id><published>2006-07-18T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:47:25.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, tuesday</title><content type='html'>a cute little gray cat just passed right by my office window from left to right while prancing right next to a 3-foot black &amp;amp; white garden snake that was surfing along the grass with its head raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115324484572278006?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115324484572278006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115324484572278006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115324484572278006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115324484572278006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-tuesday.html' title='ah, tuesday'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115288797719205681</id><published>2006-07-14T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:06:11.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going going back back to Cali Cali... ugh.</title><content type='html'>so i posted a bulletin to all my friends on myspace asking them to write me a quick note about what they're doing today, and my friend/former roommate wrote me back this morning about 10-15 minutes ago saying "I'M GOING GOING BACK BACK TO CALI CALI" because he lives in Delaware but his ex-wife and his kids are in our hometown of Santa Rosa, CA.  He also wrote that because those are famous lyrics from a song called "Going Back To Cali" by the Notorious B.I.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have a customized radio station for which i've rated 5,201 songs at this point...and "Going Back To Cali" by the Notorious B.I.G. came on about 8 minutes after I read &amp;amp; replied to the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this constant MCS shit is absolutely unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/launchcast/station.asp?u=1208079649"&gt;click here to visit the page for my radio station&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115288797719205681?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115288797719205681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115288797719205681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115288797719205681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115288797719205681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/going-going-back-back-to-cali-cali-ugh.html' title='Going going back back to Cali Cali... ugh.'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115285195566041944</id><published>2006-07-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:39:15.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>also, today a huge huge wasp landed on my nose, laying its huge legs over both of my nostrils and in fact reaching from cheek to cheek, and i freaked the fuck out in shock and shook it off and immediately apologized out loud in english in a way that was communicating to the wasp that i only made that violent movement because it was instinctual reaction, i didn't even have a chance to realize what was happening to me until after it happened, because it flew up from outside my periphery SUPER fast and landed SUPER fast, and took off SUPER fast when i shook it off in less than a split second after it landed on me. i believe i reacted by quickly telling it, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean for that to happen." i didn't experience any fear whatsoever, i figured after i said that right away after shaking it, it would understand and leave me alone, just like it did.  in any normal situation, it would have started stinging me, right? i mean i smacked it off my nose with a really hard shake that hit its body with my nose pretty hard, but still it was able to fly in less than a blink of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. it was a moment of simultaneity that was pretty fucking magically coincidental, and because i realized how cool it was as MCS, immediately, i was smiling about how perfect that was going to be to write down and tell friends about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carlos mencia is performing his best episode in the world right now. wow holy shit. totally amazing that i'm ripped for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it starts with a hilarious 2 or 3 minute skit that satired how the 1st and 2nd amendment were written that was the best skit i've ever seen him do. then he went off forever about how vacations are for chillin, and the wife came out with this list talking like, "we're gonna do this thing, then we're gonna see this thing, then we're gonna try this thing, then we'll go do this thing...and then we'll have lunch." "NO BITCH NOOOOOO!" he screamed in his one-man reenactment of the moment.  then he went on to how she tried to pull out the schedule of activities for the day after getting the EXPENSIVE room with a view in Hawaii ("come on honey, you deserve it, you work so hard"); and he said something like "Fuck no, bitch!!! Why the fuck did we get the room with the view? I'll tell you why, to enjoy the fucking view!  We paid for it, so we have to fucking UUUUUSE IIIIIT!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later there was a 4 minute rap video of carlos rapping AWESOMELY MEANINGFUL lyrics as a Saudi Arabian making fun of how rich he is.  (Saudi Arabia owns 7% of America's entire economy - basically 7% of everything in America.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW later in the show a badass lookin black dude in the nicest pimp suit came out and shot a guy being an office worker in a skit right in the fucking leg, at like 3 foot range, and the special effects looked &amp; sounded so real and the guy was fucking screaming so hard, over and over, for so long, while grabbing his leg after being shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ended the show rappin &amp;amp; thuggin: "welcome back/to the era of/mencia. that's what we/do/here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this blog is an hour long, i'm off to sleep. an hour lost to the idiot box. as least i was typing thru it, being creative and productive. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115285195566041944?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115284884147806046</id><published>2006-07-13T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:47:21.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, i'll do it...