<?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-216848757373745252</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:56:22.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I found</title><subtitle type='html'>neat stuff i found on my way to the internet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-4507798545452326427</id><published>2010-08-08T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:02:18.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's gotta be pulling chicks like crazy...</title><content type='html'>With mad singing skills like this, this guy probably never sits in his room alone making videos, playing World of Warcraft or gets sweaty just thinking about talking to girls.  Probably.  I mean, look at that sweet moustache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://music.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=3441&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;       &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;       &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;       &lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://music.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=3441&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-4507798545452326427?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/4507798545452326427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=4507798545452326427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4507798545452326427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4507798545452326427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2010/08/hes-gotta-be-pulling-chicks-like-crazy.html' title='He&apos;s gotta be pulling chicks like crazy...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5874494407234812074</id><published>2010-08-08T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:56:29.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Known Fact...</title><content type='html'>This is actually how WWII ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/TF81930jQLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Lz8kq0llK04/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-08-08+at+3.50.00+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/TF81930jQLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Lz8kq0llK04/s400/Screen+shot+2010-08-08+at+3.50.00+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503176606742692018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5874494407234812074?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5874494407234812074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5874494407234812074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5874494407234812074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5874494407234812074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-known-fact.html' title='Little Known Fact...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/TF81930jQLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Lz8kq0llK04/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-08-08+at+3.50.00+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-2036075240921414787</id><published>2009-12-13T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:26:47.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the weirdest thing you've eaten?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/7gKn4P" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://bit.ly/7gKn4P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It would be awesome if the 4 people who actually read this blog leave a comment in answer to the title question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; What's the weirdest thing you've eaten?  That way we can all join the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;disgusting fun.  I know Mike Rogan is doing pretty well already with chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;covered scorpions.  What else you got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-2036075240921414787?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/2036075240921414787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=2036075240921414787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/2036075240921414787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/2036075240921414787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-weirdest-thing-youve-eaten.html' title='What&apos;s the weirdest thing you&apos;ve eaten?'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-4749647037037582635</id><published>2009-12-05T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:44:48.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world will never be the same...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I did it. I found the best beatboxer on the planet. Do not be fooled by his commonplace appearance. Your mind is about to be blown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="1520205" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="376" alt="Worst Beatboxer Ever Funny Videos" width="464" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12277"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9948"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://embed.break.com/MTUyMDIwNQ=="&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://embed.break.com/MTUyMDIwNQ=="&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/MTUyMDIwNQ==" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your face, Rahzel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-4749647037037582635?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/4749647037037582635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=4749647037037582635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4749647037037582635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4749647037037582635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-will-never-be-same.html' title='The world will never be the same...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-9205114468500035530</id><published>2009-07-30T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:22:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't Photoshop great?</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know I am in a degree program that is a mix of graphic arts, web design and printing.  I get to learn cool stuff that I really enjoy.  This wasn't a school project but I thought I would share it with you.  I learned some really cool techniques from a tutorial and turned this photo......&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SnIMq9eenSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h0c8hILujuE/s200/streetScene2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364364038348119330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into this......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SnIOkdW2L9I/AAAAAAAAAXg/gBsNCmmOIAE/s400/FloodScene.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364366125670215634" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't "draw" any of it.  It's basically a compilation of 12 different pics or so.  Just blended together so it looks relatively seamless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool, huh?  Well...at least I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-9205114468500035530?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/9205114468500035530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=9205114468500035530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/9205114468500035530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/9205114468500035530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/07/isnt-photoshop-great.html' title='Isn&apos;t Photoshop great?'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SnIMq9eenSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h0c8hILujuE/s72-c/streetScene2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5693849845230159491</id><published>2009-06-13T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:41:09.