<?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-4466789430382237649</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:58:30.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ted Mustard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-3125768630113753159</id><published>2009-08-07T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:17:59.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zendikar Speculations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="postbody"&gt;Mox Amethyst  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana3.gif" alt=":3:" title="3 Mana Cost" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artifact (R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delve (You may exile any number of cards from your graveyard as you cast this spell. It costs 1 less to cast for each card exiled this way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/tap.gif" alt=":tap:" title="Tap '" /&gt; : Add one mana of any color to your mana pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illus. Alan Pollack&lt;br /&gt;213/249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple Barkandz  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana3.gif" alt=":3:" title="3 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manar.gif" alt=":r:" title="Red Mana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creature - Human Spellshaper (U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manar.gif" alt=":r:" title="Red Mana" /&gt; , &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/tap.gif" alt=":tap:" title="Tap '" /&gt;  , Exile three red cards from your graveyard: Temple Barkandz deals 3 damage to target creature or player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple's most experienced guards are able to harness magic from scroll fragments that other mages would disregard as useless scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illus. Eric Deschamps&lt;br /&gt;150/249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperial Historian  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana3.gif" alt=":3:" title="3 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manau.gif" alt=":u:" title="Blue Mana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creature – Human Spellshaper (U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manau.gif" alt=":u:" title="Blue Mana" /&gt; , &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/tap.gif" alt=":tap:" title="Tap '" /&gt; , Exile three blue cards from your graveyard: Draw three cards, then put two cards from your hand on top of your library in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To prepare for our future, we must first examine our past.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illus. Matt Stewart&lt;br /&gt;46/249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispel  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manau.gif" alt=":u:" title="Blue Mana" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manau.gif" alt=":u:" title="Blue Mana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway -  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana2.gif" alt=":2:" title="2 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manaw.gif" alt=":w:" title="White Mana" /&gt;  (You may pay  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana2.gif" alt=":2:" title="2 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manaw.gif" alt=":w:" title="White Mana" /&gt;  rather than pay this card's mana cost.)&lt;br /&gt;Counter target spell unless its controller pays  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana3.gif" alt=":3:" title="3 Mana Cost" /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illus. David Palumbo&lt;br /&gt;42/249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obelisk Watchers  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana3.gif" alt=":3:" title="3 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manaw.gif" alt=":w:" title="White Mana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creature – Bird Wizard (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway –  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana1.gif" alt=":1:" title="1 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manau.gif" alt=":u:" title="Blue Mana" /&gt; , Return an artifact you control to its owner's hand (You may pay  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana1.gif" alt=":1:" title="1 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manau.gif" alt=":u:" title="Blue Mana" /&gt;  and return an artifact you control to its owner's hand rather than pay this card's mana cost.)&lt;br /&gt;Flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scholars dedicate their lives to the study of the Obelisks, but occasionally a shiny bauble will draw their attention as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illus. Todd Lockwood&lt;br /&gt;16/249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline Rush  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana1.gif" alt=":1:" title="1 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manag.gif" alt=":g:" title="Green Mana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway – Exile a green card from your hand (You may exile a green card from your hand rather than pay this card's mana cost.)&lt;br /&gt;Target creature gets +3/+3 until end of turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsalan’s muscles surged with unexpected strength at the discovery of his would-be assassin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illus. Izzy&lt;br /&gt;153/249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiteful Sepoy  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manaw.gif" alt=":w:" title="White Mana" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manaw.gif" alt=":w:" title="White Mana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creature – Human Warrior (U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway –  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana3.gif" alt=":3:" title="3 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manar.gif" alt=":r:" title="Red Mana" /&gt;  (You may pay 3r rather than pay this card's mana cost.)