<?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-7335843485263998208</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:28:47.637-07:00</updated><category term='SMILEYS'/><category term='rant Conan O&apos;Brien Tonight Show'/><category term='completely random'/><title type='text'>I.A.N.S. : I Am Not Serious</title><subtitle type='html'>WORKING HOURS: Whenever I have absolutely nothing else to do (not likely) or I'm procrastinating (very likely).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-4347220310720022476</id><published>2010-03-11T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:26:18.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flobots..</title><content type='html'>They're so great. Rappers that really make you think. Plus boss instrumentals! What a concept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I haven't posted in a while. How's everyone doing? Me I'm pretty damn good. Track, Musical America, and all the school in between--life's been busy. But it's been kind of weird. I know I should be happy. Hell, I have a great life. Good family life, good school life, good extracurricular life. But for some reason...I haven't been genuinely happy for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm happy a lot of the time. But...I feel like haven't felt that euphoria happy--like that "my life is awesome I love everyone happy"--in quite a bit. I don't think I'm depressed. Depression is not my thing. But I do feel a bit...empty every now and then. Sort of like something is missing. Maybe it's just being so busy for these past weeks. Or lack of sleep. Bleh...I'm just blabbering on now. Perhaps some of you readers sort of get what I'm talking about. For the most part, life is awesome, and I'm pretty happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm excited because I'm going to get my new video camera soon! I got the Canon DC140 for my birthday. It was a beautiful standard quality camcorder. However, I didn't realize that I couldn't easily extract the files from the disk it records on. So, defeated in my indie film career, I returned the camera. However, it turned out the video camera I wanted for my birthday even more, the Sony HDR-CX100 was marked down 44% in price on Amazon! Yup, because Sony was releasing a new model of the HDR-CX100, the 110, they were having a clearance on them. So now I'm getting an HD camera with internal memory and flash memory. I'm super excited. Get a good external mic, tripod, and camera lense filters and I can start making some sweet videos.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feel like having band practice again...hopefully we will! Look for Red Bucket at a local venue near you coming soon. Well, that's all I have time for. Just a quick check in, a small ponderment (not a real word), now it's time to move on. Expect more blog posts to come, and maybe some video links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-4347220310720022476?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4347220310720022476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=4347220310720022476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/4347220310720022476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/4347220310720022476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2010/03/flobots.html' title='Flobots..'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-8022852803719300516</id><published>2010-01-28T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:46:12.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAM BABY CRAM!</title><content type='html'>No I'm not instituting a pornography into my blog. Later my friends. No, instead, I bring you news of this week's drought (in terms of blog posts that is). The reason behind all this is explained in simply two words: Semester Finals. But fear not, because the night is always darkest just before the dawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out this model for a public service announcement I made while being bored after finishing my Math Final. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S2JZ3aVPucI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rRVx7Y6FNbY/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S2JZ3aVPucI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rRVx7Y6FNbY/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432002909058349506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-8022852803719300516?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8022852803719300516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=8022852803719300516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8022852803719300516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8022852803719300516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/cram-baby-cram.html' title='CRAM BABY CRAM!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S2JZ3aVPucI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rRVx7Y6FNbY/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-4904441874176013647</id><published>2010-01-23T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:35:48.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant Conan O&apos;Brien Tonight Show'/><title type='text'>The Tonight Show with...</title><content type='html'>Nobody. What was once a cherished television show has now gone to the dogs. Jay Leno had his time. He had years of fun hosting one of the most watched late-night show. Conan O'Brien stepped up to the plate. It was rightfully his turn. Jay Leno didn't want to leave. Jay decided, "Hey, I'll have my own show at 10 o clock p.m.!" What happens when Mr. Leno doesn't want to quit? The Jay Leno Show gets horrible views which leads to people not watching the Tonight Show. And then what happens? NBC decides, well Jay can't be the problem. No, instead let's get rid of Conan at the 11:35 p.m. time slot, and move Jay back there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK NBC?! I thought you were one of the more decent networks! Why'd you dump Conan? You had one of the funniest comedians hosting one of the best late-night shows. Yes, Conan O'Brien has more of an acquired taste when it comes to comedy. But in all honesty, he's a much funnier comedian all around. Sure, he might be TOO zany, TOO energetic, TOO wild--but at least he was TOO MUCH of something rather than TOO LITTLE. Jay Leno is not as funny. He just appeals to the older folk, who have been with the Tonight Show for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it wasn't Conan's fault his views were that bad. First of all, Jay Leno didn't have the most spectacular views when he first started the Tonight Show either. It took Jay a year or two to start really kicking in the views. It takes time for a large fan base to build. Secondly, moving Jay Leno to the 10 o Clock time spot ruined some view opportunities for Conan. As less people watched Jay, less people stayed up late--meaning less views for Conan. If Conan O'Brien had simply had a little more time and a late-show that didn't have a 10 o clock Leno show in front of it--it could have gone far. Conan is a Harvard graduate. He has intelligent comedy with something to look forward to every evening. I have no doubt that if NBC had waited a little longer (even without pulling the plug on Jay) Conan could have soaked up views and started another golden age of the Tonight Show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to that crazy orange haired man who entertained millions and was wrongly brought to an end. Here's to you Conan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boston.com/ae/tv/blog/conan-o_brien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.boston.com/ae/tv/blog/conan-o_brien.