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DTv: is it really that big of a deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Okay, so I'm watching Conan O'Brien tonight and he mentions that today is the big day where all tv goes digital and analog is abandoned. I thought it was bad enough when the local news channels were having a countdown every day. At the end of each news cast they would tell you haw many more days until D(tv)-Day. Honestly, do they think they are going to lose that many viewers? It's like if limburger cheese suddenly disappeared and were never made again. Most people wouldn't care because it's gross and there are other chees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;es and the people who like limburger are few in number and stupid. That's the best analogy I could come up with. The limburger obviously represents analog tv and shows how small of a loss it is, for those who couldn't quite follow (if you got lost you most likely have an analog tv set). I'm quite confident in saying that those left in the digital dust with old analog sets are more than likely over the age of 75 and, lets face it, probably don't remember what they had for breakfast let alone remember to go buy a new-fangled converter box that one of their great-grandchildren will have to install for them. Don't get me wrong, I like old people just fine (some of them, anyways). But this demographic is less likely to have a new Samsung LCD in their living room. Instead, I envision a tv encased in wood, you know the kind. The kind where you have to get up and turn a dial to change the channel. Classic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;If you are currently unsure if you have successfully made the switch from analog to digital, I've included and easy to read flowchart from a favorite website of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 804px; height: 374px;" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/gizmodo/2009/06/dtv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5693849845230159491?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5693849845230159491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5693849845230159491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5693849845230159491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5693849845230159491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/06/dtv-is-it-really-that-big-of-deal_13.html' title='DTv: is it really that big of a deal?'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-3388809488428037617</id><published>2009-04-30T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:01:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I accidentally ate the sticker on my apple...</title><content type='html'>...man, I hope they don't make stickers out of Swine Flu.  Otherwise, I'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-3388809488428037617?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/3388809488428037617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=3388809488428037617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/3388809488428037617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/3388809488428037617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-accidentally-ate-sticker-on-my-apple.html' title='I accidentally ate the sticker on my apple...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5912302523295994326</id><published>2009-04-25T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:43:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be where ever this is happening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SfPmVih5HaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sSPCMf3cLsg/s1600-h/monkey+rodeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SfPmVih5HaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sSPCMf3cLsg/s400/monkey+rodeo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328856041830030754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is this magical place where animals ride other animals for entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5912302523295994326?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5912302523295994326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5912302523295994326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5912302523295994326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5912302523295994326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-be-where-ever-this-is.html' title='I want to be where ever this is happening...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SfPmVih5HaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sSPCMf3cLsg/s72-c/monkey+rodeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5158440032024176647</id><published>2009-04-17T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:50:33.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently Belgium is just one big musical...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://music.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1430&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started watching this I wasn't really that impressed because it was just a handful of people dancing...but then I continued to watch and was thoroughly impressed.  The whole time all I could think about were those lame/awesome dances they teach you at EFY.  Imagine if this happened somewhere you were.  Would you join in?  I totally would and then I'd totally ruin it because I life's not really a musical and I wouldn't instantly know the choreography.  If ony life were so simple/gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5158440032024176647?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5158440032024176647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5158440032024176647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5158440032024176647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5158440032024176647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/04/apparently-belgium-is-just-one-big.html' title='Apparently Belgium is just one big musical...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-1531818039859576714</id><published>2009-02-02T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:25:52.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna punch the economy in the face!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/660952"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/660952" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Great eTrade baby outtakes.  Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-1531818039859576714?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1531818039859576714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=1531818039859576714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/1531818039859576714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/1531818039859576714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-punch-economy-in-face.html' title='I wanna punch the economy in the face!!'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-8188691879038866109</id><published>2009-01-29T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:32:07.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case of Zombies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SYJOfVUIyUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/-vbeRUaPG4U/s1600-h/zombies-ahead-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296882411945642306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SYJOfVUIyUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/-vbeRUaPG4U/s400/zombies-ahead-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in Austin, TX hacked into these traffic signs with hilarious results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it will be real and there will be Nazi Zombies on the streets of Austin and no one will believe it because some nerd thought he'd play a joke on Texas DOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brains will be the first to be eaten, hackers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVK33H85GGI"&gt;Here's a news story on the incident.