</title><content type='html'>...i'll share frequent incidences of MCS to back up what i wrote in an earlier entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of how fucking cool it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sat down to watch the daily show while being ripped out of my mind from spending earlier this evening with some friends, and owen wilson was completely ripped out of his mind for an interview with jon stewart in which jon was so upset at him being ripped for the interview, he asked owen "so at what point does this become sad?" ... he continued, "i think when you're age 60 is it's sad." blatantly referring to how ripped out of his mind owen was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've never experienced such a randomly perfect matching of how ripped i was, yet still able to be responsible and, for example, be home early and follow everything, as owen wilson handled the entire interview like a champion or a king would. i hated owen wilson until tonight. that was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est trop coïncident que nous avons fumé en la même soirée.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115284884147806046?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115284884147806046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115284884147806046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115284884147806046'/><link 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show on comedy central (that's not the one i'm going to focus on right now, though) or reruns of 'home improvement' with tim allen. i watched it when i was a little kid growing up, and it reminds me of a more simple time of life.  in fact, it's a more simple type of show.  anyway, today's episode was a christmas episode in which 2 of the 3 sons on the tv show (brad and randy, lol) got caught stealing money from the charity they were raising going around the neighborhood cold-hard-cash for. in the end they felt so guilty after returning the money and apologizing that they donated a bunch of their toys to the impoverished kids at the shelter, and overall it was a simple but good message, kind of a relaxing episode to watch, with a very nice amount of great humor mixed in, and even some random knowledge from wilson (the neighbor behind the fence). the point of all this is that never again will we see a tv show that fades to the message "Peace on Earth" AFTER the credits finished rolling, and shows the message for a good 10 seconds.  this culture/society has become more and more fucked even in the last ten years or so (however long it's been) since that tv show went off the air.  things just seem to get worse every day.  now we have not shows but entire TV channels whose idea/message/goal of "War on Earth" is supported and drilled into the viewer's mind aggressively, 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;pfft. I wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115283810062367734?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115283810062367734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115283810062367734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115283810062367734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115283810062367734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/peace-on-earth.html' title='Peace on Earth'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115271472607579498</id><published>2006-07-12T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:32:06.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magically Coincidental Simultaneity</title><content type='html'>so i've coined this term for a certain type of events that happen in our lives, and for me, they happen pretty much daily, if not many many times every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you an example of MCS that just now happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was responding to a girl who sent me a message on myspace trying to figure out why we don't know eachother because we share a whole bunch of mutual friends.  i was thinking about how just the other day i had a deja vu moment that i had absolutely positively experienced every single detail of before; weeks earlier in a dream, and so i was beginning to write about how perhaps we've met in a dream i've had which has yet to take place in reality (too cheesy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in the middle of writing this very particular thought, i was listening to my launch radio station, and this absolutely AMAZING song i'd never heard before came on, and so i dropped all those thoughts to find out what the hell i was listening to, so that it could be mine in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the artist was "Forest for the Trees" and the title (here's the amazing MCS part) was "Dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you understand magically coincidental simultaneity, now?&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't that make a great book title for a collection of people's MCS moments?&lt;br /&gt;it's a thought i'm pursuing slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115271472607579498?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115271472607579498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115271472607579498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115271472607579498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115271472607579498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/magically-coincidental-simultaneity.html' title='Magically Coincidental Simultaneity'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115263960082162898</id><published>2006-07-11T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:40:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy fucking shit</title><content type='html'>i just did the math, and America's national debt as of February 2006 would be a stack of 100 dollar bills 5,203 miles high, or a stack of 1 dollar bills 520,366 miles high. The distance from the Earth to the Moon (average) is 238,329 miles.  That's two stacks of dollar bills from where you're sitting to the motherfucking moon, and then a lot more.  And the richest 1% get another tax cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart people the mindless American drones seem to enjoy having in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT IN 2-0-oh fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115263960082162898?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115263960082162898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115263960082162898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115263960082162898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115263960082162898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/holy-fucking-shit.html' title='holy fucking shit'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115254442339122467</id><published>2006-07-10T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:13:43.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo!</title><content type='html'>Austin, TX&lt;br /&gt;all weekend long&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING parties&lt;br /&gt;amazing PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on Sunday afternoon i woke up in a vegetarian co-op household (two female friends of mine live there) to a keg of delicious ziegen bock, tons of close friends, &amp; a backyard swimming pool full of extremely gorgeous topless girls, who were flirting with me and giving me awesome hugs with their boobies and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i really say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just for the record, on Friday &amp;amp; Saturday i worked a few seminars &amp;amp; was involved in a trade show  @ the University of Texas over there with the educational products company I work full-time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastnight i saw Pirates of the Caribbean 2, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i fell and split my chin open, but it only hurts a little bit when i'm eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115254442339122467?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115254442339122467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115254442339122467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115254442339122467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115254442339122467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoo.html' title='whoo!'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115169885149279318</id><published>2006-06-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:20:51.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puppies, surgery, rock music, and suicide</title><content type='html'>the office dog, a gigantic 7-(49)-year-old rotweiler girl named "Whisky" just had surgery on her torn ACL in her left knee this week. she's back and wearing one of those huge satellite dishes around her neck to keep her from getting at the stitches, which look more like staples and go the entire length of her leg. it looks awful. anyway, i'm so happy she won't have to limp around anymore, and i'm glad it's more of a sports injury than a getting-old injury.  she always hangs out &amp; sleeps under my desk at my feet while i work the day away. i give her rides in my van to the post office every now and then, and sometimes i'll even take her on long trips into town. i don't think there'll be much more of that happening because she sometimes slobbers a bit too much in the heat, causing me to have to do extra work to keep my van clean. anyway, just figured i'd share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sunday i'll be seeing some of my favorite rock bands live, at my first ever warped tour.  most exciting is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Armor For Sleep&lt;/span&gt;, whose CD "what to do when you are dead" just absolutely pulverizes the competition. that's basically the reason i'm going, a lot of the other bands are ridiculous...however i will get a chance to see my hometown heroes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFI&lt;/span&gt; (who i never saw when they were kids in the same town as me, in california), also a band called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Autumn To Ashes&lt;/span&gt; whose only song i like is a fucking masterpiece titled "Short Stories with Tragic Endings"...and it's an old song, so i hope they are able to do it.  there's a lot of symphony instruments in the song. the rest of the mentionable bands' names are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Against Me!&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anti-Flag&lt;/span&gt;, From First To Last, Less Than Jake, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(whose songs "A-OK" and "Everything Is Alright" and "The Future Freaks Me Out" and "My Favorite Accident" are all actually for the most part pretty a-ok songs)&lt;/span&gt;, NOFX, Rise Against, Saves The Day, Senses Fail, The Academy Is.., The Casualties, and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some kid i vaguely knew named Billy (that many of my friends knew, and one of my girl friends dated for a long time) committed suicide two nights ago, and that's gay, not only because he had a lot going for him and was good looking, but also because the only people who are supposed to commit suicide are people i've never met before, so i can make the joke about how anything that gets traffic on the freeway going faster, i'm all for it. damn fools.  anyway, sorry to have to share this little tidbit but it had to be said. at least i don't know how Billy did it, as opposed to that other cool guy i knew named Ron, who got cancer for the second time (after beating it once thru chemotherapy before) and decided to hang himself about a year ago, but kinda screwed it up and hung there for 16 hours, then died in the hospital sometime not long thereafter. yeah, wow. people will always be people, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115169885149279318?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115169885149279318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115169885149279318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115169885149279318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115169885149279318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/06/puppies-surgery-rock-music-and-suicide.html' title='puppies, surgery, rock music, and suicide'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115153173851632028</id><published>2006-06-28T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:55:38.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frenetic</title><content type='html'>isn't it great when coffee, water, comfort, great music, and great food all combine on a beautiful day to light a fire up under your ass and keep you happily focused on being productive, responsible, or whatever you want to call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy at work and also lately i've been busy designing a website for someone who's paying me to do so in my free time, and i think it's actually going to turn out pretty well, even though i might be a day late on the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just wanted to share that, and now i'm going back into the mode. peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115153173851632028?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115153173851632028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115153173851632028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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doctor and cleaned most of the carpet in my house, and only spent about 20 bucks on the machine, and another 25 on the cleaning solutions.  i gotta tell you, that thing really does a fantastic job, and i still have a bunch of cleaning solution left over so whenever i decide to rent it again, i'll only have to spend like 18 bucks on renting the machine cuz i have enough cleaner to last at least another round.  