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"All I ask of you, especially young people...is one thing. Please don't be cynical. I hate cynicism -- it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen. I'm telling you, amazing things will happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Conan O'Brien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-4904441874176013647?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4904441874176013647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=4904441874176013647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/4904441874176013647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/4904441874176013647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/tonight-show-with.html' title='The Tonight Show with...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-889481279604806201</id><published>2010-01-20T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:20:17.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To nerf or not to nerf...</title><content type='html'>...what kind of a question is THAT? Well today I have a short update as I have an enormous amount of homework. No, really, it's quite large. Don't worry, you didn't miss much today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well except a red bucket was ninja-placed into our locker by Michael who apparently now knows our combo. Luckily, it came in handy at Musical America rehearsals where instead of getting the drum set we were promised, we were demoted to banging on the red bucket. I am now convinced that red buckets are the single most useful things in the world. After that I came home. Guess what? MY RAIDER CAME IN THE MAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking: I envy this man. Well, maybe not, but in any case it certainly ups my arsenal in the ever growing population of Nerf gun fighters. Here are some pics to drool over: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1fjG3M4ohI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GQRIbu-7Xko/s1600-h/Photo01202104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1fjG3M4ohI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GQRIbu-7Xko/s320/Photo01202104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429057582855135762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raider in all it's glory &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1fjR3ya4NI/AAAAAAAAADA/EDGPOsZXE18/s1600-h/Photo01202105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1fjR3ya4NI/AAAAAAAAADA/EDGPOsZXE18/s320/Photo01202105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429057771991130322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recon with the Raider's Drum Clip = BADASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1fjiBu821I/AAAAAAAAADI/Ik701ZhKFAM/s1600-h/Photo01201752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1fjiBu821I/AAAAAAAAADI/Ik701ZhKFAM/s320/Photo01201752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429058049538841426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arsenal so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-889481279604806201?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/889481279604806201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=889481279604806201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/889481279604806201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/889481279604806201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-nerf-or-not-to-nerf.html' title='To nerf or not to nerf...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1fjG3M4ohI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GQRIbu-7Xko/s72-c/Photo01202104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-3533147262414266285</id><published>2010-01-19T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:37:23.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me !</title><content type='html'>(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro. Ah, got to appreciate the classics eh? But referring to the title, today was quite interesting. It started at about 4:43 AM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm and snug in my bed, I awoke to the sound of millions of tiny little fingers tapping on my window. My first thought was, "Fuck off fingers," but then I thought, "Holy Crap! Zombies!" Finally, shaking off the haze of sleepiness, I came to the conclusion that it was in fact, rain. A very large amount of rain to be exact, hammering on my poor window. So, I turned over to start to fall asleep again. A couple minutes later, I shifted again, to fall asleep, naturally. A half hour later, I did this for another time, only to meet the same result: no sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:20 AM. "This rain isn't going to outsmart me," I thought. So I tried putting the pillow on my head. It sound proofed, but was too uncomfortable. Oh yea, and humans need to breath, a quality that I was lacking the ability of when the pillow covered my face. I tried putting on my soundproofing headphones and listening to music. Well then I was even more awake, and I couldn't lie on my side. I tried switching rooms, but my parents were up by then and were making quite a ruckus. I even tried ear plugs, which seemed like they would work eventually--but by that time it was 6:10 AM. By the time I fell asleep, it would only gain me like 10 minutes of sleep. So, defeated, I decided to surf the web and take a shower before school--new experiences I had never tried before. Unfortunately, I was dead tired during the school day. Squeaky clean, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to recall some of the events that occurred today at school, as I wasn't very much awake for any of my classes. 