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-8188691879038866109?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8188691879038866109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=8188691879038866109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/8188691879038866109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/8188691879038866109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-case-of-zombies.html' title='In case of Zombies...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SYJOfVUIyUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/-vbeRUaPG4U/s72-c/zombies-ahead-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5881955775066123625</id><published>2009-01-25T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:12:17.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth of a New Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SXwebP25Q8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/QxwMogC3HsU/s1600-h/quad_guitar_front2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SXwebP25Q8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/QxwMogC3HsU/s400/quad_guitar_front2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295140715342939074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m pretty much addicted to wanting every guitar I see.  More often than not, the price is way more than I can afford or even imagine affording some day in the future.  So, since I can’t buy the guitars I want now, I figured I’d just build one that has feature I like from other guitars all combined into one less-expensive guitar.  So that’s what I’ve been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks I’ve been eBay-ing and Craig’s List-ing like an addict (more than usual anyways).  I’ve purchased a body (Stratocaster style) a loaded, pre-wired pick guard and a neck.  I think I have one or two small things to get but I can get those locally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the body I got is all black.  I already have an all black guitar and do not want another one.  So I’m going to paint it myself.  I’ll have to sand it down, prime it, paint it and lacquer the crap out if it so it’s nice and shiny.  What will it look like, you ask?  Well, so far I’ve only told Kristi and it’ll probably stay a secret until it’s nearing completion.  If you’re lucky I’ll change my mind and give you updates along the way but not sure yet.  As far as colors, it will include orange as the main color, which should make my sister happy.  I’m super excited about this project, as I’ve never “built” a guitar before.  Lucky for me though I have an uncle that knows a ton of handy guitar skills that I will most likely consult in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5881955775066123625?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5881955775066123625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5881955775066123625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5881955775066123625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5881955775066123625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/01/birth-of-new-guitar.html' title='Birth of a New Guitar'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SXwebP25Q8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/QxwMogC3HsU/s72-c/quad_guitar_front2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5565384300478043901</id><published>2009-01-20T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:30:48.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Button = Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="text-align: center type=" application="" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1128&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only difference is the way they age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5565384300478043901?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5565384300478043901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5565384300478043901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5565384300478043901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5565384300478043901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/01/benjamin-button-forrest-gump.html' title='Benjamin Button = Forrest Gump'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-8726678251867282163</id><published>2009-01-17T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:13:14.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An awful accident waiting to happen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2009/1/28%20Don't%20Eat%20Grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 462px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2009/1/28%20Don't%20Eat%20Grandma.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder what the shelf life  for refrigerated grandma is? Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-8726678251867282163?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8726678251867282163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=8726678251867282163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/8726678251867282163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/8726678251867282163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/01/awful-accident-waiting-to-happen.html' title='An awful accident waiting to happen...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-4099050633915897714</id><published>2009-01-09T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:30:14.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give you a million dollars...</title><content type='html'>...if you can tell me what the heck this is and how it came to look like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SWgWD4EE7QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Fv42aGw4wvI/s400/74+A+Piglet+with+a+Monkey+Face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289502018191551746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, yes, this is a real...thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-4099050633915897714?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/4099050633915897714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=4099050633915897714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4099050633915897714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4099050633915897714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-give-you-million-dollars.html' title='I&apos;ll give you a million dollars...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SWgWD4EE7QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Fv42aGw4wvI/s72-c/74+A+Piglet+with+a+Monkey+Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-6070401208840778860</id><published>2008-12-23T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:37:28.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joeydevilla.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/have_you_seen_this_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 455px; height: 646px;" src="http://www.joeydevilla.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/have_you_seen_this_cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-6070401208840778860?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6070401208840778860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=6070401208840778860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6070401208840778860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6070401208840778860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-6472658140411230197</id><published>2008-12-23T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:57:58.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNEW IT!!!</title><content type='html'>I knew there had to be some sort of connection!