<?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-7740518</id><updated>2011-09-05T00:15:36.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life in the Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-111819914448851352</id><published>2005-06-07T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:51:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeland Security</title><content type='html'>Posted originally at &lt;a href="http://rossdiggity.blogspot.com"&gt;Ross Diggity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If any of you have any concerns about the security of our border, they will all be alleviated after reading this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;amp;u=/ap/20050607/ap_on_re_us/chain_saw_border"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's a little excerpt and a terrific pic: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"On April 25, Gregory Despres arrived at the U.S.-Canadian border crossing at Calais, Maine, carrying a homemade sword, a hatchet, a knife, brass knuckles and a chain saw stained with what appeared to be blood. U.S. customs agents confiscated the weapons and fingerprinted Despres. Then they let him into the United States. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/ap/20050607/capt.ny11906071829.chain_saw_border_ny119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing they took the weapons away before letting him in. It's seems unlikely he could obtain any of those item (hatchet, knife, chain saw) in the States. I feel bad he lost his homemade sword though. Probably put some time into constructing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe carrying dangerous weapons covered in blood does not warrant detainment, but having that crazy look in your eyes should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-111819914448851352?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/111819914448851352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=111819914448851352' title='77 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/111819914448851352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/111819914448851352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2005/06/homeland-security.html' title='Homeland Security'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>77</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-111351864659696739</id><published>2005-04-14T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:32:10.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arts &amp; Entertainment &amp; Dead Beat Motorcycle Wreckers</title><content type='html'>If you read my post on &lt;a href="http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/evel-kneivel-days.html" target="_blank"&gt;Evel Knievel Days&lt;/a&gt;, you'll know that I have a real affinity towards Evel. I even suggested a national holiday in his name. Now something even better; an A&amp;E reality show starring his less famous, less likeable, and equally talentless son, Captain Robby Knievel. I say talentless, because anyone can wreck a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard about a guy who bought a Harley, and without ever riding one before, decided to take off to Sturgis. Unfortunately it takes more than being able to afford a Harley to actually drive it. He wrecked and killed himself on the way. My point being, anyone can wreck a motorcycle. I guess the trick it to stay alive while breaking as may bones as possible. If that in itself is a talent, I stand corrected, the Knievels are amazingly talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/1475/320/capt%20_pirate.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Captain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aside from jumping things with his motorcycle, Robbie must have valiantly served in the military or as a police officer. After all, he calls himself captain. Thinking about it, I don't think he was in the military or police force. Maybe he is a captain of industry or commanded his own pirate ship. I can imagine it now, "arrggg maties, I'm going to jump the mast with me motorcycle." I know it may be unthinkable, but maybe he isn't a captain of anything and the title is simply self-proclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know what happened to the "Arts and Entertainment" channel. Their lineup includes reality shows starring Dog the Bounty Hunter and John Gotti's daughter, as well as the above mentioned Captain Knievel. Just an all around group of fine upstanding folks who really add to my knowledge and appreciation of art. Now A&amp;E has nothing to do with art and is marginally entertaining. I'd like to say I miss the good old days on A&amp;amp;E, but I never watched it. Too boring. I want people crashing motorcycles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, we Montanan's should support one of our own, even if it is someone from Butte. After all my Dad is from Butte, and my uncle and Evel went to grade school together, and might have been considered, "boys".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/knievel/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.aetv.com/knievel/&lt;/a&gt;&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/7740518-111351864659696739?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/111351864659696739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=111351864659696739' title='79 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/111351864659696739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/111351864659696739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2005/04/arts-entertainment-dead-beat.html' title='Arts &amp; Entertainment &amp; Dead Beat Motorcycle Wreckers'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>79</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110826747574481682</id><published>2005-02-12T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:12:35.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I haven't written in so long, I think I should give a quick update of what I've been up to. Frankly, it hasn't been the best of months. Which is why I haven't been blogging. I like to bring brightness and sunshine to the world. Anyway here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I are currently in Helena. We've been here since November, but don't know if I've mentioned that yet. This is a good thing in case you missed earlier postings about living with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently doing contract IT work for the school district. I'm not going to go into it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-i-havent-been-blogging.html#comments" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;fearing repercussions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to have surgery on my tailbone in January. Not life threatening by any means, but extremely painful and slow to recover. Doesn't look like I'll be running the Governor's Cup marathon this year. But I never had any intentions to run a marathon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the sad news. Our dog Shadow passed away a few weeks ago. He was only 6 but had developed cancer. He was diagnosed last summer with Lymphoma so we put him on a chemotherapy protocol. He was out of remission for about four months, but the cancer came back a few weeks ago with no hopes of another remission. In a matter of one week he was completely saturated with the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the smartest and most well behaved dog I've ever owned and probably will ever own. His time with us was too short, but we spoiled him and gave him a good life. While we were in going to school both Jen and I worked at a steak house and Jen also waitressed at a Prime Rib joint. Needless to say, the dog probably ate more Porterhouse T-bones and Prime Rib than most people. He was a great hiking partner and will be missed on the trails this summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/1475/320/shadow_ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/1475/320/shadow_ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow and squeaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110826747574481682?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110826747574481682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110826747574481682' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110826747574481682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110826747574481682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2005/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110819791465556321</id><published>2005-02-12T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:13:40.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I haven't been Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It appears that a number of bloggers around the country have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=1804&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ncid=1804&amp;e=1&amp;amp;u=/washpost/20050211/tc_washpost/a15511_2005feb10" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;fired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; for venting online about their place of employment. I haven't blogged in over a month because clearly there are repercussions. Okay, it is ridiculous to fire someone over a blog post that doesn't even mention the company by name, but I find it funny that there are people who think they can write whatever they want and believe only those invited will read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've seen enough blog posts trashing work, family, and friends. With the increased popularity of blogging and one gossipy friend, the people around you will find your blog. It's called an Internet connection and Google. All I'm saying is that I don't feel to bad for people who get nailed shit talking. Unless you password protect it, your blog is public domain. Not your personal diary that you hide under your bed. Unless you are like me and hide dead hookers under your bed. Then there is no room for a diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, have I mentioned how much I hate my family, friends, and job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110819791465556321?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110819791465556321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110819791465556321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110819791465556321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110819791465556321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='Why I haven&apos;t been Blogging'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110490604733440583</id><published>2005-01-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:25:38.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>First off, I'm sick and I had to sit through the much anticipated Orange Bowl, as USC threw Oklahoma a beating. I'm not a big fan of either team, but I was looking forward to what should have been a great game. Wrong. Watching USC outclass and outplay Oklahoma in the worst drubbing in a championship game that I can remember only added to my throbbing headache. Thank god for &lt;a href="http://www.juiceenewsdaily.com/0105/entertainment/ashlee_orange.html" target="blank"&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Ashlee decided to actually sing and it was bad news. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Then the crowd booed her and the healing began. Thankfully, people still know a fraud when they see it. I can't understand how talentless manufactured "artists" like Simpson (both sisters), Paris Hilton and Lyndsey Lohan get big time record contracts, publicity and appearances while far more talented individuals are stuck playing for drinks in a dirty bar. I hope the rest of America takes note and we boo everyone who doesn't have the talent to make music. Then maybe the record companies and MTV will stop letting thirteen year old girls dictate what they produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/1475/640/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/1475/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110490604733440583?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110490604733440583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110490604733440583' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110490604733440583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110490604733440583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2005/01/silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lining'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110461257609699252</id><published>2005-01-01T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T12:49:36.