&lt;br /&gt;First strike&lt;br /&gt;If the sway cost was paid, Spiteful Sepoy enters the battlefield with haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The better the pay, the harder he fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illus. Jason Chan&lt;br /&gt;34/249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodthirsty Azhi  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana5.gif" alt=":5:" title="5 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manar.gif" alt=":r:" title="Red Mana" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manar.gif" alt=":r:" title="Red Mana" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manar.gif" alt=":r:" title="Red Mana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creature – Dragon (M)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway –  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/mana3.gif" alt=":3:" title="3 Mana Cost" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manab.gif" alt=":B:" title="Black Mana" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://gatheringmagic.com/Forum/images/smilies/manab.gif" alt=":B:" title="Black Mana" /&gt; , Sacrifice three creatures (You may pay 3bb and sacrifice three creatures rather than pay this card's mana cost.)&lt;br /&gt;Flying&lt;br /&gt;: Bloodthirsty Azhi deals 10 damage to target creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mana on this plane is wondrously strange, allowing me control over magic and beings I never thought possible."&lt;br /&gt;-Sorin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illus. Paul Bonner&lt;br /&gt;117/249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Confirmation on these... just found on the Gleemax forum.. and everyone is talking about them.. discuss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466789430382237649-3125768630113753159?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3125768630113753159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=3125768630113753159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/3125768630113753159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/3125768630113753159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2009/08/zendikar-speculations.html' title='Zendikar Speculations'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-525548824905867648</id><published>2009-03-17T13:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:57:28.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chimaira on Twitter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img src='http://censoredmetal.com/WP/wp-content/uploads/chimaira-infection-298x300.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;My favorite Metal band is officially on &lt;a href='http://www.twitter.com/chimairaband'&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;! Check them out at http://www.twitter.com/chimairaband. I got a sweet preview/advance track that I'm sure I wasn't supposed to, but all the more reason to pay close attention.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=050aac20-6948-4b48-a9a5-7df68793a437' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&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/4466789430382237649-525548824905867648?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/525548824905867648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=525548824905867648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/525548824905867648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/525548824905867648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2009/03/chimaira-on-twitter.html' title='Chimaira on Twitter!'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-3987154155195317851</id><published>2008-10-01T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:01:52.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BitTorrent Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img src='http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/movie_screw/vod6.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;' alt='Image courtesy of www.cracked.com'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;I don't even have anything to say, but this image was too awesome not to post.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&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/4466789430382237649-3987154155195317851?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3987154155195317851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=3987154155195317851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/3987154155195317851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/3987154155195317851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/10/bittorrent-rocks.html' title='BitTorrent Rocks!'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-2978795983233128689</id><published>2008-09-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:06:05.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Jack Thompson will soon be up to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gucomics.com/comics/2005/gu_20051109.jpg" title="Image courtesy of www.gucomics.com" alt="Image courtesy of www.gucomics.com" width="300" height="465" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;This: &lt;a href="http://kotaku.com/5054772/jack-thompson-disbarred"&gt;http://kotaku.com/5054772/jack-thompson-disbarred&lt;/a&gt; has made me laugh all day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466789430382237649-2978795983233128689?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2978795983233128689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=2978795983233128689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/2978795983233128689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/2978795983233128689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-jack-thompson-will-soon-be-up-to.html' title='What Jack Thompson will soon be up to'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-6425979123783980886</id><published>2008-08-26T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:32:28.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain Says "Fuck You, I'm an anteater!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='center' alt='Image courtesy of Huffingtonpost.com'&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gen/35882/thumbs/s-LENO-MCCAIN-large.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;John McCain apparently doesn't care how rich he is. He also doesn't give a shit that it matters to other people. So when he is asked a direct question that any idiot could answer, he offers a distraction instead. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"How many houses do you own John McCain?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I WAS A PRISONER OF WAR!!!!!!!!