1st period, Mr. D was saying something to a freshman girl he thought was clever for most of the time, 2nd period we did a pretty cool lab...I think, 3rd period I'm completely blanking (Geometry), 4th period we did more work in our packet, Lunch was yummy, 5th period I screwed around and accomplished (little) work, and 6th period was French. Nuff' said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool was the main attraction. Improv was a no-show as our captain didn't show up. So after (not) listening to Austin rant about how he had missed his ride, I walked over to the front of the school to wait for mine. That's when I heard it. I thought my stomach was growling. "Shut up, we'll be home soon," I thought. Boom. "Shut up stomach!" Roar crackle boom shaka laka. Now I was looking up at the sky and saw the forever-stretching mass of the mothership cloud. This mothership cloud wasn't looking for peace either. It wanted my ass Kentucky fried. The first strikes of lightning were little flashes in the distance. A couple minutes later, you could literally see God's wrath in full lightning bolt form above your head. I was wearing a metal watch! I was going to die in a burst of light! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless my Dad he showed up. I saw the little green Camry pulling up. I sprinted down the mushy hill and bolted up to the car. Boom shaka craka lakin. "Open the freaking car door!" That's when I noticed where my dad usually sits was an elderly old woman sitting next to what looked like her grand daughter. She looked at me like I had just stripped down naked and done the can can for her.  Embarrassed I pretended I was talking to someone else, then skulked back up the hill. Thankfully, a few minutes later I got into my father's car, just as the rain really started pelting, and the bolts really started hitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I love story posts. I think next time I'll do something a little different. What do you think Internet? I'll leave you with a picture: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1ZQCC6Xc_I/AAAAAAAAACw/emKih6M4WF4/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1ZQCC6Xc_I/AAAAAAAAACw/emKih6M4WF4/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428614396913349618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-3533147262414266285?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3533147262414266285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=3533147262414266285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/3533147262414266285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/3533147262414266285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/thunderbolt-and-lightning-very-very.html' title='Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me !'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1ZQCC6Xc_I/AAAAAAAAACw/emKih6M4WF4/s72-c/DSC01366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-5024384115340909647</id><published>2010-01-17T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:52:49.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.</title><content type='html'>Read Anthony's blog post on 48 hours http://ecbproject.blogspot.com/. Decided to one up him. Changed the fabric of time. Giraffes now rule the world. In robot form. Only I have the codes to shut them down. The only problem is those codes are posted on #21 of my list, which I have failed to include. Well, aim for the neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1QEoE0elCI/AAAAAAAAACo/5YzY_D6r2eo/s1600-h/ROBOGIRAFFE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1QEoE0elCI/AAAAAAAAACo/5YzY_D6r2eo/s320/ROBOGIRAFFE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427968537423418402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-5024384115340909647?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/5024384115340909647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=5024384115340909647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/5024384115340909647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/5024384115340909647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/22.html' title='22.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1QEoE0elCI/AAAAAAAAACo/5YzY_D6r2eo/s72-c/ROBOGIRAFFE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-838556407326714965</id><published>2010-01-17T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:02:48.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Let's see what I accomplished today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke Up at a reasonable time&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate&lt;br /&gt;3. Read my biography&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5. I didn't put a four did I? &lt;br /&gt;6. Questioned myself &lt;br /&gt;7. Read #6 &lt;br /&gt;8. Read #7&lt;br /&gt;9. OK I'm really bored! I didn't do anything today! You caught me dammit! &lt;br /&gt;10. Got to the double digits in my list &lt;br /&gt;11. Procrastinated from finishing my biography &lt;br /&gt;12. x 2 is 24 &lt;br /&gt;13. 24 is on tonight! Hooray! Wait I don't watch that show &lt;br /&gt;14. Gave up on the list...sigh&lt;br /&gt;15. Screw that. &lt;br /&gt;16. Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;17. Have the urge to reach 20 &lt;br /&gt;18. Um...brushed my teeth &lt;br /&gt;19. Didn't die. &lt;br /&gt;20. Reached twenty! HELL YA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's a three day weekend, otherwise I'd be really depressed with today. On a side note, the Blind Side is a pretty amazing story, and at one point the 49ers were a really good team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-838556407326714965?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/838556407326714965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=838556407326714965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/838556407326714965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/838556407326714965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-4172450898872933380</id><published>2010-01-14T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:08:49.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blows off dust* woah, look what I found in the attic!</title><content type='html'>June 7. Summer of 2009. That was the last time I posted on this blog. Guess what kids, it's winter of 2010. Where the hell have you been? More importantly, where the hell have I been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me explain. I was planning on having a grand old time spending late summer nights blogging my heart out, thinking of new sections to include in this blog. Then as the intellectual part of my brain deteriorated into a mush resembling oatmeal, I started to care less and less about blogging, and more about hanging out with my friends and going places. And being lazy. And sleeping. And...well you get the picture it was summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and now I'm in high school. Cross Country, Improv, and Youth Group to name some of the extracurricular that have already happened (the last one is still currently happening). As for Academics, things have been pretty good. Except for PE. And French. Oh, I could rant so much about French but I'll save that for a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's all old news. Let's talk about what's current right now: Nerf Guns, Chuck, and Astronaut Ice cream. I know a lot of people hate that dry freezed stuff, but it tastes so good! It's like flavored delicious butter melting in your mouth. Comes in cube form! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I posting now? Why bring back this dead project from the grave? Well for the same reason I created this thing in the first place. I'm supposed to be doing homework. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ian Salazar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-4172450898872933380?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4172450898872933380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=4172450898872933380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/4172450898872933380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/4172450898872933380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/blows-off-dust-woah-look-what-i-found.html' title='*blows off dust* woah, look what I found in the attic!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-548216492786375517</id><published>2009-06-07T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:57:02.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Church.</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, It's my most religious time of the day, CHURCH TIME!!! As long as fifteen people don't go up and try to sell me their religious groups--I mean enlighten me on religious opportunities, it should go fine. But that's another story. Come to think of it. There are a lot of stories I need to write down. All I can say is this, there's gonna be a lot to blog about in the summer. Previous stories I couldn't get to, present interesting stories, hot topics, band updates, and more. Expect big-bad-awesomeness in Summer-o-2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ian, signing off to you, in prayer form. Our father, who art in heaven...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-548216492786375517?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/548216492786375517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=548216492786375517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/548216492786375517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/548216492786375517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-for-church.html' title='Time for Church.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-1923961978225429347</id><published>2009-05-27T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:01:51.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMILEYS'/><title type='text'>My signiture smiley</title><content type='html'>It's taken me a while, but I have finally come up with my own signature smiley! I'll probably create one to represent me another time, but for now my epic smiley I will use as a signiture to all my notes will be:&lt;br /&gt;   _____&lt;br /&gt;/8^(&gt;&lt;)  \&lt;br /&gt;\ ^^^^^ /&lt;br /&gt; \ ^^^^ /&lt;br /&gt;  \ ^^^ /&lt;br /&gt;   \ ^^ /&lt;br /&gt;   /___\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, he's absolutely epic. I call him Krakken Fish. He may also be interpreted as a piranha. Krakken Fish, or Kish as I call him, will be my 100% creatively created by me smiley. In fact, I'm gonna put him at the end of this blog. I don't really have the time to chat, so until next time, buh bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   _____&lt;br /&gt;/8^(&gt;&lt;)  \&lt;br /&gt;\ ^^^^^ /&lt;br /&gt; \ ^^^^ /&lt;br /&gt;  \ ^^^ /&lt;br /&gt;   \ ^^ /&lt;br /&gt;   /___\  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ian Salazar :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-1923961978225429347?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/1923961978225429347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=1923961978225429347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/1923961978225429347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/1923961978225429347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-signiture-smiley.html' title='My signiture smiley'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-2483259308544875562</id><published>2009-05-19T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:44:43.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh...oh and sorry!</title><content type='html'>OK I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be doing homework, but PSH who does that? No seriously, I am sorry I've been neglecting the blog. I've been super busy with school and friends and my band. I have a ton of stuff I've wanted to blog about, but have lacked the time. Expect MANY blogging this weekend, as it is my time to catch up with me AND we will have had eighth grade day. Buckle up kids, we're about to RIDE (really lame line and great opportunity for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what she said!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-2483259308544875562?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2483259308544875562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=2483259308544875562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/2483259308544875562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/2483259308544875562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/shhhoh-and-sorry.html' title='Shhh...oh and sorry!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-617065630928465940</id><published>2009-05-12T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:45:18.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='completely random'/><title type='text'>Madlibs with Security Words</title><content type='html'>I know it sounds ridiculous, but I decided to copy a mad lib offline and fill it in with those security words you have to type in to post a comment. Here's the actual Mad Lib blank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;For a Limited Time Only!&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Hi, I'm &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I want to tell you all about the new &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you seen the new &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? It's fantastic! It will &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with no problems at all. To use the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all you need are a few &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, folks, it's that easy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tired of always having to &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Well, now you can relax and let the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do all the work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our customers love the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said, “After using the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'll never go back to using the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why bother?”  