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year from Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.astonfilms.com/images/shadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110461257609699252?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110461257609699252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110461257609699252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110461257609699252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110461257609699252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-from-shadow.html' title='Happy New Year from Shadow'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110256724669827034</id><published>2004-12-08T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T20:40:46.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Beef</title><content type='html'>I've thought of a surefire way to attract people to my blog. It's based on the practice implemented by hip hop artists to sell records. They simply start a beef with another rapper, ala Biggie and Tupac or LL Cool J and Big Daddy Kane. I'm just not sure how to go about it. Should I start visiting random blogs and talk shit or should I prearrange it with another blogger who is also interested in some notoriety? I don't feel comfortable attacking a stranger so it would have to be arranged. If anyone is interested in starting a blogger feud let me know. Then I'll notify my crew and you notify your crew. Once word gets out, we'll get our feud on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://entertainment.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,1658,401639,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110256724669827034?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110256724669827034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110256724669827034' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110256724669827034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110256724669827034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/12/blogger-beef.html' title='Blogger Beef'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110246935001301716</id><published>2004-12-07T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:12:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Quit Eating Fast Food</title><content type='html'>Fast food chain Hardees apparently isn't making any attempt to conceal their food as healthy as other fast food chains have done (i.e. McDonalds salads). Their newest creation, &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;amp;u=/ap/20041207/ap_on_he_me/fit_monster_burger_2" target="blank"&gt;the Monster burger&lt;/a&gt;, is a revised edition of a previous Hardees sandwich. And when they say Monster, they mean it. In case you don't read the article, here is a list of the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;two 1/3-pound slabs of all-Angus beef &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;four strips of bacon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;three slices of cheese &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mayonnaise on a buttered sesame seed bun &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/041116/041116_monsterTB.hmedium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds really good, right? I thought so too. A few years back, I tried the original Monster burger. Basically the same, except the beef patties were only 1/4 pound slabs. Anyway, I eat this massive things and it tasted great. The problem was, I felt like I had a 10 pound ball of grease resting in my stomach. I waited a half an hour, hoping my stomach could digest the Monster, but no luck. It was there to stay. I knew I had to get this thing worked off, so I headed to the gym (bad idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about five minutes on the treadmill, I realized that all the blood and energy in my body were devoted to destroying the massive fatty substance and didn’t have time for a jog. The attempt at exercising angered something inside of me. My digestive system had fought the good fight, but was powerless. It had decided to send the Monster burger back from whence it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only lived a block away, so I ran home to avoid hurling on the treadmill. Once I hit the grass on my lawn, it was on. I typically have an iron gut and aside from a case of food poisoning and the flu, I never get rattled by food. The Monster burger is no ordinary food product and I spewed meat, cheese, bacon, and mayo all over the yard. Surprisingly, I felt great. Usually after I get sick, I'm in terrible shape. I was glad to have rejected the Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to hurt Hardees' business, after all the sandwich tasted great. Just a word of warning for those of you thinking about attacking the monster burger. It will attack back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110246935001301716?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110246935001301716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110246935001301716' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110246935001301716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110246935001301716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-i-quit-eating-fast-food.html' title='Why I Quit Eating Fast Food'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110185187581915633</id><published>2004-11-30T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T13:57:55.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>I could never understand why some people don’t like Christmas. It’s a wonderful time of year: decorations, family, presents, and great food. But do we really need to start gearing up in October? Seriously, by mid-December I’m nearly driven to insanity by Jingle Bells, mainly because I’ve been hearing it for months. The holidays don’t begin until Thanksgiving, and we shouldn’t start celebrating them until that point. It’s really hard to think about Christmas when it is 60 degrees out in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that ruins Christmas for me is the day referred to as “Black Friday”; the day after Thanksgiving when folks partake in the “giving” aspect of Christmas by tearing each other apart at the local Walmart. I don't even leave the house. This past Friday, my girlfriend was in Walmart and one of the cashiers told her about two women who got in a fistfight over the last $20 DVD player. Where is the humanity? Jen wondered how these women could show their faces in Walmart again. I responded that it’s Walmart and they were probably back by the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want deals, go shopping Christmas Eve. The stores need to clear merchandise, plus you don’t have to wear full body armor. The selection may be a little thin, but you have to be creative. How much thought goes into buying an IPod or a new Playstation. The receiver will think, “Everyone gets a Palm Pilot for Christmas, I wanted a toaster-phone.” Below are some quick shopping tips you can use to make that special person feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don’t get gifts that are obvious. It’s better to let the receiver try and figure out exactly what it is that you have gotten them. They’ll appreciate the gift more if they have to really have to think about it. You’ll understand the joy when the face changes from perplexed to comprehension and often disappointment. People really get off on that type of roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I’ve learned this one the hard way. Don’t buy gifts that may benefit you, especially for a significant other. After about two years of dating and a boatload of outdoor accessories, Jen wrongly assumed that I was getting her gifts that I would enjoy as well. It wasn’t true but that tent sure comes in handy. Now I have to absolve myself with gifts of jewelry and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you’ve gotten someone a gift and you know they really liked it, don’t be afraid to get it for them again. Obviously not every year, but wait a couple of years and treat them over again. When I was a kid, I bought my mom the same set of drinking glasses about four times. To demonstrate how much she like them, I found most of them stored for safe keeping in a box in the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t get people McDonald’s coupons for Christmas. I still hold a grudge against my older brother for doing just that. Since we lived about 10 miles out of town and I didn’t have my driver’s license, I very well couldn’t use the coupons and he knew it. He then took it upon himself to make sure they didn’t go to waste. Even if I could have used them, it was still a shitty present. (Rob, if you are reading this, click on this &lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~planetgarp/gifts.html" target="blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. I’m not the only one who thinks McDonald’s coupons are a shitty present).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps those of you, who like me, can’t handle the raging mobs associated with “Black Friday.” In all seriousness, I still love Christmas, and I much prefer giving than receiving. I just wish the merchandisers could wait a month before they drain the life from it. I’m not much of a church goer, but I truly enjoy going to Mass on Christmas Eve. It seems like the only time the holiday hasn’t been hijacked by the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110185187581915633?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110185187581915633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110185187581915633' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110185187581915633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110185187581915633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/11/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110123746890830531</id><published>2004-11-23T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T11:17:48.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't He Already Win?</title><content type='html'>This enormous billboard was erected in Orlando, Florida after the election. Mr. President, you don't have to run again. Let's tone down the propaganda. I can't wait for the leaflets to fall from the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mtech.edu/njtobin/blog/bush.jpg"&gt;&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/7740518-110123746890830531?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110123746890830531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110123746890830531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110123746890830531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110123746890830531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/11/didnt-he-already-win.html' title='Didn&apos;t He Already Win?'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110118535775035102</id><published>2004-11-22T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:49:17.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redesign</title><content type='html'>The blog is currently being redesigned. I've already come across and corrected a few glitches. I'm sure there are more and the more I tinker with it, the more there will be. Regardless, it seems to be working properly, but let me know if you notice real functional problems (as far as aesthetics go, I'm still working).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110118535775035102?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110118535775035102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110118535775035102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110118535775035102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110118535775035102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/11/redesign.html' title='Redesign'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110115151997995551</id><published>2004-11-22T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T11:25:19.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Democrat</title><content type='html'>Continuing with my previous post, I recieved an email inviting me to a new blog entitled &lt;a href="http://www.westerndemocrat.com/" target="blank"&gt;WesternDemocrat.com&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, the blog promotes the ideas and strategies of Western Democrats and hopes to inject them into the national party. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110115151997995551?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110115151997995551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110115151997995551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110115151997995551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110115151997995551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/11/western-democrat.html' title='Western Democrat'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110081096134602696</id><published>2004-11-18T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:59:55.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana Democrats</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.dailykos.com/" target="blank"&gt;Daily Kos&lt;/a&gt;, a leading Democratic blog, recently published &lt;a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2004/11/15/1245/8469" target="blank"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;regarding the success Montana Democrats had in the recent elections. Based on the commentary and follow-up posts, Montana Dems seem to be the current darlings of the Democratic party. I hope that the national party leaders take note and learn from the Schweitzer campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Democrats need to be smarter in choosing their battles. Not all Dems believe in gun control or the right to gay marriage; what almost all Dems do agree on is cleaner environments, better schools, and a fair economic playing field. We can win the red states on these issues; we just can't keep shooting ourselves in the foot with cultural issues. I'm not saying battles over cultural issues aren't worth fighting for, but we need to win battles based on the environment, education, and the economy so we can have one leg to stand on when we do decide to fight for civil liberties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schweitzer made the correct move in supporting a ban on gay marriage and taking a pro-gun stance. Now he is in position to promote issues that all Democrats can agree on, and all Montanans can benefit from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another article on the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/11/14/politics/14montana.html?ex=1101099600&amp;en=ee80a8d234dbf528&amp;amp;ei=5006&amp;amp;partner=ALTAVISTA1" target="blank"&gt;Montana Democrats' victory &lt;/a&gt;from the New York Times (requires free registration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110081096134602696?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110081096134602696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110081096134602696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110081096134602696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110081096134602696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/11/montana-democrats.html' title='Montana Democrats'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-110006385410838142</id><published>2004-11-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:46:16.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Finally Over?</title><content type='html'>Over the past year, I have trained my eyes to ignore anything that refers to the "Lacy Pedersen Trial." For whatever reason, today I broke down and recognized an article on the trial. All I could say to myself is "this fucking thing is still going on?." I'm sorry I have to use harsh language, but it pisses me off. Why should I be subjugated to this nonsense whenever I decide to watch cable news. I've yet to understand what makes this story worthy of national coverage - for the past 5 years. Maybe not that long, but it seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we've had the mind-numbing elections to dominate the news cycle over the last couple months. Now that the elections are over, this thing is in full force. Why does anyone care? I'm not heartless; It's a terrible tragedy. But it's not the first time someone has been murdered. If Lacey had been either unattractive, non-white, or poor, this trial never gets a minute of coverage. The most amazing thing is that this story has survived through a war, a presidential election, and the Red Sox winning the World Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it won't go away, but at least it might soon be over. Who knows, maybe they'll make a Scott Pedersen reality TV show based on his time in prison: making shivs, smuggling smokes, getting turned out in the shower, denying he killed his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;: It is finally; at least until the appeals start. Whoopee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-110006385410838142?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/110006385410838142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=110006385410838142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110006385410838142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/110006385410838142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-it-finally-over.html' title='Is It Finally Over?'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109998314198718625</id><published>2004-11-08T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:52:21.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Brits</title><content type='html'>I've just finished watching season(series) 1 &amp; 2 of "The Office". In case you don't know, "The Office" is a British television show that revolves around life in a fictional office setting. Absolutely hilarious. I don't know what it is about the British, but I sure get a bang out of them. I have an uncle who is British, and I don't think he's probably all that funny, but I get a kick out of him. I guess it's just that accent and choice of words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watch "The Office" if you haven't. It shows on BBC America or you can rent it on DVD. If you like Monty Python (and my crazy British uncle) you'll love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109998314198718625?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109998314198718625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109998314198718625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109998314198718625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109998314198718625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/11/crazy-brits.html' title='Crazy Brits'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109998283608982817</id><published>2004-11-08T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:47:16.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>So, I've finally moved out of Mom's house. I love my Mom, but living with your parents is really lame. Sure, it sounds good; the free food and rent and someone to take care of you when you're sick. Seriously, I was out of commission for awhile. I won't get into it but it had nothing to do with burning during urination. That was a whole other thing. I was just under the weather and I had both Jen and Mom at my beck and call. I milked it for all it was worth. Anytime I needed something, I would just moan in agony and say something like, "I need water or I may die" or "a bowl of ice cream would make me feel better." Aside from that, living at home was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jen and I have our own home in Helena. Nothing permanent, just trying to save up some money for a proper move. Helena is OK though. I grew up here, so I know my way around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I blogged properly and I missed a lot. Won't get into my thoughts on the elections other than to say I was disappointed with the presidential verdict but was happy with the choices made here in Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nice to have my CPU back and can blog regularly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109998283608982817?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109998283608982817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109998283608982817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109998283608982817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109998283608982817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109857390085932573</id><published>2004-10-23T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:53:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Em Out</title><content type='html'>Make sure to watch &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/ap/20041023/ap_en_tv/stewart_60_minutes" target="blank"&gt;Jon Stewart on 60 Minutes &lt;/a&gt;as he once agains calls out the partisan spin doctors. Plus, watch the bit on Emmitt Till. My girlfriend's sister interned at 60 minutes this summer and worked on that piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109857390085932573?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109857390085932573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109857390085932573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109857390085932573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109857390085932573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/10/call-em-out.html' title='Call Em Out'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109833569177790276</id><published>2004-10-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T22:14:51.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Sox</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm not a huge fan of major league baseball, but I have to admit, the Red Sox victory over the Yankees in the ALCS isone of the great moments in recent sports history. First, they come back after being three games down to force a game seven; the first time that has ever happened in MLB. Then, they win the series, beating the most despised organizations in all of sports.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.news2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20041021/capt.nyy16410210433.alcs_red_sox_yankees_nyy164.jpg" alt="photo" width="284" height="410" border="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year people get on the Red Sox bandwagon, hoping they'll end "the curse." For this reason, I've actually disliked the Red Sox and their fans. Year after year, the team manages to choke, and then cry about some curse. When, in reality, they just didn't get the job done. I think this year is different. These players have the heart and courage that I haven't seen in a Red Sox team. I never believed in the curse. I believe the most deserving team wins. Tha is why the Sox will win it all this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109833569177790276?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109833569177790276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109833569177790276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109833569177790276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109833569177790276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/10/go-sox.html' title='Go Sox'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109790475610779756</id><published>2004-10-15T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:32:36.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm still living with my mom, but things are hopeful. I've got a job interview in Bozeman next week which I'm pretty excited about. Not only am I excited about the job itself; having a jobs means I get to move out. Don't get me wrong, not paying bills and eating for free kicks ass. It's just hard for me to operate my meth lab with mom constantly looking over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once I am employed, I'll have my own place with my own computer, so the blogging activity should increase. I haven't even had a chance to comment on the debates. I'm sure plenty of others have commented so I'll leave that alone. Only three more weeks for the Libertarians to get off their asses, and pull out a victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to my boy Bumperhead; respect to your grandpa and may he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109790475610779756?