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"What? That's not a number."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I SUFFERED FOR A LONG TIME."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"That really doesn't have a bearing on how many houses you need or should own. And, it's just a simple question."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHDEMOCRATS ARE STUPID."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&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/4466789430382237649-6425979123783980886?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6425979123783980886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=6425979123783980886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/6425979123783980886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/6425979123783980886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/08/mccain-says-you-i-anteater.html' title='McCain Says &amp;quot;Fuck You, I&amp;#39;m an anteater!&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-1482083960677327847</id><published>2008-07-27T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:32:33.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beef is in the Fridge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img height='346' width='252' src='http://www.etonline.com/photo/2007/11/34584/400_slabeouf_mugshot_071105_.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;' alt='Image courtesy of www.etonline.com'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;That's all I really had to say.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&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/4466789430382237649-1482083960677327847?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1482083960677327847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=1482083960677327847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/1482083960677327847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/1482083960677327847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/beef-is-in-fridge.html' title='The Beef is in the Fridge!'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-9109270009408725577</id><published>2008-07-17T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:06:48.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 4 Bad Ass Video Game Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img height='309' width='143' src='http://www.hlfallout.net/images/content/characters/full/freeman_full.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;' alt='Image courtesy of hlfallout.net'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Gordon Freeman (Half-Life Series)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Gordon Freeman is just your average MIT graduate with a degree in theoretical physics with a boring job at a top-secret defense facility. Until one day, he opens a portal to a different dimension and lets hundreds of thousands of aliens free on this world. While the other scientists cower and hide, Gordon Freeman says, "Fuck, now I've gotta kill all these damn aliens." And then he does. Bad Ass Rating: 7&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img height='166' width='194' src='http://www.armchairempire.com/images/feature-articles/Weekly-Top-10/pub-crawl/guybrush-threepwood-monkey-island.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Guybrush Threepwood (Monkey Island Series)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Pirates are an undesirable bunch on good days, and murderous thieving wretches on their worse days. Guybrush Threepwood is a typical boy living in the Caribbean who wants to become a pirate. He gathers up some random criminals and becomes a pirate. Then he fights the most legendary pirate in the area. When said legendary pirate comes back as a zombie, Guybrush defeats him again. And when the pirate comes back as a Zombie Ghost too. When he's done fighting pirates, zombies and zombie ghosts, Guybrush has the hottest chick in the Caribbean to go home to. Just Awesome. Bad Ass Rating: 8&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img height='166' width='335' src='http://www.jefklak.com/wiki/uploads/Guides/KeenIV.png' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Commander Keen&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Commander Keen is an 8 year old kid who builds a SPACESHIP in his BACKYARD. After flying to Mars in his spaceship, he proceeds to blast every alien he can find to repair his spaceship. Then he blasts every alien on his way back to earth. When said aliens have taken Earth hostage, he slaughters all of them as well. Clearly, Commander Keen is not someone to screw around with. Also notable for having an incredible IQ and being the grandson of BJ Blazkowicz of Wolfenstein fame. Bad Ass Rating: 9&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img height='244' width='205' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4TupfoQp4SU/Rhl5i-6VyKI/AAAAAAAAAos/vI0VXkufjtw/Gerald+Brom+-+Diablo+II.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;' alt='Image courtesy of lh6.ggpht.com'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. The Traveler (Diablo 1 and 2)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Here's a guy who just can't get enough demon killing. Regular adventuring just isn't enough for him, so he goes to the town where the demonic shit has been happening. He's the dark ages equivalent of the extreme sports guy. He spends days going deeper and deeper underground, killing monster after demon after monster. Then, he gets to the devil and kills him, leaving him trapped in a rock. After all of this, the Traveler thinks, "Well, can't just leave the devil laying about like this..." and proceeds to shove the soul stone INTO HIS FOREHEAD. Just wow. The soul stone ends up driving the traveler mad and turns him into Diablo, but it took a long time. A lot longer than a normal person I'm sure. Bad Ass Rating: 11&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4466789430382237649-9109270009408725577?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/9109270009408725577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=9109270009408725577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/9109270009408725577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/9109270009408725577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-4-bad-ass-video-game-characters.html' title='Top 4 Bad Ass Video Game Characters'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4TupfoQp4SU/Rhl5i-6VyKI/AAAAAAAAAos/vI0VXkufjtw/s72-c/Gerald+Brom+-+Diablo+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-9168934749991892283</id><published>2008-07-16T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:16:01.