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SVHO-0H1aGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9eptYK1Dfk0/s400/darth+and+friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283231416421017698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In their defense, I know tons of Catholic people who are awesome.  Please don't think I'm that closed minded.  I'm just easily amused.  That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-6472658140411230197?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6472658140411230197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=6472658140411230197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6472658140411230197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6472658140411230197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-knew-it.html' title='I KNEW IT!!!'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SVHO-0H1aGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9eptYK1Dfk0/s72-c/darth+and+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-4996250509779970720</id><published>2008-11-15T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:41:30.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Malfunction</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=889&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog is like a train wreck. He's horrifying, but I can't look away. He's either the most adorable rabid puppy, or just a stupid ugly dog. I keep expecting him to explode but he won't. I wish he would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-4996250509779970720?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/4996250509779970720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=4996250509779970720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4996250509779970720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4996250509779970720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/11/dog-malfunction.html' title='Dog Malfunction'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-1464333510545482873</id><published>2008-10-28T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:51:39.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED: True Halloween Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 420px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/30%20This%20Is%20A%20Jack%20O%20Lantern.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because every holiday is a reason to make blatant references to Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;h3&gt;UPDATE&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, what was considered a "normal" Halloween a long time ago was pretty freakin' scary.  Behold the horrible proof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/73%20Scariest%20Vintage%20Clown%20Ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/73%20Scariest%20Vintage%20Clown%20Ever.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/65%20Vintage%20Group%20Costumes%20Sucked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 304px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/65%20Vintage%20Group%20Costumes%20Sucked.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 424px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/58%20Vintage%20Halloween%20Group%20Photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/30%20This%20Is%20A%20Jack%20O%20Lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/69%20Scariest%20Pic%20Ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 455px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/10/69%20Scariest%20Pic%20Ever.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I die a little inside every time I look at this picture.  Almost like it's eating my soul.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-1464333510545482873?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1464333510545482873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=1464333510545482873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/1464333510545482873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/1464333510545482873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-halloween-spirit.html' title='UPDATED: True Halloween Spirit'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-2041078801055925826</id><published>2008-10-18T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:34:08.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap!  That kid ate the Cuppy Cake girl!!!</title><content type='html'>If you've never seen the original "Cuppy Cake" video, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12Z6pWhM6TA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  If you're a girl, you'll find it utterly adorable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kid, however, looks like he devoured that little girl and stole her voice like Ursula in the Little Mermaid.  It's a little creepy but worth the 44 seconds it takes to watch.  Remember, that is not his voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYaelrmI06o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYaelrmI06o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-2041078801055925826?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/2041078801055925826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=2041078801055925826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/2041078801055925826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/2041078801055925826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-crap-that-kid-ate-cuppy-cake-girl.html' title='Holy Crap!  That kid ate the Cuppy Cake girl!!!'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-6809738857973513091</id><published>2008-08-14T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:03:52.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being "healthy" makes me want to vomit...</title><content type='html'>For the love of all that is holy, please do not go to &lt;a href="http://www.blessedherbs.com/bh/node/1863?s_cid=raw%20foodcontent_752_4_001&amp;amp;"&gt;this site.&lt;/a&gt;    Okay, I changed my mind, please go so I'm not the only person who has seen this "It's Gross and It's Mine!" colon cleansing contest recap.  Please don't ask me how I stumbled upon this mess.  Even if I remembered I wouldn't admit it but I for sure wasn't Googling "nasty poo snake in a vegetable steamer" but somehow that's what I got.  If you have ever cleansed or ever think about cleansing your colon please do not remove it from the bowl and take pictures of it.  If you must, call your roommate, wife or someone else in to look at it then dispatch of the filth.  No visual record need be kept for such a momentous accomplishment as an unusual bowel movement.  I swear it looks like these peoples intestines are shedding skin like the most disgusting snakes you've ever seen (or eaten).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sorry if you're just about to eat or, &lt;em&gt;heaven forbid&lt;/em&gt;,  were eating while reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-6809738857973513091?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6809738857973513091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=6809738857973513091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6809738857973513091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6809738857973513091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-healthy-makes-me-want-to-vomit.html' title='Being &quot;healthy&quot; makes me want to vomit...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-8537081930493035507</id><published>2008-08-13T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:51:50.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots!  Now with more rat brains!