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is available at any store that also sells &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For a limited time, we are including a bonus &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with each &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that you purchase. That's right, folks. Buy the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and get the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; absolutely free! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are also running a contest. The next 100 people who buy a(n) &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be entered in a contest to win a lifetime supply of &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Visit your local &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and pick up the &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Act now, while supplies last!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can kind of see where the blanks are supposed to be. Now I've filled it out with the security words below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;For a Limited Time Only!&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Hi, I'm &lt;span class="entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chkativa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, and I want to tell you all about the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you seen the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt;? It's fantastic! It will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;holie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;lueuct&lt;/span&gt; with no problems at all. To use the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt;, all you need are a few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;rigre&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, folks, it's that easy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tired of always having to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;emodson&lt;/span&gt;? Well, now you can relax and let the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;walpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt; do all the work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our customers love the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;Stedings&lt;/span&gt; said, “After using the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt;, I'll never go back to using the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;regua&lt;/span&gt;. Why bother?”  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;walpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt; is available at any store that also sells &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;tracrag&lt;/span&gt;. For a limited time, we are including a bonus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;undat&lt;/span&gt; with each &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt; that you purchase. That's right, folks. Buy the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt; and get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;undat&lt;/span&gt; absolutely free! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are also running a contest. The next 100 people who buy a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt; will be entered in a contest to win a lifetime supply of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;amswor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Visit your local &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;Eseca&lt;/span&gt; and pick up the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt;mashba&lt;/span&gt;. Act now, while supplies last!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, adding those darn security words make the whole thing sound Latin. Stay tuned next time for more of my, "MAD LIBS WITH STRANGE SECURITY WORDS IN THEM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-617065630928465940?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/617065630928465940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=617065630928465940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/617065630928465940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/617065630928465940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/madlibs-with-security-words.html' title='Madlibs with Security Words'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-69199303840079421</id><published>2009-05-11T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:22:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I have the time...</title><content type='html'>I can write about the interesting things that happened today. Hm...where to begin...oh I know! Today I got about seventeen texts telling me OMG TOMORROW IS BLACK TEE SHIRT DAY WEAR IT AND WE WILL TOTALLY FOOL THE TEACHERS TEE HEE! That was slightly exaggerated the the meaning was the same. So I look at this and I'm about to throw my phone at the wall. I hate chain texts! They are sooooooo freaking annoying! So I decide HECK NO I'm not wearing no black tee-shirt, you idiots can't tell me what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the much anticipated black tee shirt day had about ten people attending. I laughed silently to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In core today we started the critically acclaimed book called Deathwatch. Critcis from the desk of Ms. Hoffacker call it "The educational thrill ride of the year!" Hoffacker post says "Two thumbs up! And you better damn pay attention this time! I don't want another My Brother Sam is Dead trainwreck!" Yeah so pretty much only Ms. Hoffacker says it's good. But you know I actually kind of like it myself too. It's about these two guys out in the desert hunting longhorns. One is a smart man who hunts for food, the other an egotistical maniac who shoots whatever moves. Lets just say pretty much everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;the longhorns get shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about ready to melt in PE but DeClerq gold team won! WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Science we watched a strange video about black holes and how if one even remotely touches our solar system we better get on the Chuck Norris hotline or we are freaking screwed. No seriously everyone just dies LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French was boring. Again. So much for a ho ho ho and a couple of croissants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked home. Then I sat down  and ate food. Then I blogged. Then I did homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK today was kind of boring. It's a Monday. What are you going to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-69199303840079421?