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109790475610779756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109790475610779756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109790475610779756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109790475610779756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109790434224826000</id><published>2004-10-15T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:25:42.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbians</title><content type='html'>So let me get something straight. It is alright for your party and your running mate to tell your daughter that she can't share the same rights as all other Americans, but it is not alright for someone to &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;ncid=1963&amp;amp;e=26&amp;u=/ap/20041015/ap_on_el_pr/debate_cheney_daughter_15&amp;amp;sid=96378798"&gt;discuss her sexual orientation during a debate&lt;/a&gt;. As far as gay marriage goes, it is pretty far down on my list of concerns, but I hate a hypocrite. I'll admit it was in poor taste for Kerry to mention the opponents daughter, but Cheney shouldn't have mentioned it in his own campaign speech if he didn't want to make it an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109790434224826000?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109790434224826000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109790434224826000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109790434224826000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109790434224826000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/10/lesbians.html' title='Lesbians'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109703299234443535</id><published>2004-10-05T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:31:45.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VP Debate</title><content type='html'>Just watched hour and 1/2 of vice presidential debate and about 10 minutes of the talking fools and their analysis. Has given me a wicked headache. Can't discuss it at this time. Check back later when the throbbing subsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109703299234443535?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109703299234443535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109703299234443535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109703299234443535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109703299234443535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/10/vp-debate.html' title='VP Debate'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109643171144458411</id><published>2004-09-28T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:23:48.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News/Bad News</title><content type='html'>Good news is, my fantasy football team is undefeated and in first place.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is, I'm still living at my mom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case any one is wondering why a 28 year old is living at his mother's, well I'll tell ya. Jen and I will be here until at least next week. She takes her board test for nursing next Wednesday. Until then we are stuck in Helena. My mother has been good enough to put us up until then and maybe beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and don't mind staying with her. It's just a bit shameful.At least I'm not single. It's hard to pick up chicks when you have to bring them back to your parents. At least when your my age it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109643171144458411?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109643171144458411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109643171144458411' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109643171144458411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109643171144458411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-newsbad-news.html' title='Good News/Bad News'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109608675974386966</id><published>2004-09-24T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:41:46.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadbeat Son</title><content type='html'>While I've been living with Mom, my brother has been getting reviewed by the LA Times. For the past month, he has been producing and acting in a play that he wrote, which is showing at the Met Theatre in Los Angeles. So far, it has done pretty well. According to the LA Times, &lt;strong&gt;" 'Western Big Sky' scores at the MET. And more."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read the script, but have yet to see the play. It is entitled "Western Big Sky", and is a fictional tale about a small town in Montana. At first the characters seem like bad Montana stereotypes, but I promise that I've met every actual person the characters are based on. There is something to be said for stereotypes. Anyway, click on the links below to find out more, and if you are an LA resident or plan to be in LA, stop by the Met Theatre and see the play. I'm even thinking about flying down next week to see the Friday showing. That is, if my Mom lets me go. It is contingent on if I eat my vegetables. In the meantime, I'll be cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themettheatre.com/#Big" target="blank"&gt;http://www.themettheatre.com/#Big&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montanafilm.com/wildwest.htm" target="blank"&gt;http://www.montanafilm.com/wildwest.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109608675974386966?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109608675974386966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109608675974386966' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109608675974386966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109608675974386966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/deadbeat-son.html' title='Deadbeat Son'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109581461673287776</id><published>2004-09-21T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:43:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CPU in a Box</title><content type='html'>Sorry avid readers (seriously). I've just finished moving out of my house and into my mom's. Don't worry it's not permanent. If it were, I would be slitting my wrists as opposed to writing this. Anyway, the CPU is in a box, and Mom's setup is from the paleozoic era. As soon as Jen and I get our own pad, I'll be back in action. Until then, I'll do what I can as long as I'm not grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109581461673287776?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109581461673287776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109581461673287776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109581461673287776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109581461673287776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/cpu-in-box.html' title='CPU in a Box'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109496904825062190</id><published>2004-09-11T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:04:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Week</title><content type='html'>I usually try and keep this blog as shallow as possible, but I've some bad news to report on the personal front. Our dog, Shadow, has been diagnosed with canine Lymphoma (cancer of the lymph nodes). Dogs typically will live a few weeks without treatment so we decided to put him on chemotherapy (no, he won't lose his fur). Unlike chemo for humans, the treatment won't make him sick and actually has quick positive results. He went in for his first treatment on Thursday, and already I see a great deal of improvement. The downside is, doggie chemo is not a cure but merely a way to prolong the animals life and to improve their quality of life. Most likely, the cancer will return within a year of remission. It has been very difficult for Shadow, so please put him in your thoughts and prayers. I'll post a picture when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, when I hear bad news like this, I like to distract myself with enjoyable and stress free activities. Unfortunately, we're in the process of moving, which is neither enjoyable or stress free. I didn't even get a single recruit from my &lt;a href="http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/help-needed.html#comments" target="blank"&gt;earlier post&lt;/a&gt;. If our landlords weren’t holding our deposit as ransom, I'd probably leave everything. Everything that is, except my computer and Playstation. We tried to &lt;a href="http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/garage-sale-days.html#comments" target="blank"&gt;garage sale&lt;/a&gt; it all, but people recognize poor quality goods when they see them. Anyways, I've yet to throw my back out, so the best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109496904825062190?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109496904825062190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109496904825062190' title='95 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109496904825062190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109496904825062190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/fun-week.html' title='Fun Week'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>95</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109479968147193341</id><published>2004-09-09T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:12:40.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOP Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>I just read this editorial concerning all the &lt;a href="http://www.mtstandard.com/articles/2004/09/10/newsopinion/hjjfjajahghiia.txt" target="blank"&gt;GOP has accomplished &lt;/a&gt;in Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things strike me as silly. First the Republicans hyping themselves up because Montana has one of the fastest growing economies in the nation. The only reason for this is because Montana may be the only state in the union the did not benefit during the economic boom of the late 90's. So for the past four years, while the rest of states' economies were going down, Montana remained uneffected. Any slight growth in our economy is going to better better the dropping economic growth of most states. It has nothing to do with what the Republican legislatures have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I love how they demonize environmentalists, as if they are the reason natural resource jobs are drying up in this state. The bottom line is, we could allow mining companies to strip mine as the please and lumber companies to clear cut as they please, but companies are still going to go to South America to do their business. Regardless of how inexpensive and easy we make it on these companies, their profit margins will still be higher by moving their operations other countries. It's no different than the loss of manufacturing jobs in the Midwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not fair to point to the Republicans as the cause of poor economy. I don't hear any better ideas from the Democrats, or anyone for that matter. Why do I, someone with a Masters and a number of valuable technical skills, have to look to Silicon Valley for a job? If I want to make a decent living in Montana, I'd have to start cooking Meth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109479968147193341?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109479968147193341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109479968147193341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109479968147193341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109479968147193341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/gop-accomplishments.html' title='GOP Accomplishments'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109468523687888830</id><published>2004-09-08T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:13:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical</title><content type='html'>It seems that the president has decided that he only needs &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A3586-2004Sep7.html" target="_blank"&gt;two 1-hour debates &lt;/a&gt;to cover all the issues of this election year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disappointing that the debates have been sucked into the rest of the staged political process. Each campaign knows what the questions will be and already has scripted answers for each before the debate even begins. I don't put much stock in the rhetoric I hear at the conventions or on the stump. I often look to the debates to make a distinction between politicians. I believe we should have candid debates with tough questions, and lots of them. How else can anyone challenge Bush's policies? If you criticize them during a campaign stop, you're likely to be arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Regardless of the slickness of the debates, they are often the only way for most Americans to hear their messages. Both candidates are only campaigning in swing states.  