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, remember my post about &lt;a href="http://mkharris.blogspot.com/2008/05/monkeysbrain-controlrobots-end-of.html"&gt;monkeys controlling robots &lt;/a&gt;with their minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of crazy Brit scientists from Reading University have figured out how to literally give a robot a brain. Okay, so it's not a brain per se, but rather a neuron cocktail of electronic signals. But they are authentic rat brain neurons. Here's the scoop on the robot brain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is no ordinary robot control system - a plain old microchip connected&lt;br /&gt;to a circuit board. Instead, the controller nestles inside a small pot&lt;br /&gt;containing a pink broth of nutrients and antibiotics. Inside that pot, some&lt;br /&gt;300,000 rat neurons have made - and continue to make - connections with each&lt;br /&gt;other.&lt;br /&gt;As they do so, the disembodied neurons are communicating, sending&lt;br /&gt;electrical signals to one another just as they do in a living creature. We know&lt;br /&gt;this because the network of neurons is connected at the base of the pot to 80&lt;br /&gt;electrodes, and the voltages sparked by the neurons are displayed on a computer&lt;br /&gt;screen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-0eZytv6Qk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thee neuron-guided robots are now pros at "not bumping into things" thanks to their brain juice. Somewhere the is a rat missing 300,000 neurons and running into all sorts of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for science but let's stop giving animals control over robots. It's about time they started working on human powered robots. Although, I'm pretty sure that not many animals don't have aspirations of world domination or genocide. So, let's be sure to put the human test subject through a very thorough background check and psych evaluation because...you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5036715/robot-with-rat-brains-learns-to-avoid-obstacles-holy-crap-a-robot-with-a-rats-brain"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; via New Scientist via SlashDot]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-8537081930493035507?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8537081930493035507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=8537081930493035507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/8537081930493035507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/8537081930493035507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/08/robots-now-with-more-rat-brains.html' title='Robots!  Now with more rat brains!!!'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-3697479891738245285</id><published>2008-07-30T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:00:48.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason Why I Love Mr. T</title><content type='html'>So, when I was a little kid I wanted to be Mr. T. Never mind that I was 6 years old, scrawny and white. I had official, store-bought Mr. T jewelry that I wore proudly and I pitied the fool frequently.  I never had time for no Jibba Jabba.  I was listening to 98 KUPD on the radio today and heard mention that Mr. T had made a Snickers commercial that got yanked off the air in the UK. Watch the commercial…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hi4DEdUmA6A&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1109458/"&gt;Kirby Heyborne &lt;/a&gt;of LDS movie fame getting absolutely owned by none other than &lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/249644~The-A-Team-Posters.jpg"&gt;B.A. Baracus &lt;/a&gt;and his Snickers gatling gun. The reason this got &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2008/jul/29/advertising.television"&gt;pulled off the air &lt;/a&gt;in the UK is because a lot of gays thought Kirby was of their "persuasion" and saw it as Mr. T gunning down one of their own with chocolatey nougat confections. Oh, the Horror!!  I've watched the BBC, there's a lot worse things than Kirby Heyborne speedwalking and appearing fruity.&lt;br /&gt; Plus, we all know that he’s just a speed walker and it’s 100% impossible to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; look gay while speed walking. We also know it’s 100% hilarious when Mr. T drives through a friggin house just to shoot Kirby Heyborne with a barrage of Snickers bars.  &lt;br /&gt;Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you wondering about the origin of the Snickers gun…wonder no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sm6ZGQV4HjM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-3697479891738245285?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/3697479891738245285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=3697479891738245285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/3697479891738245285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/3697479891738245285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-reason-why-i-love-mr-t.html' title='Another Reason Why I Love Mr. T'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-4002158815699654535</id><published>2008-07-16T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:53.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cranberry of the Music Industry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you’ve never heard Brian Regan talk about cranberries getting into all the other juices, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBko_3wT44Q"&gt;go here first&lt;/a&gt;. This post should make a little more sense after you’ve watched. (It’s toward the end of the clip at about 3:40 but watch it all because it's awesome.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223758252202259330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SH6EdCcH84I/AAAAAAAAAOo/I5Vjrq8VDs0/s320/Photo_Timbaland_72RGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Timbaland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Those of you hip to the current music scene should already know where I’m going with this. Timbaland (born Timothy Z. Mosley) is a music producer and, from what I can tell, has to be in at least 75% of every song produced by him or pretty much anybody. I give him props for being a great producer. Heck, I’d let him produce my band’s CD (if we were well-known) but I can’t help but think he’d try to elbow his way into actually performing on at least a few tracks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Take One Republic’s “Apologize” for instance. I’m really not a fan of the song and I’m pretty sure it’s because of the intro. The song starts out soft and nice but then Timbaland, who produced the album, has to throw in his “Eh…Eh…Eh”. He couldn’t resist. I can only image what really happened. One Republic has been working hard recording and finishes up the song. They leave the studio and come back the next day to hear the final cut. Timbaland prefaces the song telling them he “added a little something extra” and that it’s “off the hook” or whatever. Timbaland hits play and the song starts just as they imagined it, then, all of a sudden, there’s some crappy voice saying “eh…eh….eh” that’s not supposed to be there. They stop playback and ask what that is. Timbaland proudly states, “That’s me, dawg! It’s pimp, right?” In their head they want to yell at him for completely ruining the beginning of a potentially good song. But fearing the wrath of their producer and jeopardizing their first major release, they tell him that it’s “dope” or whatever. What a price to pay. Of course this probably never happened but it’s how it all goes down in my head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I’m okay with Timbaland performing with some artists and I even really like it sometimes. Here are some examples of artists Timbaland has performed with that I’m okay with:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAT5ypTjKOI"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIM4DCn7AlE"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkYjooRcPxU"&gt;The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiG0UkUbgWE"&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/a&gt; (i still love this song!