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/69199303840079421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=69199303840079421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/69199303840079421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/69199303840079421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-that-i-have-time.html' title='Now that I have the time...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-8839552716088278155</id><published>2009-05-11T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:23:41.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies, Day Something till summer, and Go time.</title><content type='html'>So I have a few things I need to write about today. I guess I shall go in the order I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off I guess I kinda offended my friend Rachel today as I alienated her from her companions. AKA I basically made her look like a stalker. When did I do this? A couple days ago I posted a note talking about how she and her friends came in to use my bathroom. While this is considered not very normal among people, I found out the real reason they came in was to hear our band play music. After hearing this and many other requests to hear us play, I have decided that we have waited long enough for our friends to hear us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why at the next band practice we have, our band will decide a date for when we can play for all you listeners out there. I can't guarantee it will be super soon, but we will try our best. With that I apologize to Rachel and her friends. Apparently, my bathroom is quite popular as my friends Austin and Travis decided to use it yesterday. They just happened to be in the neighborhood--YEAH RIGHT! Bathroom moochers. Anyway just to let my friends know my bathroom isn't always available, so try to use your own please. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you an update on the progress of the band, I'll give you an inside scoop on what we're up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are currently working on our second complete song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many other songs in still in the works&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are rehearsing new covers such as http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbkZeOSPlgA&amp;amp;feature=related aka What I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are looking into other songs we want to cover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are in a heated debate on what our band name should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are looking at gig openings and thinking about programs we can do in the summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's the basic idea of what's going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a lot of you guys are probably wondering what the FLAGNAR happened to my 31 or whatever days till summer series. Well I am here to tell you that that will continue on through this blog. You can check what's up in my life by either checking this blog or checking my Facebook notes daily. Unless I think of something later, I think my procrastination time is over. Time to do some homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-8839552716088278155?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8839552716088278155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=8839552716088278155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8839552716088278155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8839552716088278155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/apologies-day-something-till-summer-and.html' title='Apologies, Day Something till summer, and Go time.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-4567842079359923949</id><published>2009-05-10T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:06:36.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my friend Devon, I now can have comments. Go ahead and post your thoughts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of mother's day, I decided to write a poem that reflected the long family walk we took in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tired legs ache as we trod the sidewalk in the sunny morning,&lt;br /&gt;I don't appreciate being up early,&lt;br /&gt;You say it's a family walk to appreciate mother nature,&lt;br /&gt;But I say I'm cranky and this is girly.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me to enjoy this spring walk and appreciate what we have,&lt;br /&gt;but how can appreciate having to get up early?&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate things in life like soda, friends, and video games,&lt;br /&gt;and you know this surely.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me to smile and at least pretend I'm happy because in a minute I'll be doing homework,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you at least I'll be sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me please get along with your sister,&lt;br /&gt;I kick her and you frown.&lt;br /&gt;She screams and says how much farther do we have to go?&lt;br /&gt;My older brother begins to tell her to be quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Dad chases my little sister,&lt;br /&gt;Our family walk becomes a riot.&lt;br /&gt;You yell at the top of your lungs,&lt;br /&gt;"STOP! This is my day to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;Ian stop arguing with your sister, Patrick please comply,&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen stop screaming, and Dad just why?&lt;br /&gt;This is my day to be happy&lt;br /&gt;Free from this and free from cooking!"&lt;br /&gt;We all become quiet from the way she is looking&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we hear a bird chirping away in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;The sun on the hills, the neighborhood just waking up,&lt;br /&gt;As we gaze at our city under a blanket of trees,&lt;br /&gt;We realize the beauty of life and the nonsense of fighting,&lt;br /&gt;The anger washes away,&lt;br /&gt;The angry faces disappear,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly the only thing left is our family right here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-4567842079359923949?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4567842079359923949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=4567842079359923949' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/4567842079359923949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/4567842079359923949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-1766984260228185985</id><published>2009-05-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:17:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WORKS!</title><content type='html'>Ok ok my blog works again. Check out the new theme. I put a poll at the bottom. Go ahead and put your thoughts in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-1766984260228185985?