So unless we watch C-Span, we might have a hard time receiving the unfiltered messages of the candidates. A nationally televised debate allows us to hear what Ohio, Wisconsin, and Florida will be hearing throughout the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109468523687888830?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109468523687888830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109468523687888830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109468523687888830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109468523687888830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/typical.html' title='Typical'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109453365557278893</id><published>2004-09-06T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:07:35.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Needed</title><content type='html'>If you can answer yes to all three of these things, please contact me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Enjoy moving heavy objects (i.e. furniture, dishwashers, washer &amp; dryer).&lt;br /&gt;2. Prefer to work for free.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have been hoping to visit exciting Butte, Montana (On your own dime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like I said, if the previous three statements apply to you, a wonderful opportunity may present itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109453365557278893?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109453365557278893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109453365557278893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109453365557278893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109453365557278893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/help-needed.html' title='Help Needed'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109453324028663936</id><published>2004-09-06T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:15:14.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Reunion</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a super Labor Day weekend. I was lucky enough to partake in my 10-year high school reunion. I was sure I'd have plenty of exciting blog material, but the whole thing was fairly subdued. There were no fights, no scandals, and everyone looked pretty much the same. At least so much that I was able to recognize them all. It wasn't real difficult since only 30 or so people showed up. Despite the lack of drama, I had a pretty good time. Hopefully the 20-year will have a better showing. That is, if my heroin addiction allows me to live that long (For those of you who might actually be concerned, I don't have a heroin addiction. Never even tried the stuff. Actually, I just deal it. That's not true either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually glad so few people came. It saved me from having to give the same spiel to 100 people instead of 30. Even better, I only had to listen to 30 different versions of the same spiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109453324028663936?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109453324028663936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109453324028663936' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109453324028663936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109453324028663936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/class-reunion.html' title='Class Reunion'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109410211649759113</id><published>2004-09-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:18:10.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Lashing</title><content type='html'>Watched the &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/ap/20040902/ap_on_el_pr/cvn_convention_rdp&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cid=694&amp;ncid=716"&gt;GOP convention and they really let Kerry have it&lt;/a&gt;. First Zell Miller spoke. He claims he's a Democrat but seemed right at home with the Republicans. He delivered a simply vile speech. At one point, he asked of if Kerry planned on fighting the war on terror with "spit ball." I don't know where he gets off calling himself a Democrat. If you feel that offended and distant from your party, maybe it's time to get off the boat. Don't claim your a Democrat, and then go to opposition's convention and scour them. Plus, the guy is a lunatic. After his speech, he was on Hardball. He got pissed when Chris Matthews interrupted him, so he challenged Matthews to a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheney was next. He used Kerry as a whipping boy as well. I felt both speeches were nasty, but effective. As a Democrat, it made me cringe to watch my candidate get worked over like that. I don't know who's advising Kerry, but they need to learn a little something called offense. No wonder the Republicans are able to portray Dems as soft. Why do we have to watch our candidate get kicked around? That's why people like Howard Dean. At least he had some fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the main reason I'll never be a republican. I would refuse to take part in that stupid flip-flop chant and hand motion that goes on during the convention. What is this, a High School pep rally.? How long did it take the GOP'ers to come up with the choreography for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109410211649759113?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109410211649759113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109410211649759113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109410211649759113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109410211649759113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/tongue-lashing.html' title='Tongue Lashing'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109408855706312332</id><published>2004-09-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T18:32:42.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Butte, like everything else.</title><content type='html'>As I prepare to leave Butte, America, I can't say that I'll miss it, but I definitely have developed feelings for the town. It would be nice, that for the first time in a long time, something would go Butte's way. I remember when I moved here to go to school; I thought things couldn't be much worse. I was wrong. I can't even count all of the businesses that have left Butte in the past three years. I read today that even &lt;a href="http://www.mtstandard.com/articles/2004/09/01/newsbutte_top/hjjfjajijchbjg.txt""target=_blank"&gt;telemarketing companies &lt;/a&gt;are bolting. Last time I checked, location wasn't a real important factor for telemarketing. It's just disappointing to see the hopes of the town raised by some disingenuous entrepreneurs or a hike in the price of copper, only to have them come crumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my father, who grew up here, and I talk about Butte, it seems we are talking about two very different places. He still thinks of Butte as the center of Montana, the town that controlled the politics and economy of Montana for years. I see it as the beginnings of a ghost town. I've lived in Montana my whole life and understand that most of the state is depressed, but not to the level of Butte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all is bad in Butte. I'm very pleased with my education from Montana Tech, really cheap rent, and most of its residences are good people. They are hard working and prideful, and just want some type of opportunity. Unfortunately, I don't believe that opportunity will come. Some will say, "Things can only get better." Well they've been saying that for along time, and things have only gotten worse. Go back to the last days of any ghost town and you’ll hear the same optimism. But the people here are resilient. Most residences would choose to live in Butte and be poor, than live anywhere else and be rich. The people of Butte are resilient and the town will survive, even if it never thrives. If I ever make my millions, I hope I can give Butte a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109408855706312332?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109408855706312332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109408855706312332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109408855706312332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109408855706312332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/09/leaving-butte-like-everything-else.html' title='Leaving Butte, like everything else.'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109366359544560459</id><published>2004-08-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T20:26:35.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I recently googled "&lt;a href="http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/dick-cheney-sex-tape.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dick Cheney sex tape&lt;/a&gt;" and still don't appear. I need to get more hits. Good news is, I &lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=dick+cheney+sex+tape&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;fr=FP-tab-web-t&amp;cop=mss&amp;amp;tab=" target="_blank"&gt;searched &lt;/a&gt;for "Dick Cheney sex tape" on Yahoo! and was #1. Kick Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109366359544560459?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109366359544560459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109366359544560459' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109366359544560459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109366359544560459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109366292044713143</id><published>2004-08-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:15:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale Days</title><content type='html'>Today was my inaugural attempt at running a garage sale. Am moving in 2 weeks, so we want to get rid of nearly everything to reduce the hassle of hauling it around. After looking at the items we've been collecting for the last few years, I've realized we have a lot of shitty stuff. Since we were in school, we felt we needed to take every free or cheap piece of furniture that was offered to us. As a result, there are numerous chairs, two desks, a couch, TV's, TV stands, and two dressers: All of them shitty. I'm almost embarrassed to sell them, especially for the exorbitant asking prices. I know I’d never make a good used car salesman because I feel guilty about trying to sling so many poor quality items. I guess that is the nature of a garage sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot of experience with garage sales. Went to a few in college to pick up cheap household items, a lot of which are being sold in my garage sales. They have become even cheaper and shittier in the years since I bought them. The thing I didn't realize is that there is a whole subculture of garage sale goers. They seem to be a group of people who go to garage sales for the sake of it and to collect odd and useless items. You can tell who they are because they arrive 1/2 hour before the advertised starting time and can quickly figure if the items are shitty (like ours). The hardcores quickly scanned through and left. It wasn't until later in the day, when the average Joes show up, that we started selling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never buy used furniture again. As I was carrying out the couch, I noticed it smelled like stale cigarette smoke. Neither of us smokes, and we've had the thing for four years. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109366292044713143?