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are some artists he’s worked with and ended up on the album that I’m not okay with. He just doesn’t belong with these guys:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_3XRx8EnuI"&gt;One Republic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dn6kGzRSjhU"&gt;The Hives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwX0qJQS8Ws"&gt;Duran Duran&lt;/a&gt; (yes, &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; Duran Duran)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And here are a few names he’s slated to produce that you know he’ll screw up at least one song by “performing” with the artist/band:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2i3HBl4MvU8"&gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;/a&gt; (not that I really care)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yuAge-cT_U"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBisTAdEZYw"&gt;Chris Cornell&lt;/a&gt; (potentially huge train wreck or great album)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why don't you back off, Timbaland. "Why don't you take your sales trophy and have a vacation."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-4002158815699654535?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/4002158815699654535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=4002158815699654535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4002158815699654535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4002158815699654535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/07/cranberry-of-music-industry.html' title='The Cranberry of the Music Industry'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SH6EdCcH84I/AAAAAAAAAOo/I5Vjrq8VDs0/s72-c/Photo_Timbaland_72RGB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-7844515756881034866</id><published>2008-06-27T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:53.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give you $1000 not to throw up</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting at work watching commercials on TV (it's not as awesome as it sounds) and I just saw a commercial for a new game show. I'm torn between wanting to watch it because it's gross and not wanting to watch it because it's gross. The internal struggle is almost unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show airs on G4 on July 15 and is called Hurl! Hurl! is basically an eating contest and a not-throwing-up contest all conveniently rolled up into a 30-minute show. From what I gathered, those are the two basic parts. First: the eating. The only discernible food item I saw was a mountain of pot pies but there were other foods. Some were being ladled into mouths with others being drank. I imagine it's some type of time trial and whoever eats the most wins that portion but the most likely loses on the next portion: the spinning. After the "contestants" (read "idiots") have eaten their body weight in miscellaneous food items, they then get spun in a variety of spinny-things and I can only assume the last one to throw up wins. At first I thought maybe if you don't throw up you win but, lets face it, you can't eat 12 pot pies and not ralph. Even if you don't get spun around I'm pretty sure that's impossible. Also, to make sure the dizzied contestants stay "safe" (even though I'm pretty sure eating 20 pot pies is not considered safe) there are guys dressed in full hazmat gear: rubber suits and gas masks. I thought it was a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family (my mom's side) when we get together we talk about all kinds of stuff. We realized a long time ago that there are always three running themes in our conversations: peeing, pooping and throwing up. So, now you see why I have this dilemma to watch or not to watch. I'm not squeamish and I really don't get nauseous real easy so I could definitely stomach the show (pun intended, i guess).  It's just that i don't know how much would be enjoyable and how much would creep into being a little too much. It's a fine line when your televising gratuitous amounts of eating and vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, set you your DVR's for Hurl! on July 15th! You may also want to keep a bucket nearby just in case (especially if you have pot pies for dinner that night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the same commercial I saw right here: &lt;a href="http://my.break.com/content/view.aspx?ContentID=516942"&gt;HURL!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.break.com/content/view.aspx?ContentID=516942"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216725231665946018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGWH9XREHaI/AAAAAAAAANw/rIUWvTN4ZrA/s200/G4TV.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-7844515756881034866?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/7844515756881034866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=7844515756881034866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/7844515756881034866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/7844515756881034866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-give-you-1000-not-to-throw-up.html' title='I&apos;ll give you $1000 not to throw up'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGWH9XREHaI/AAAAAAAAANw/rIUWvTN4ZrA/s72-c/G4TV.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-3108352055253104690</id><published>2008-06-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I claim a do-over on my wedding reception...I found a better cake!</title><content type='html'>This is what every wedding, birthday, bar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mitzvah&lt;/span&gt; and any other special occasion cake should look like: &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216266277915160194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGPmivT7boI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XE7Z-9gsqag/s400/mario+cake+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; If you've played any Mario game, then you recognize most of what is on this magnificent creation. If you've never played a Mario game, then I weep for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few more sweet shots of the most triumphant cake ever! (see the whole set &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77724016@N00/sets/72157605369972957/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216267423484089202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGPnla42E3I/AAAAAAAAANI/J17ryg_nyQU/s400/mario+cake+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216267424632994546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGPnlfKw-vI/AAAAAAAAANA/IZIrTOp8fvk/s400/mario+cake+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-3108352055253104690?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/3108352055253104690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=3108352055253104690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/3108352055253104690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/3108352055253104690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-i-claim-do-over-on-my-wedding.html' title='Can I claim a do-over on my wedding reception...I found a better cake!'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGPmivT7boI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XE7Z-9gsqag/s72-c/mario+cake+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5024413269261871197</id><published>2008-06-25T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:54.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry but WT(bleep)!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the kind of random and off the wall crap I find in my free time on the internet. I'm not even going to post the video of it, just a link: &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5019656/dogs-head-being-kept-alive-via-machine"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the description via &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gizmodo.com"&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Soviet scientists in the mid-20th century keep the severed head of a dog alive via an "autojector," a primitive heart and lung machine. The dog reacts to sounds, opens its eyes, eats, licks its lips, and generally looks alive. The video has been debated by experts for years, but now you can be the judge thanks to the wonders/horrors of the internet."