and the thing about the rug doctor is it's actually fun to use, because you can only do like 4 or 5 minutes of cleaning at a time, so you don't get bored with it.  it took out some of the most awful carpet stains you can imagine... wine, ketchup, mixed drinks w/cola, grease, etc.  just be sure you treat the carpet's worst stains overnight with rug doctor special cleaners &amp; a brush of some kind before you actually rent a rug doctor to use on them.  i actually feel like a classy, responsible human being again! (and hopefully it will help this cough i have go away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115099278108507008?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115099278108507008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115099278108507008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115099278108507008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115099278108507008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/06/rug-doctor.html' title='rug doctor'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-115081425305071202</id><published>2006-06-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T09:00:36.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flying solo</title><content type='html'>saw "an inconvenient truth" (that movie roger ebert said "you owe it to yourself to see this" about [something he's never said about any movie before]) with friends on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJed a girl's high school graduation party on saturday...a bit too much mexican music for my taste, but at least we have a new DJ who got stuck with the majority of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went and saw rock bands Panic! At The Disco &amp; OK Go in Austin on Sunday, and all the girls i found myself surrounded by were watching &amp;amp; smiling at me singing at the top of my lungs while dancing all crazy like a sexy rockstar. still, i would have rather not been separated in the crowd from the 2 girls &amp;amp; 2 guys (close friends of mine) who i went with. it would have been much more worth my time to even be there if i had shared it with them. i was by far the most jammin person i could see in the crowd. i can sing those songs just like that guy, and sometimes i held the notes longer than he did. all of my clothes were covered in my own sweat for the remainder of the evening. at least i learned my lesson about the value of being with friends at concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-115081425305071202?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/115081425305071202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=115081425305071202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115081425305071202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/115081425305071202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/06/flying-solo.html' title='flying solo'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-114318406484532391</id><published>2006-03-23T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:14:03.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pride</title><content type='html'>the more you compassionately struggle to be truly aware about the horrible things happening all around you, and the more you actively work to spread that awareness in the hopes of making an impacting change, the more you can feel good value and a strong heaviness in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is not strength. we must pay attention. corporations are hiding seriously evil crimes from us. they are, clinically speaking, immoral psychopaths. they have no soul to save and no body to incarcerate. i want my loved ones to know what these psychopaths are doing, and to protect themselves from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in related news, i just learned that the Vice President's "rider" requires that when he walks into the room, the TV has to be on FOX News, or what i sometimes call 'asshole-America's favorite #1 channel of 24/7 deceptive propaganda, ignorant distraction &amp; harmful brainwashing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, yesterday, the major TV news networks spent hours and hours and hours and hours covering three simultaneous terrorist threats in Oakland, Pittsburgh, and the White House, which in the end turned out to be absolutely nothing.  just a 'delicious' taste of absolutely needless fear.  so much for ACTUAL news happening around the world...  sorry world, there's no money in your tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, 3 billion of us are in horrible poverty (that's about half of us) and half of those people are children... not to mention all the innocent women and children being violently maimed and murdered...and i won't even begin to describe the Hell-on-Earth situations this culture forces billions of animals to suffer miserably their entire lives through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hundreds of thousands of you have survived the relentless propaganda you've been subjected to...if you join the battle, not in your hundreds of thousands, but in your millions, you will be greeted joyously by the rest of the world, and you will see how beautiful it is to be gentle instead of brutal, safe instead of scared, befriended instead of isolated, loved instead of hated...yours is by no means a great nation, but you could be a great people.  history is giving you the chance. cease the time." --Arundhati Roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my advice is subscribe to The Alternative Press Review's email newsletter (www.altpr.org).&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing to read and maybe even better than their website itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what you think about the real world, the one beyond what corporations focus us on.&lt;br /&gt;we must resist what is happening if we can in any way, shape, or form. the best way is to learn and teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget to laugh and have fun, like (as you know if you know me) i always do.&lt;br /&gt;live 4 peace &amp;amp; love, my ninja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-114318406484532391?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/114318406484532391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=114318406484532391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114318406484532391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114318406484532391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/03/pride.html' title='pride'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-114258196448907741</id><published>2006-03-16T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:52:44.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the true meaning of life</title><content type='html'>value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-114258196448907741?