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh of the Week: The Andromeda Strain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img height='235' width='180' src='http://topherlytle.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/benjamin-bratt-picture-1.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Image courtesy of topherlyte.wordpress.com&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;A remake of the 70s screen adaptation of the classic sci-fi novel &lt;u&gt;The Andromeda Strain&lt;/u&gt; appeared on A&amp;amp;E. I've read the book a couple of times, and I loved the movie. I was a little excited to see how they'd modernize the story. Low expectations and good source material prepared me for a decent viewing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;WRONG. The genius who wrote the teleplay decided to modernize the script so the current audience could relate to the problems in the film. Who is not going to relate to a virus that kills every fucking thing that touches it? We don't need conspiracy theory, racial tension or romantic subplots. The book and the original film do a fantastic job of a team of people working together to find a solution and struggling to make the right decisions. The new miniseries just doesn't work for me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For those unfamiliar with the story, this miniseries will do a fine job of providing high B-movie quality entertainment. Otherwise, it's just okay. &lt;b&gt;Rated: Meh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&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/4466789430382237649-9168934749991892283?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/9168934749991892283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=9168934749991892283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/9168934749991892283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/9168934749991892283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/meh-of-week-andromeda-strain.html' title='Meh of the Week: The Andromeda Strain'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-9159704204444893046</id><published>2008-07-15T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:54:36.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. YES. YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.scribefire.com/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:WdXIj08VFxHIXM:http://postalheaven.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/scribefire.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Finally. Scribefire doesn't suck anymore. I can now post without actually leaving the site I want to blog about. Full of win.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-9159704204444893046?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/9159704204444893046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=9159704204444893046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/9159704204444893046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/9159704204444893046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-yes-yes.html' title='Yes. YES. YES!'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-466554411904107819</id><published>2008-05-30T14:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:55:30.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Gladiators gets Hotter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;img width='300' height='400' alt='Image courtesy of nbc.com' src='http://www.nbc.com/American_Gladiators/images/photos/scet/1481/crush_001.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='left'&gt;I found a pleasant surprise in my inbox today. My&lt;br /&gt;favorite American Gladiator, Crush, has been busy. First, I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;she was a MMA fighter. HOT. Also she’s going to be in a &lt;a href='http://kotaku.com/5011883/red-alert-3-features-woman-who-could-easily-kill-you'&gt;video game&lt;/a&gt;, ala Kari Wuhrer. Sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-466554411904107819?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/466554411904107819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=466554411904107819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/466554411904107819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/466554411904107819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-gladiators-gets-hotter.html' title='American Gladiators gets Hotter?'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-5142617227862581566</id><published>2008-05-30T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:55:15.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I guess that’s true…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;img width='226' height='98' alt='Image courtesy of wired.com' src='http://blog.wired.com/photos/uncategorized/fedora.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reading &lt;a href='http://blog.wired.com/monkeybites/2008/05/fedora-9-gives.html'&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work the other day and my coworker was reading over my shoulder. The&lt;br /&gt;title is “Fedora 9 gives Ubuntu a Run For Its Money,” to which Pat&lt;br /&gt;responded, “What money?” I had to agree.&lt;/p&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-5142617227862581566?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5142617227862581566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=5142617227862581566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/5142617227862581566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/5142617227862581566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-i-guess-thats-true.html' title='Oh, I guess that’s true…'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-4061867839145815715</id><published>2008-05-30T14:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:54:35.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Forward, Two Steps Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='98' alt='Image courtesy of kotaku.com' src='http://kotaku.com/assets/resources/2008/05/codlogo-thumb.