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/1766984260228185985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=1766984260228185985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/1766984260228185985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/1766984260228185985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-works.html' title='IT WORKS!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-8526126701244139020</id><published>2009-05-10T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:34:49.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Blog seems to be screwing up. Strange.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-8526126701244139020?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8526126701244139020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=8526126701244139020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8526126701244139020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8526126701244139020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-8011692603918017614</id><published>2009-05-09T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:46:22.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I left my computer up. So when I opened to an already in progress new post and posted it, it posted at four pm instead of now. Haha stupid technology...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-8011692603918017614?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8011692603918017614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=8011692603918017614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8011692603918017614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8011692603918017614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/whoops.html' title='Whoops'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-834607207607153431</id><published>2009-05-09T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:43:55.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm off to go see Star Trek. Farewell my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-834607207607153431?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/834607207607153431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=834607207607153431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/834607207607153431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/834607207607153431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-5412247915978188000</id><published>2009-05-09T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:39:15.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 DAYS LEFT</title><content type='html'>Continuing with my much loved series, I come to the first Saturday of my blog. It feels great. Well, sort of. See, I had to do a lot of homework today. I did not  get a lot done. Anyway, a crappy beginning was followed by an awesome ending. I decided, "Hey, I wanna do something this evening! I know, Star Trek looks pretty cool, so I'll go see that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call up my buddy Austin and he's all like, "Wanna see Wolverine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HA!" I laughed, "Wolverine looks OK but Star Trek looks AMAZALING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "Oh, well I didn't know you wanted to see that, but now that I do, I'm pumped and ready to see it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after wasting three texts, we went to the theater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw the preview for Star Trek, I was like, "Dude! This movie looks heck of cool! But Star Trek is so....nerdy...." Well  after reading highly positive reviews, I threw all my assumptions aside of the movie and saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We panicked because Star Trek was DA BIG THING! The movie theater was going to be packed! NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the movie wasn't happiness. It was euphoria. Everything about it was amazing. The beautiful screenplay, the intense and hardcore action, the mind boggling plot. I have never seen a Star Trek episode in my life, but now I'm hooked. In my opinion, this was the best movie of the year. I wanna go see it again. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the screenplay, we saw the wonderful new ANIMATED adds! As if those boring still ads weren't bad enough, now I get to watch an animated person advertising something to annoying elevator music. The sad part is half the ads were about advertising your business on the big screen. For instance, this balding man starts talking on the screen, telling us all about needing to advertise. It's really quiet except for his monotonous voice, when all of a sudden this loud man behind us goes, "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GUY?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a fun event. The movie was fantastic, and I highly recommend it. In fact, don't see Wolverine. See Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ian, being beamed down by Scotty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-5412247915978188000?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/5412247915978188000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=5412247915978188000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/5412247915978188000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/5412247915978188000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/32-days-left.html' title='32 DAYS LEFT'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335843485263998208.post-8597784052229638438</id><published>2009-05-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:19:40.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start blogging until summer taking after an idea from my friend Anthony. Well turns out after that my good friend Austin and Justin decided to do this too. So now I kind of look like a copy cat. Eh, whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided (from advice) that it would just be easier to link this blog to my notes on Facebook instead of constantly writing new notes. So, with my new blog created, I am bravely venturing into the fields of everyday writing. I hope you enjoy I.A.N.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335843485263998208-8597784052229638438?l=100percentsalazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8597784052229638438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335843485263998208&amp;postID=8597784052229638438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8597784052229638438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335843485263998208/posts/default/8597784052229638438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100percentsalazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome.html' title='WELCOME'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09908008059080883292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfEs8UVgoaY/S1P6ckQ6cgI/AAAAAAAAACE/WkttpnQSYd8/S220/LOLWUT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