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/114258196448907741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=114258196448907741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114258196448907741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114258196448907741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/03/true-meaning-of-life.html' title='the true meaning of life'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-114240246557396352</id><published>2006-03-14T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:01:05.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>imagining bliss</title><content type='html'>this morning i experienced the complex emotion of uncontrollable overjoyed laughter mixed with sadness.  i had been dreaming for what seemed a very long time about living a day in the life of being in a seriously fun, successful &amp; sexy relationship with two ideal girlfriends in the likenesses of britney spears and christina aguilera.  until you've wrestled around making out with the two of them fighting playfully over you on camera for the polygamous entertainment and education of millions of wrongfully-cultured people, i might have to say it's time to start plotting to make your wildest dreams come true, if only so that you might have some 'wildest' dreams similar to mine.  yeah, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-114240246557396352?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/114240246557396352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=114240246557396352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114240246557396352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114240246557396352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/03/imagining-bliss.html' title='imagining bliss'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-114163111665402516</id><published>2006-03-05T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:45:16.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>real time with bill maher</title><content type='html'>ladies and gentlemen, i just about died laughing again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the HBO tv show "Real Time" at least two wonderful things i feel obligated to share were spoken by the  host, Bill Maher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, he brought up the subject of George Bush's argument that we didn't expect terrorists to hijack and fly airplanes into the World Trade Center, that our military wasn't ready for such a possibility -- the way they put it was 'thought the oceans would keep us safe.'  on this topic, Bill essentially said "bullshit. even the stupidest Americans DEFINITELY knew that the terrorists had figured out BOATS and FLYING MACHINES." (that's paraphrasing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i wish more people with access to mass media would stand up and say this, as it blatantly &amp; obviously illustrates the government &amp;amp; military's secretive involvement in what happened to this country back in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, he talked about Anna Nicole Smith and her recently becoming a widow and having to fight her 89-year-old husband's son for inheritance at the U.S. Supreme Court.  about this, three great things were said:&lt;br /&gt;    - The Republicans are repealing the Estate Tax (a.k.a. the Death Tax).  I don't understand the Republicans on this.  They claim to be for low taxes, but they tax people so much during times in life when they really badly need the money!  If they're all about low taxes, shouldn't they be fighting to tax people at times when they DON'T need the money?  And then, isn't the Estate Tax is the best time to tax people?  You know, because of the fact they don't need the money... due to the fact that they're dead?&lt;br /&gt;    - The Republicans, who are all about hard-working, should support Anna here 100%. That guy's son is fighting her for his money in the Supreme Court, but he just sat around and waited for him to die, while she worked HARD for it. She took initiative. It's like Fear Factor, if you look like Anna, and you can have sex with an 89 year old man without vomiting, you deserve the prize money. Every night she slaved away on that man's tiny shriveled penis until little spurts of air came out...&lt;br /&gt;    - If you're a rich elderly oil tycoon, there's only two ways you wanna go out in life, getting blown by Anna Nicole Smith, or getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also mentionable is the fact that D.L. Hughley (comedian) was a guest of the show, and at one point said "If i hear one more motherfucking time about how George W. Bush is a man of faith, i'm going to have to kill myself."  Cheers, D.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this stuff i've written is paraphrased, as my memory to these things isn't quite word-for-word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-114163111665402516?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/114163111665402516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=114163111665402516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114163111665402516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114163111665402516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/03/real-time-with-bill-maher.html' title='real time with bill maher'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489056.post-114161991315276308</id><published>2006-03-05T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T02:27:01.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the academy awards</title><content type='html'>ladies and gentlemen, it's hard out here for a pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...by three 6 mafia just won BEST SONG at the oscars, right after performing it onstage, with an uncensored &amp; extensively repeated chorus that included the line "it's hard out here for a pimp, whole lotta bitches talkin shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was such a deliciously delightful metaphoric slap in the face to all families who practice overly anal-retentive religious lifestyles that it made me laugh very very loudly, just bursting at the seams with happiness.  i could practically feel the laughter rumbling with me in all of you similar minds watching across the country &amp;amp; the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23489056-114161991315276308?l=djdoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/feeds/114161991315276308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23489056&amp;postID=114161991315276308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114161991315276308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23489056/posts/default/114161991315276308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdoug.blogspot.com/2006/03/academy-awards.html' title='the academy awards'/><author><name>djdoug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13364723380343286081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://myspace-225.vo.llnwd.net/00839/52/24/839524225_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