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='center'&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a huge FPS fan, ever since the original Unreal. Call of Duty&lt;br /&gt;has become a new favorite of mine, particularly number 4 (number 3&lt;br /&gt;according to Infinity Ward), which probably was anything I’d ever&lt;br /&gt;wanted from a shooter, both single and multiplayer. But then came &lt;a href='http://kotaku.com/389162/call-of-duty-5-already-playable'&gt;this news&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id='more-102'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treyarch is responsible for a whole lot of mediocre games, most&lt;br /&gt;especially Call of Duty 3 (piece of shit according to Infinity Ward).&lt;br /&gt;After the greatness of Call of Duty 2, Treyarch overhauled the game,&lt;br /&gt;and worked really hard to make… the exact same game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the massive success of Call of Duty 4, Activision, in their&lt;br /&gt;infinite wisdom, turned to veteran Call of Duty rehashers Treyarch to&lt;br /&gt;get their take on what Call of Duty 5 should be. Here’s how I imagined&lt;br /&gt;the conversation going:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Activision: We need a fifth &lt;strike&gt;money-maker&lt;/strike&gt; Call of Duty game. You guys &lt;strike&gt;aren’t completely retarded&lt;/strike&gt; did a great job on Call of Duty 3. What’s your vision for the next &lt;strike&gt;cash-cow&lt;/strike&gt; game?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treyarch: Alright picture this, okay? So COD4 was revolutionary,&lt;br /&gt;right? Modern Warfare and all that? Fuck that. We’re going OLD SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the roots. But we’re gonna switch it up! Watch Out! BAM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(A picture of the pacific ocean and a movie theater gets put on a easel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treyarch: PACIFIC THEATER! WORLD WAR II! There is no way this will fail or suck in any way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Activision: We’re sold. (faint ca-chinging sounds can be heard as their eyes roll like slot machines and display dollar signs)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(End Scene)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some problems with this, Treyarch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. World War 2 again? Hey Treyarch, three years ago called, and it&lt;br /&gt;wants its overdone and uninteresting genre back. Seriously, aren’t we&lt;br /&gt;done with World War 2 games yet? Plus, why go back to world war two&lt;br /&gt;after Modern Warfare was so successful?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The pacific theater? Oh that’s right, I remember all of the&lt;br /&gt;successful games based on the pacific theater. Games like Medal of&lt;br /&gt;Honor: Rising Sun or whatever that bullshit was called. More like Medal&lt;br /&gt;of Honor: Please Help Us the publisher won’t let us stop making these&lt;br /&gt;damn games. Everyone knows that everything interesting or fun in WWII&lt;br /&gt;happened in Europe. The pacific theater is just depressing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  Why Treyarch for call of duty 5? Why not let Infinity Ward work&lt;br /&gt;their magic on the fifth one and let the series retain some of its&lt;br /&gt;integrity? Give Treyarch some other shit game to make.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I don’t really have anything else, but Treyarch can  suck my balls. Activision too, for that matter.&lt;/p&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-4061867839145815715?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4061867839145815715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=4061867839145815715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/4061867839145815715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/4061867839145815715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html' title='One Step Forward, Two Steps Back'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-7172649724994826917</id><published>2008-05-30T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:54:08.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Ambiguity of Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;img width='120' height='150' alt='Image courtesy of thedesktop.wordpress.com' src='http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:700DF2V_EISYoM:http://joefelso.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/dictionary.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While concocting a viable excuse for being late to work, I stumbled&lt;br /&gt;on a phrase that I turned over a couple of times and realized could be&lt;br /&gt;used to mean several different things. I was thinking about almost&lt;br /&gt;every stoplight I came upon on my way to work turned red before I got&lt;br /&gt;there, and was thinking, “I hit every light on the way here!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id='more-103'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This could  be taken in the positive sense, meaning all of them were&lt;br /&gt;green. This is the beginning of a good day, because you know you’ve&lt;br /&gt;already got some luck on your side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This statement could also be interpreted with negative connotations, such as my example above, when they were all red.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or this could be used incredibly literally, as in Grand Theft Auto,&lt;br /&gt;meaning instead that my car made PHYSICAL CONTACT with every light&lt;br /&gt;between here and my house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I went there.&lt;/p&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-7172649724994826917?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/7172649724994826917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=7172649724994826917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/7172649724994826917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/7172649724994826917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-ambiguity-of-language.html' title='On the Ambiguity of Language'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-4217362725835474568</id><published>2008-05-30T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:53:51.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Scouts Suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;img width='284' height='243' alt='Image courtesy of Nataliedee.co' src='http://www.nataliedee.com/032006/disgruntled-girlscout.