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5019656/dogs-head-being-kept-alive-via-machine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215973712853434434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGLcdNhngEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KkqMYKMurb4/s200/dog+head.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where or if I want to begin. Now, I'm not new to the internet and am fully aware that there are a few people out there that try to trick the rest of us internet-attendees (if this comes as a shock to you, please turn off your computer and place it gingerly into the garbage - it's better that way, for everyone). A few parts of this look pretty questionable (like the citric acid bottle) but otherwise it's a toss up. If it's real...dude, that's messed up. If it's not real...um...that's still pretty messed up. &lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt; it is real, it really makes you wonder if they could do this with &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; types of heads. &lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge for yourself but think of the possibilities: You could keep Grandma in her own little box and open it up when you wanted to see her. Sure she wouldn't be able to talk but she'd be a great listener. Ooh, maybe she'd even grant wishes like another disembodied-head-in-a-box I know...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215973872441582050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGLcmgCZYeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/F0jGDxZrgcA/s320/jambi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repeat after me, Mekka-lekka hi mekka hiney ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your wish is granted. Long live Jambi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or grandma, whatever the case may be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5024413269261871197?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5024413269261871197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5024413269261871197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5024413269261871197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5024413269261871197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sorry-but-wtbleep.html' title='I&apos;m sorry but WT(bleep)!!?'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SGLcdNhngEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KkqMYKMurb4/s72-c/dog+head.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-6342613357935975487</id><published>2008-06-20T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:53:02.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider-man and Batman: Street Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UcIzQN9y3ng&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UcIzQN9y3ng&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real live clip of the two super heroes administering a very real beat down to what appears to be a hobo or a cold-blooded criminal dressed as a hobo.  Those of you feeling bad for the hobo should calm down a bit.  Batman and Spider-man are expert heroes and don't just beat up anyone for no reason (they're not thugs, jeez!).  It makes me wonder what this bum did to incur the wrath of two of our greatest heroes.  Maybe he stole a purse or robbed a bank.  Maybe he was trying to mug somebody.  Who knows.  All I'm saying is that I don't need a reason. If Batman and Spider-man think he deserves it, I'm cool with that.  I trust their spider/bat judgement.  And I felt very privileged to see one of Batman's lesser known crime fighting moves: The Bat-Slap!  It's a little know fact that Batman rarely hits people with a closed fist.  Slaps are so much more humiliating and, let's face it, gay (for the &lt;em&gt;slapee&lt;/em&gt;, not the &lt;em&gt;slapper&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Batman and Spider-man for keeping our streets safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote of the day: "The police are on their way, Batman!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-6342613357935975487?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6342613357935975487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=6342613357935975487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6342613357935975487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6342613357935975487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/spider-man-and-batman-street-justice.html' title='Spider-man and Batman: Street Justice'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-4765527803757963041</id><published>2008-06-13T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:54.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the next moon mission...</title><content type='html'>Apparently NASA is manufacturing invisible space motorcycles to make travel on the moon not only easy...but making us look like "bad ass" astronauts!! In your face, China!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211478907471035122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SFLkdGpAevI/AAAAAAAAALY/d6Y1KYAMIWw/s400/nasa_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-4765527803757963041?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/4765527803757963041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=4765527803757963041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4765527803757963041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/4765527803757963041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-next-moon-missoin.html' title='For the next moon mission...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SFLkdGpAevI/AAAAAAAAALY/d6Y1KYAMIWw/s72-c/nasa_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5670312297901915318</id><published>2008-06-11T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:54.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me...</title><content type='html'>...or do the singer from Modest Mouse and Brak sound like they could be the same person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210730572572079794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SFA72R5tNrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/phe_5iaKY3U/s400/brak.modestmouse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5670312297901915318?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5670312297901915318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5670312297901915318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5670312297901915318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5670312297901915318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SFA72R5tNrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/phe_5iaKY3U/s72-c/brak.modestmouse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-5648123513620578928</id><published>2008-06-11T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:41:01.