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109366292044713143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109366292044713143' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109366292044713143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109366292044713143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/garage-sale-days.html' title='Garage Sale Days'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109364020366844202</id><published>2004-08-27T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T15:09:14.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got Problems</title><content type='html'>You know methamphetamine abuse has become a serious problem in your community when the community’s residents consider it the &lt;a href="http://www.mtstandard.com/articles/2004/08/27/newsbutte/hjjfjbhcjcedea.txt"&gt;number #1 cause of concern&lt;/a&gt;. Particularly, when the same community houses a 1 mile X 1.5 mile wide hole, which is quickly filling with poisonous water and is preparing to leak into the ground water. Yes, I am talking about Butte, America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meth is a serious problem and it makes me sick. Who in their right mind would ingest a chemical made by some Cat who probably didn't pass high school chemistry? It not only endangers people, but what often gets forgotten is the poor trailer parks. I used to think trailer parks were safe in Montana. We don't get hurricanes or massive tornadoes, the usual suspects in the destruction of a trailer park. Not safe anymore. On a daily basis, I read about a trailer going up in flames. I used to be sympathetic, "Awwww, what a tragedy." Now I just assume it was a meth lab exploding and am relieved. At least there is one less meth lab around. As sick as it sounds, I chuckle when I hear about a trailer going up in flames because of a meth lab explosion. Serves them right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109364020366844202?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109364020366844202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109364020366844202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109364020366844202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109364020366844202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/weve-got-problems.html' title='We&apos;ve Got Problems'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109315989396578091</id><published>2004-08-22T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T18:17:52.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much for Freedom of Speech</title><content type='html'>I thought the purpose of campaigning was to present yourself to all Americans. Apparently the Bush campaign welcomes anyone, as long as they agree with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/ap/20040822/ap_on_el_pr/bush_heckler_fired&amp;amp;amp;amp;cid=694&amp;amp;ncid=2043"&gt;Fired Heckler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109315989396578091?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109315989396578091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109315989396578091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109315989396578091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109315989396578091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-much-for-freedom-of-speech.html' title='So Much for Freedom of Speech'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109315905825384416</id><published>2004-08-21T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T14:35:34.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened to the 60's</title><content type='html'>Growing up as a Gen Xer, I often assumed that every young person in the 60's was either protesting something or tripping on acid in the Haight. It seems that every news clip, article, or movie about the 60's depicts the Baby Boom generation as peace loving hippies and socially conscience protesters. As I grow older and look at the political landscape, I began to realize this isn't entirely the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby Boomers are now the dominant political figures in our country. Just look at the previous and current presidents and the majority of Congress. What I wonder is, if this generation was so counterculture, than why do conservatives hold much of the power in this country? The only explanation is that the "Peace and Love" generation of the 60's was over exaggerated. I look at Richard Nixon and his 1968 campaign when he reached out to what he called "the silent majority." Nixon believed that most Americans still held on to traditional American values and were not being heard among the chaos of the 1960's. As someone with a BA in history, I believe his plea to this "silent majority" is what won him the election and began this nations migration from New Deal Democrats to Reagan Democrats to Neo-Conservatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe there is a great deal of resentment towards the ideologies and principles that flourished in the 60’s. Just look at the way the term "liberalism" has been demonized by the right wing. A microcosm of this is the recent attacks on John Kerry's Vietnam service by other Vietnam veterans. While many of the attacks focus on his war record, I believe the main source of distain for Kerry revolves around his anti-war position after he got back from Vietnam. I personally don't give any credibility to the "Swift Boat Veterans for Truth". They seem to be motivated by politics rather than true conviction. Regardless, many Vietnam veterans have a legitimate right to be upset with Kerry's accusations about the atrocities committed by American troops in Vietnam. I feel this is an example where a lot of people feel Kerry didn't represent them as Veterans and disparaged their own service and beliefs.  Overall, many Baby Boomers probably feel that the liberal counterculture did not represent them or their beliefs and values. The result is a feeling of resentment and a great fissure between conservatives and liberals in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all speculation. I wasn’t around in the 60’s and can’t properly speak to the feelings and thoughts of those who came of age in that time. I am only trying to understand the world our parents are leaving us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109315905825384416?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109315905825384416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109315905825384416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109315905825384416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109315905825384416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-happened-to-60s.html' title='What Happened to the 60&apos;s'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109285174251003377</id><published>2004-08-18T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T13:04:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you go Marcus</title><content type='html'>In order to get more traffic for this site, I've decided to pimp out my blogging services and take requests for posts. Marcus wanted a post on Tecmo football, so here goes. Basically a short essay on how Tecmo football has made me a better person. In all, I believe there were five or six football games made by Tecmo, but I'll focus on their second version, Tecmo Super Bowl. (Correction. There were two Tecmo Bowls prior to Tecmo Super Bowl. For more info, go to &lt;a href="http://www.sportplanet.com/tsb/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recall a point when Tecmo football controlled my life. In the summer of 1992, I spent the vast amounts of time at said Marcus' home playing season after season of Tecmo. We would each pick a squad- I like the Bills. Marcus usually had the Eagles - and play entire 16 game NFL seasons. Freedog and Ben might have gotten in on the action. Often it went on all day long. Forget about summer jobs or outdoor recreation, this was the way to spend a summer. The best part was that Marcus' basement allowed for very little light. Typically we would both go undefeated and meet in the Super Bowl. It was such a big event, I remember going to the neighbor's house because they had a super big screen TV. It made it seem all that more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of summer, our Tecmo skills were solid. However, by the time I began my Freshman year of college, I found other Tecmo Bowlers who's skills far exceeded mine. Driven by my love of Tecmo, I practiced and practiced until I was one of the elite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, Tecmo taught me that, if I never accomplish another thing in my life, at least I was good at Super Tecmo Bowl. It also taught me about ethics: no paddle peaking and no playing with the Forty Niners. The Nintendo had a boner for Joe Montana and constantly cheated in favor of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who was the most dominate player in Tecmo Super Bowl? Examples might include Bo Jackson, LT, Derrick Thomas, or Christian Okoye. My vote goes to &lt;strong&gt;Randall Cunningham&lt;/strong&gt;. He could beat you on the ground or in the air and was too fast for the Nosetackle trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you consider the "nosetackle trick" unethical? I say it is part of the game, what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109285174251003377?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109285174251003377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109285174251003377' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109285174251003377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109285174251003377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/here-you-go-marcus.html' title='Here you go Marcus'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109260901104812951</id><published>2004-08-15T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T23:39:49.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall of Greek Civilization</title><content type='html'>I've been watching the Olympics in Athens and you know what it reminds me of. Every other Summer Olympics I've watched. I've yet to see any terrorist attacks, buildings collapsing, or Athens falling into the sea. But for the past six months, the mainstream media has made the possibility of tragedy at the games almost inevitable. The Olympics are a positive event, built around friendly competition among nations and outstanding athletic performance. That is what we should all focus on. Not the inevitable catostrophe that the mainstream media seems to predict, or the sappy human interest pieces NBC feeds us during the coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an earlier &lt;a href="http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/cycling-expert.html#comments"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I said I wasn't that excited about the Olympics. Now that they have begun, I am excited. It is exciting to see the best in the world compete at the highest level. I was excited watching the Iraq soccer team beat one of the best in the world, Portugal. Not everything has to be dropped to the lowest common demoninator or turned into an episode of Oprah. Things like the Olympics can stand on their own; we don't need the media or networks creating headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying a terrorist attack cannot happen. All I am saying is that we should have faith that the games are as secure as possible, and enjoy the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109260901104812951?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109260901104812951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109260901104812951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109260901104812951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109260901104812951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/fall-of-greek-civilization.html' title='Fall of Greek Civilization'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109229019393660352</id><published>2004-08-11T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:09:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who Wants to be President"</title><content type='html'>If we really believe it's important for all Americans to vote and take part in the political process, I think I found the solution. People don't want to hear about policy and legislation; They want drama and excitement. That's why we should determine the presidency through a winner-take-all reality T. V. show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an idea for the format. We put them in a house together. Each week they have to take part in some competition. I'm not talking a sissy debate, they should be eating gross things or maybe hand-to-hand combat. Give folks an idea of how they act under pressure. The rest of the time, they have to coexist in a tiny house. We can judge their work ethic based on who cleans more. The producers can test their moral character by keeping the house stocked with booze and bring strippers over on a nightly basis. Edwards and Cheney will be allowed to occassionally spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="264" src="http://www.mtech.edu/njtobin/images/kerry_Bush.