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,351583,00.html'&gt;Girl scouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss me off sometimes. Their smug looks, and “we can too” attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. Wearing Badges like they earned them. Sewing only counts if&lt;br /&gt;you’re sewing human flesh. Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id='more-104'/&gt; I’m actually not sorry. This  &lt;a href='http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,351583,00.html'&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just goes to show the problem with the modern media and ego. The&lt;br /&gt;ability of an information meme to permeate modern culture has given the&lt;br /&gt;individual ego the idea the reinforcement it needs to believe that&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of the everyman matter to the general public (Is the irony&lt;br /&gt;lost on me here? Yes.) .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These stupid kids think that their opinion and actions will matter&lt;br /&gt;or that anyone else will give a shit what two twelve year old girl&lt;br /&gt;scouts think? Here’s a wake-up call you underage bitches: NO ONE CARES&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE DAMN COOKIES. For every one box you refuse to&lt;br /&gt;sell, there are three hundred thousand other dumb bitches selling 30&lt;br /&gt;boxes. You are insignificant and you only did this to get on TV. Suck&lt;br /&gt;it up and sell the damn cookies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. To the parents of the dumb bitches reference above:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Madison is a city in Wisconsin, and a terrible name for a child.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it. You seem like pompous pricks when you name your child stupid&lt;br /&gt;fucking names like Madison. Strike that, you let everyone know that you&lt;br /&gt;are pompous pricks, when you name your children names like Madison.&lt;br /&gt;This goes for all children named “Hunter”as well. We haven’t been&lt;br /&gt;hunters for about 6 or 8 thousand years, so get over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Rhiannon is a &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhiannon'&gt;horse-goddess&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Naming your daughter Rhiannon is effectively calling your daughter a&lt;br /&gt;horse. Great job. You might as well enroll her in gentleman’s club&lt;br /&gt;training after middle school and stop lying to yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-4217362725835474568?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4217362725835474568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=4217362725835474568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/4217362725835474568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/4217362725835474568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-scouts-suck.html' title='Girl Scouts Suck'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-3163344275613804540</id><published>2008-05-03T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:13:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In: “Late Night” Soon To Become Unwatchable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4364/tms12fv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4364/tms12fv5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I hadn’t heard of this sooner, but apparently unfunnyman Jimmy Fallon has been in talks with NBC to fill Conan O’Brien’s spot on Late Night. Honestly, I’m not too surprised. The writers and producers of the show have already been trying really hard to make the show unenjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They constanstly have stupid bits and jokes that don’t even make ME laugh (an impressive feat, according to most of my friends), repeating the same joke 5 shows a week. After the opening monologue, the show is just a commercial for actor-of-the-day’s latest TV/Movie project. The conversations are dreadfully rehearsed or setup. I don’t even watch the musical guests. They haven’t had anyone good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only current redeeming factor of Late Night is Conan O’Brian. He’s wonderfully self-deprecating, and he’s got a weird sense of humor that tends to mirror my own. That’s always awesome. Sometimes he continues jokes beyond the crap that the writers provide into the genius territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Update: I read the rest of the article. Conan is in fact moving to the Tonight Show. Epic Win. Now I don’t have to stay up so late.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-3163344275613804540?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3163344275613804540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=3163344275613804540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/3163344275613804540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/3163344275613804540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-just-in-late-night-soon-to-become.html' title='This Just In: “Late Night” Soon To Become Unwatchable'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-8017528622677831371</id><published>2008-04-04T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:25:38.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTSFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;img width='350' height='273' alt='Image courtesy of fuckinggoogleit.com' src='http://www.fuckinggoogleit.com/bart.gif'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='left'&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, I came upon an internet acronym I had not seen before,&lt;br /&gt;UTFSE. It means use the (familiar) search engine. In this day and age&lt;br /&gt;with Google being the standard repository of all knowledge, I think&lt;br /&gt;this is somewhat of an unfair retort. I think it is safe to assume that&lt;br /&gt;most of everyone I know is familiar with what Google is and what it can&lt;br /&gt;do. So if I specifically choose NOT to use Google and ask a real human&lt;br /&gt;being, I probably have a good reason for doing so.&lt;span id='more-82'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='left'&gt; By asking you directly, I am appealing to not only&lt;br /&gt;your superior knowledge, but your valuable experience. Google does not&lt;br /&gt;yet have the ability to replicate specific experience like the human&lt;br /&gt;brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='left'&gt;If someone asks you a question, don’t assume they’re being lazy, and don’t be rude.