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW + JoAnn’s Fabric = An Awesome Cloth Car*</title><content type='html'>You heard me…cloth. BMW’s Head of Design, Chris Bangle, and his crack team set out to build the GINA Visionary Light Model six years ago. It’s only been revealed recently and is currently on display at the BMW Museum in Munich. Its name, GINA, is an acronym that stands for “Geometry and functions In 'N' Adaptations”. This basically means that they specifically built the car to change and adapt to certain situations or to change shape to the driver’s preference. Although this car actually runs and drives, it won’t see production, which is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car built of cloth may sound structurally unsound or completely unsafe but amazingly it’s neither. The structure and safety of cars come mostly from the frame, not the shell. The shell, or panels, are mainly for looks and to keep things (i.e. birds, bugs, hobos, etc.) from getting inside your fancy BMW. With this mentality, Bangle and his team set out to design a lightweight car that pushes the boundaries of what we think cars can be. A new line has been drawn in the sand. The GINA consists of only four panels and the rest is a polyurethane-coated Lycra that is stretched over an aluminum frame that can be altered by electric and hydraulic actuators. The fabric completely covers the tail lights but is opaque so the light is visible through the fabric. The headlights open up like your car is waking up. It’s kind of cool and creepy at the same time (“Dude, I think your car just winked at me.”) BMW Company officials had this to say in regards to not placing GINA into any type of production, "It is in the nature of such visions that they do not necessarily claim to be suitable for series production. Rather, they are intended to steer creativity and research into new directions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this idea. One of my goals in life is to own a BMW. It’s this direction in design that earns them the label ‘The Ultimate Driving Machine’. Check out the video below for more information and to see this shape-shifting car in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTYiEkQYhWY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, so you can’t get this fabric at JoAnn’s but you could totally decoupage some sweet paisleys or what-have-you to the outside. Huh…I guess you can do that with your car now…never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wired.com"&gt;Wired&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-5648123513620578928?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5648123513620578928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=5648123513620578928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5648123513620578928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/5648123513620578928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/bmw-joanns-fabric-awesome-cloth-car.html' title='BMW + JoAnn’s Fabric = An Awesome Cloth Car*'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-6880395897381510152</id><published>2008-06-09T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:25:04.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor sister...</title><content type='html'>She just lost her job at a medical staffing firm. They called it downsizing, I call it super gay. I'm the kinda guy that hates the fact that I have to give a two weeks notice but employers can fire you if you look at them wrong. Lame. So, I dedicate this video to my sister, Holly. I love you and wished you could freak out like this guy (or at least I hope you did in your head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eyHiqJ-n61Q&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta hand it to this lunatic; he did what most of us dream of doing everyday. Kudos to you, crazy guy. May you not get raped in whatever mental hospital they throw you in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-6880395897381510152?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6880395897381510152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=6880395897381510152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6880395897381510152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6880395897381510152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-poor-sister.html' title='My poor sister...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-3366802767535509301</id><published>2008-06-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:44:55.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever want to wash your hands in a urinal?</title><content type='html'>Well, a visionary man named Lee Isherwood, obviously taking a lead from dogs and unsupervised toddlers, has created a men’s urinal crossed with a sink. You can literally wash your hands while going pee. It gets better (if that’s even possible). Get a load of this visual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210022035286330066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SE23b-0zCtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jVSt9Mpm6Lk/s400/urinal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little basin at the top which has an infrared sensor that turns on the faucet. This is not new technology; but never has an auto faucet been married with a urinal. While washing your hands in the toilet the water runs out of the little basin and into the urinal portion acting as the flush mechanism. For those non-hand washers out there, not flushing just got added to your list of offenses. You make me feel dirty. I have to wash my hands now…oh look, a toilet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-3366802767535509301?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/3366802767535509301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=3366802767535509301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/3366802767535509301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/3366802767535509301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/ever-want-to-wash-your-hands-in-urinal.html' title='Ever want to wash your hands in a urinal?'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce7SSrZBbSk/SE23b-0zCtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jVSt9Mpm6Lk/s72-c/urinal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-8150034295741233613</id><published>2008-06-09T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:51:33.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon the butterflies...</title><content type='html'>So, I've been thinking about making my own blog for a while now and finally got around to it.  I have all these awesome visions in my head of what it will be like and they are all incredible.  But like most things in life, it probably won't translate well from my head to the web.  Oh well, I'm not the one reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was looking for a killer template for my blog I stumbled upon the template you see now.  I thought to myself, "That looks pretty BA, if I say so myself."  So i loaded it up and just now realized, a day later, that there are freaking butterflies up in the corner.  But they're BA butterflies so don't mess with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-8150034295741233613?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8150034295741233613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=8150034295741233613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/8150034295741233613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/8150034295741233613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/pardon-butterflies_2528.html' title='Pardon the butterflies...'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216848757373745252.post-6904018378188040308</id><published>2008-06-08T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:36:29.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is MY blog</title><content type='html'>deal with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216848757373745252-6904018378188040308?l=goldfixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6904018378188040308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216848757373745252&amp;postID=6904018378188040308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6904018378188040308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216848757373745252/posts/default/6904018378188040308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldfixe.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-this-is-my-blog.html' title='so this is MY blog'/><author><name>goldfixe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17854500529387714812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