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Week 4 of "Who Wants to Be President" pits the candidates in an open martial arts challenge. Each candidate will get one week to practice the martial art of their choice. At weeks end, they get it on, best-out-of-three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On November 2., there will be a big finally, where we Americans can call a toll-free number and vote. The winner gets to be president. The ratings would blow away the conventions or debates, plus we'd get to see Kerry and Bush eat pig intestines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109229019393660352?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109229019393660352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109229019393660352' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109229019393660352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109229019393660352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/who-wants-to-be-president.html' title='&quot;Who Wants to be President&quot;'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109220572734456464</id><published>2004-08-10T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:38:54.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dick Cheney Sex Tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I followed up on my plan to invite friends to my blog. If anyone bothers to look at the number of comments I get, you'll realize that it didn't work. Damn technophobes. Anyway, I've found a number of Montana-based blogs and might try and contact them. I just need a way to fool people into thinking that I have something worthwhile to say. Maybe if I post the Paris Hilton sex tape I'd do better. Better yet, I'll claim I have a Dick Cheney sex tape. It would be frightening, but people would have to watch. Once people showed up, I'd play dumb, "I don't know anything about a Dick Cheney sex tape. I might have a tape of John Ashcroft with a midget." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I wonder if someone were to Google "Dick Cheney sex tape" my blog will come up? I'm going to try it. Wait one sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I published the post and Googled "Dick Cheney sex tape". Nothing yet. I'm hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I don't have sex tapes of either Dick Cheney or John Ashcroft. I hear there are tapes of Cheney talking dirty to Sen. Leahy though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109220572734456464?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109220572734456464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109220572734456464' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109220572734456464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109220572734456464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/dick-cheney-sex-tape.html' title='Dick Cheney Sex Tape'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109209176490805861</id><published>2004-08-09T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T22:52:01.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Vote Cause P-Diddy Told You To</title><content type='html'>I would kind of like to follow up on my last post concerning the "Vote for Change" tour and &lt;a href="http://sradley@blogspot.com"&gt;Bumperhead's &lt;/a&gt;response. I mentioned the musical aspect of the concerts, but didn't really touch on the political agenda. I believe their goal is to get young people out to vote for their candidate. If these celebrities truly want to do good, the should focus on getting young people involved in the political process. While I encourage the 18-24 year old crowd to vote, I don't want them voting because a celebrity told them so. If people like Affleck, Springsteen, and P-Diddy want to encourage young people to vote that's great. But don't try and get them to the polls on the basis that it's the trendy thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way you will ever get anyone interested in politics is through issues. I don't care who says politics is cool, it isn't. It's actually pretty boring. Don't believe me? Try watching C-Span for more than twenty minutes. However, I guarantee that there are very few Americans, who after actually learning about some of the things that go on within our goverment, will not get pissed off in some way or other. In order for democracy to truly work, people have to understand what they are voting for. That is why I hope these entertainers are actually focused on empowering these young voters and not using them to get Bush out of office. The fact is, while I think everyone should vote, if a person is not prepared to study the issues and candidates, they should stay at home on November 2. Don't vote because P-Diddy says you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109209176490805861?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109209176490805861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109209176490805861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109209176490805861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109209176490805861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/dont-vote-cause-p-diddy-told-you-to.html' title='Don&apos;t Vote Cause P-Diddy Told You To'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109174744615402446</id><published>2004-08-05T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T00:18:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taunt the Candidates</title><content type='html'>If you are like me, you probably think both candidates for the presidential election suck. That's why I like when people make fun of them. Here's a link to a site that has created a musical video starring both George W. and Kerry. You'll get a good laugh; I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/"&gt;http://www.jibjab.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on the big image with "click to play" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this lineup for a concert series? They all won't be on the same bill, but any combination (most of them) would be worth seeing. For example, Springsteen and REM will appear together. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic 5&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;James Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Ben Harper&lt;br /&gt;My Morning Jacket&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Browne&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie Raitt&lt;br /&gt;John Fogerty&lt;br /&gt;Keb' Mo'&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;John Mellencamp&lt;br /&gt;Kenny "Babyface" Edmonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the acts that will perform a series of concerts from now until the election in support of John Kerry. The tour is entitled the "&lt;a href="http://www.moveonpac.org/vfc/"&gt;Vote for Change Tour&lt;/a&gt;". Problems is, they are only playing in states that are "in play" for the election like Ohio, Florida, and Minnesota. Apparently, Montana is not in play this election season. We could find out Bush enjoys killing puppies and kittens and this state would still go for him. The only way Bush won't get Montana's electoral votes is if he announces Dick Cheney and he are getting married in Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109174744615402446?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109174744615402446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109174744615402446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109174744615402446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109174744615402446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/taunt-candidates.html' title='Taunt the Candidates'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109168916826357882</id><published>2004-08-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:40:21.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evel Kneivel Days</title><content type='html'>Let me talk about the town I currently live in (until the end of the month anyway). For the past three years, the town of Butte America has decided to hold a celebration on the last weekend in July. The purpose of this celebration is to honor the achievements and heroism of Butte's favorite son, Evel Kneivel. If you didn't catch that, Butte holds a three-day celebration for Evel Knievel, the man who was made famous by jumping things (often unsuccessfully) with his motorcycle and not paying his taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how things play out. The locals and a posse of bikers (not &lt;a href="http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/cycling-expert.html#comments"&gt;cyclists&lt;/a&gt;) stand in the streets uptown and drink. I'm not sure how it always goes, but I think Evel himself drinks with them. I wonder if he gets his drink for free since it's his party. The first year they held a concert (I think it was Joan Jett, maybe Pat Benatar). The past two years they've done away with the big musical act and have focused strictly on drinking. That is until the last night of the festivities, when one of Evel's old cronies named Spanky performs some death-defying stunt. These stunts involve Spanky jumping off the tallest building in town or jumping a car over other cars. This year he mixed it up by jumping off the tallest building in town.... Are you ready for this?... WHILE ON FIRE!!!!! Way to mix it up Spanky. In the end, it's just a reason to stand in the streets uptown and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think the whole Evel Kneivel Days thing is catching on. As I was flipping through the channels this past weekend, I came across not once, not twice, but three times, a running of a made for TV movie about Evel's life. This thing is going nationwide. Before we all know it, Evel Knievel Days will be a national holiday and we'll all get off work (well, those of you who have jobs will get off work). I think every community needs a three day week-end devoted to drinking in the streets, culminated by some guy jumping off something or jumping over something. The only way I will vote for Bush is if he declares Evel Knievel Days a national holiday. Maybe he'll read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109168916826357882?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109168916826357882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109168916826357882' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109168916826357882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109168916826357882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/evel-kneivel-days.html' title='Evel Kneivel Days'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109159117534996139</id><published>2004-08-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T00:02:52.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling Expert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I decided I'm not that excited about the upcoming Olympics. I don't think we as Americans get the same thrill from victory as other nations mainly because we expect to win everything. If we do win, it’s not exciting because we were supposed to. It’s even worse if we lose because the other nations get such a kick out of beating us. I was watching an exhibition game between the U.S. basketball team, full of NBA superstars, and Italy's national team. Italy beat the piss out of us, and you would have thought they won WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night on "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/billmaher/"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Real Time with Bill Maher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;" he was discussing American reaction to the Tour De France. He basically said that rooting for Lance Armstrong doesn't make you a cycling expert, it just means you like it when Americans beat foreigners. He’s right; I do like it when Americans beat foreigners. However, the reason we like it so much is because cycling is an international sport and Americans aren’t necessarily supposed to win. When we do win, we can claim ourselves as the underdogs and say Americans just work harder and have more heart than the rest of the world. I do believe Americans have larger hearts, but that’s due to a high fatty diet. The problem is that the sports in which we are underdogs are fairly limited. Unless the U.S. wins the World Cup, I don’t think we will every experience anything like the U.S. hockey team in 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is, we have to be content with winning. We also have to grin and bear it when another nation’s athlete or team beats ours and they declare a national holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109159117534996139?