&lt;/p&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-8017528622677831371?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8017528622677831371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=8017528622677831371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/8017528622677831371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/8017528622677831371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/04/utsfe.html' title='UTSFE'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-1319691414611080163</id><published>2008-03-24T23:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:19:15.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Your Brain Tell When It’s Getting Stupider?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So let me begin by glorifying &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/" title="College Humor"&gt;College Humor&lt;/a&gt;. It’s a great site with a lot of funny videos. They have a great mind for five-minute humor. I go there pretty much every day to laugh my ass off. On that note, let me tell you about my journey: I’m quitting my job. That means I don’t want or have to do work. The problem is, I have a lot of time on my hands from 9:00 in the morning to 6:00 at night (roughly, punctuality is not a concern either). To fill the hours, I decided to embark on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-47"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a regular College Humor visitor for a few months, but the site has some 6,500 videos, of which I had barely cracked the surface. So, off to video number one I went, to begin the journey to the latest video: to watch ALL the videos that College Humor had to offer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was a terrible idea, for many reasons. People are really stupid and think really stupid stuff is funny — I would know. There are a lot of bad (rather, unfunny) videos on the website. For example, the things you and your friends think are hilarious, but it turns out that you had to be there for it to be funny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, on the fortunate side, I have been able to assess my own little mini social-observation experiment, and I’d like to share some of my findings:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Dorms look the same at every college.&lt;br /&gt;2. I’m very glad I never lived in a dorm.&lt;br /&gt;3. College kids have a lot of free time and spend most of it drinking.&lt;br /&gt;4. College kids do stupid things when they’re drunk.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching people hurt themselves will never stop being funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;And, um…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I forget. I seem to be losing brain cells as the hours go by.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ok, only 3500 videos to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466789430382237649-1319691414611080163?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1319691414611080163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=1319691414611080163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/1319691414611080163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/1319691414611080163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-your-brain-tell-when-its-getting.html' title='Can Your Brain Tell When It’s Getting Stupider?'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-6470855553240154518</id><published>2008-03-24T23:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:18:51.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, it’s probably supposed to be like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/mitch.norris/R78W4nWmyaI/AAAAAAAAADA/G4Moo4mpA3g/IMAG0012.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="Courtesy of Mitchell Norris" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I wanted to join the Optimist’s Club, but I was afraid they wouldn’t accept my application.”&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This makes me feel safe at work. Although I never work with hazardous or caustic chemicals, I wonder if this will ever come back to bite me in the ass.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466789430382237649-6470855553240154518?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6470855553240154518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=6470855553240154518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/6470855553240154518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/6470855553240154518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-its-probably-supposed-to-be-like.html' title='No, it’s probably supposed to be like that.'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-3547428883510079356</id><published>2008-03-24T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:18:15.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 Word Review: The Other Boleyn Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.getcreepy.com/photos/BOS_premier/steve_BOS_small.jpg" alt="Image courtesy of www.getcreepy.com" height="300" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466789430382237649-3547428883510079356?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3547428883510079356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=3547428883510079356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/3547428883510079356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/3547428883510079356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/1000-word-review-other-boleyn-girl.html' title='1000 Word Review: The Other Boleyn Girl'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-5306733573951452101</id><published>2008-03-24T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:17:44.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the Dream Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jollyandy.com/home/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&amp;amp;post=68"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.nhl.com/sharks/images/upload/2008/03/031108_NAS_SJ_Michalek.jpg" alt="Image courtesy of sharks.nhl.com" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ten in a row!!!!! I can barely believe it. I have serious hopes at our chances this year. Now, we just have to take care of &lt;a href="http://redwings.nhl.com/" title="some"&gt;some &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://stars.nhl.com/" title="other"&gt;other &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ducks.nhl.com/" title="issues"&gt;issues&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span id="more-68"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;EDIT: Also, can we feel a little love for Brian Campbell?