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109159117534996139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109159117534996139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109159117534996139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109159117534996139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/cycling-expert.html' title='Cycling Expert'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109143296126981600</id><published>2004-08-02T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T01:04:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold-em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really don't have anything to say. I'll go off anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, like much of America, have become a Hold-em poker junky. I spend much of my free time (which is extensive these days) playing Yahoo! Hold-em when I should be looking for a job. My justification is that I'll make my millions at the poker table. After I sharpen my teeth at Yahoo's fake money tables, I'll be ready for Vegas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'll watch it whenever. I'll watch tournaments on ESPN, Fox Sports, the Travel Channel; I'll even watch Celebrity Poker on Bravo. I don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hear that bitch Ben Affleck won some tournament and gets to play in the World Series of Poker. If his sorry ass can do it so can I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109143296126981600?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109143296126981600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109143296126981600' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109143296126981600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109143296126981600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/hold-em.html' title='Hold-em'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109134738867702635</id><published>2004-08-01T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T00:07:00.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This isn't working out for me. I intended for this blog to actually be viewed. The idea was, friends who live in other parts of the country could get updates on what I was up to and also post their own daily activities. Out of sheer laziness, I haven't mentioned to any of them that I have a blog and that they should join in. I don't think I've even talked to any of them since I started the blog. I just keep writing in hopes that I actually let them in. At least they'll be able to read the archives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Job hunting sucks. It seems that when I got my Bachelors, the jobs I wanted all required a Masters degree. Now that I have a Masters, all the jobs I want require actual experience. Thats what they say anyway. Maybe I need a doctorate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent the previous week watching entirely too much of the Democratic convention thinking I might learn something interesting. Here's what I learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. John Kerry was in Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. John Kerry was a war hero in Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Hope is on the way (or is it help is on the way).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. John Kerry was in Vietnam and also a war hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The thing I like about politicians is that they tell you they have great ideas, but don't feel like they need to clue us in as to what they might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, the convention was boring, repetetive, and not particularly enlightenting. Regardless, I think the networks could allow the candidate more than an hour. Its not like these things are going on every sweeps season. They're every four years and seem kind of important. It's only introducing the man who might be leader of the free world to the nation. You can't tell me that shows like "Who Wants to be my Dad" or "Wife Swap" deserve the same amount of time as the nominees' acceptance speeches. The cable news channels aren't any better. After Kerry was finished, all CNN could talk about was the fucking balloons. Then there is Joe Scarborough at MSNBC. He went on for fifteen minutes about how Kerry "rushed" through the speech. Don't worry about what was said, I want a president who properly paces his speeches. If I live in a nation where a balloon malfunction becomes an issue in a presidential election, I'm moving to Canada and taking Michael Moore with me. Fortunately, we're smarter than both politicians and media give us credit for. That's why I'm all about &lt;a href="http://www.c-span.org"&gt;C-Span&lt;/a&gt;. Sure its boring, but at least it doesn't pretend not to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can barely wait for the Republican convention. That will be a real barnburner. I already know what I'll learn from the convention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. John Kerry is a flip-flopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. John Kerry is a flip-flopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. John Kerry is a flip-flopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When did the term flip-flopper become a cool buzz word in the media. Who actually calls someone a flip-flopper? Couldn't the Republicans come up with something a little more dignified? How bout calling him "Mr. Changes Positions Alot". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109134738867702635?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109134738867702635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109134738867702635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109134738867702635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109134738867702635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/08/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109081305382252238</id><published>2004-07-25T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T23:25:17.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin it going</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is day two of my blog and I haven't missed a day yet. I haven't yet figured out the particulars of the thing, but I think its important to keep it going before I file it under the same part of my brain as "paying bills" and "finding a job".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just an update from yesterday. I found out what the Civil Air Patrol is. Well sort of. Apparently they are a government agency affiliated with the Air Force. They take teen cadets and train them for something. I was right when I believed they were involved with homeland security. Sorry Civil Air Patrol cadeters. Thought I was being shaken down. It still doesn't answer why they were having a raffle, and why the "Commander" was playing cuddly with some chick while the thugs, I mean cadets, were guilting me into giving them a buck. Anyway, visit the &lt;a href="http://www.cap.gov"&gt;Civil Air Patrol&lt;/a&gt; site and learn for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In other news, I went to the family cabin today. Had a great hike and a nice visit with my Grandmother. We hiked about three miles up a trail where the Forest Service had just built a walking bridge over a creek (crik for us Montanans). Apparently, the Forest Service didn't feel the need to haul the materials up, so they flew it in by helicopter. They must have had to justify the use of the helicopter because the bridge is ridiculous. You could drive an SUV accross it. I always thought the old bridge was fine. It fit better in the surroundings and they had to cut down half the trees in the area to fit the helicopter. I think I'm going to start looking for work within the federal government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109081305382252238?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109081305382252238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109081305382252238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109081305382252238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109081305382252238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/07/keepin-it-going.html' title='Keepin it going'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740518.post-109073974724954966</id><published>2004-07-24T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T00:39:03.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my first attempt at blogging and I have a sad feeling it will probably be my last. To avoid that, since I do like the idea, I will set up some goals that I hope to achieve with my blog, and also some things I would like to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, before I began my own blog, I scoured through weblogs directories to see what the standard operating procedures are for a blog. As I've found out, blogging can be pretty dangerous and its good to have a heads up. Through my searches, I found a lot of things that I like and a lot of things that I thought were a great waste of time. Mostly I felt creepy. As a result, I will make a list, a sort of mission statement, for this blog. And if I never write on it again, at least it will have had a promising start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Discuss the daily happenings of my life&lt;/strong&gt; - personal, politics, but mostly observations. I contantly notice things that strike me as odd, but seem accepted as normal. Most of which occur at the local Walmart. Can someone tell me what the Civil Air Patrol is? Everytime I go to Walmart there are these juvenile delinquents dressed in military fatigues that must have been bought at the local Army/Navy store. I'm pretty sure they're not with the military since they hustle me to buy a raffle ticket everytime I go through the doors. I don't remember the Army or Navy putting on a raffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I always buy a $1 raffle ticket because I don't want to look unpatriotic to all the rednecks I'm surrounded by. Next thing you know, Homeland Security will be at my door. "Son, don't you realize its your duty as an American to support the Civil Air Patrol? Don't you love your country? Are you with Al-Quaeda?," asks Tom Ridge. I've come up with two conclusions, the Civil Air Patrol is either the United States secret weapon against terrorists, or they are thugs dressed in military gear ripping me off. I'd prefer to stop going to Walmart, but when it is the only game in town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the goals. Ahhh hell with it. The goal thing is entirely too much work. I'll just write about how I think my buddy Steve in New York should fuck himself for tricking me into moving to this dump. "Hey, you should move to Butte. Once that is done, I'll move to New York City. That way you can keep an eye on the Civil Air Patrol while I experience culture and go to Met games." He never said that, but I can read into his motives. I don't even think he likes the Mets. That's me. That's what I would like to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7740518-109073974724954966?l=ntobes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/feeds/109073974724954966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7740518&amp;postID=109073974724954966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109073974724954966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7740518/posts/default/109073974724954966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntobes.blogspot.com/2004/07/christening.html' title='Christening'/><author><name>NT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