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/80070497.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1933B836CAF14D5D5C8660A059BABCBCD145A5397277B4DC33E" alt="Image courtesy of viewimages.com" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Steve who?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;[UPDATE: The dream is over. (Oilers’ goaltender) Dwayne Roloson is a bitch.]&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466789430382237649-5306733573951452101?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5306733573951452101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=5306733573951452101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/5306733573951452101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/5306733573951452101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/keeping-dream-alive.html' title='Keeping the Dream Alive'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-1225948163343085966</id><published>2008-03-24T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:12:26.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Trust You Anymore, Heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.telenav.com/include/images/tn/features_rollover/box_f00.jpg" alt="Image courtesy of Telenav.com" height="195" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy having a GPS device. It’s helpful when you don’t know where you’re going, but what do you do when your GPS device is lost as well?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-77"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My GPS device has a girl’s voice, ergo I named her Heidi. The other day, I went cake-tasting in Livermore with my fiance.  On our way back home, I couldn’t remember how to get back to the freeway, so I busted out Heidi, and asked for help. What ensued was a 25 minute goose chase of Heidi leading me through back roads and Heidi getting constantly confused about where she was going. Eventually the two of us fumbled our way back onto a freeway and made it home safely (mostly because I stopped listening to what the GPS was saying).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All in all, I think I’m going to be less blindly trustful of the GPS machine.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;!-- .entry --&gt;    &lt;p class="entry-tags"&gt;Tags: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466789430382237649-1225948163343085966?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1225948163343085966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=1225948163343085966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/1225948163343085966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/1225948163343085966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-trust-you-anymore-heidi.html' title='I Don&apos;t Trust You Anymore, Heidi'/><author><name>Ted Mustard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162556632733401632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRsHydwqGNE/R-GNwNrA17I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_dEGs7OXwzs/S220/ted+mustard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466789430382237649.post-662567452097474866</id><published>2008-03-21T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:45:21.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>﻿ My Crown of Thorns? </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;p align='center'&gt;&lt;img width='354' height='576' alt='Image courtesy of Mitchell Norris and Firefox' src='http://lh3.google.com/mitch.norris/R-RDEtrA18I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4cg6UHKUMEs/addons.png?imgmax=576'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My coworker and I have recently been having an ongoing discussion about web browsers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title='XKCD - Firefox is just a browser?' href='http://xkcd.com/198/'&gt;This comic&lt;/a&gt; provides some perspective to the argument. &lt;a title='Penny Arcade - Crown of thorns' href='http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2004/04/12'&gt;This one too.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id='more-76'/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a staunch Firefox user, and am (nearly) physically revolted at people who still use Internet Explorer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend uses Opera, an awesome browser with some crazy features. I&lt;br /&gt;had heard of opera before, but I haven’t actually used it. My friend&lt;br /&gt;showed me feature after feature that constantly impressed me.  I&lt;br /&gt;refused to believe that Firefox couldn’t do anything that Opera could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Cue song - “Anything you can do…”*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter the beauty of Firefox Add-Ons. Almost every feature that Opera&lt;br /&gt;touts can be done or emulated in Firefox with addons. I proceeded to&lt;br /&gt;show my friend how my “pimped” Firefox now is as good as his Opera, and&lt;br /&gt;all he could do was mock me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend - “If you’re going to make it work like Opera, why don’t you just use Opera?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me - “…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend - “That’s what I thought.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now our catch-phrase is “Maybe there’s a Firefox Extension for that…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Update: I’m still not switching to Opera.]&lt;/p&gt;&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/4466789430382237649-662567452097474866?l=tedmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/662567452097474866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466789430382237649&amp;postID=662567452097474866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/662567452097474866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466789430382237649/posts/default/662567452097474866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tedmustard.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-crown-of-thorns.html' title='﻿ My Crown of Thorns? 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