<?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-25486404</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:43:35.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot Box</title><subtitle type='html'>Exercising the right of free speech while dreaming of something better.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02459948811747681592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/18/92420311_506986a791_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25486404.post-115061382022725420</id><published>2006-06-18T02:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:57:00.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With a sad heart I say bye to you and wave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hate Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Blue October held feelings for other people close to me but I never assumed it would hold such feelings for me later down the road.  I supposed I lost what you could call a "close friend" today.  We had fights before but I guess it wasn't a strong enough friendship to last three big disagreements.  I remember in January when I was dealing with massive withdrawal problems due to Topamax and some other heavy migraine/pain reliever medication mess.  I was so irritable and confused all of the time.  I lashed out at everyone.  I don't know why everyone stuck with me like they did.  I remember the night in April when I had just come home from my trip in Europe and I felt like shit because of my family and their stupid little feuds.  The solitary person on my buddy list was a quiet voice saying "I'm here for you" during a time when I was quite lost and afraid.  I guess this is where I made my mistake.  I became dependent on having someone to talk to regularly at night before I went to sleep.  Of course, they didn't understand my problems or it was too fucking late at night (12:30 AM on a school night?) for me to put a logical thought together.  It got to the point where the person I thought cared about me was pulling me in the completely opposite direction that I wanted and dreamed about since I started high school.  I was also beginning to get irritated by the battery of tests my doctor was assigning to me.  I began to close my emotional door to people by mid-May.  The end of May, with one last procedure (what I thought, anyway), I couldn't take it anymore.  I ignored people's calls and messages and became my old January self again.  I couldn't figure out wether it was the heavy pain medication or not, but I know I hurt others when I shut them out.  One I lost forever, one I lost temporarily.  Deep down, I hoped both were gone for forever.  But I was wrong.  I felt myself dependent again, that maybe they would understand this time.  But no, I was wrong twice.  I always hated being wrong.  So, now they're gone because I chose to live my dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here's to leaving everything behind in a year and starting a new life with everything different and me depending on me for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; An ounce of peace is all I want for you, will you never call again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And will you never say you that love me just to put in my face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And will you never try to reach me? it is I that wanted space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And in a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me in ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah ways hard to swallow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And like a baby boy I never was a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Until I saw your blue eyes bright and I held your face in my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And then fell down yelling “make it go away!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just make a smile come back and shine just like is used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And then she whispered “how can you do this to me?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me in ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah ways hard to swallow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25486404-115061382022725420?l=idiotb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/feeds/115061382022725420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25486404&amp;postID=115061382022725420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/115061382022725420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/115061382022725420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/2006/06/with-sad-heart-i-say-bye-to-you-and.html' title='With a sad heart I say bye to you and wave...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02459948811747681592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/18/92420311_506986a791_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25486404.post-114884167331182039</id><published>2006-05-28T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:27:51.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Held The World In Your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Because of you I tried my hardest just to forget everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I saw my great aunt and great uncle's grave today for the first time in almost 5 years.  For real, it was the first time in my life.  I had a feeling there wouldn't be anything good coming from it even before I knew I would go there.  I know this sounds overdramatic, but it brought back a slew of memories from a time when things were loads better with our family.  No grudges or hurt feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You got a lot of nerve coming here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that didn't sound [emotionally] hard enough for me, several people who I knew from my compulsive lying days approached me about the one thing that had been haunting me lately.  Around three summers ago, I told a white lie about my age thinking it wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass.  It wouldn't have been so bad if my boyfriend's AND my ex-boyfriend's mother had approached me and asked if I was in college yet.  I answered back stammering at first, while the lie came out at first and then I attempted to cover it up when they probed into it more.  Then they realized what I was trying to say and swore that they thought I was older than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; I, like a rock, sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is get away from this fucking place, even if it's only two hours away (not anywhere near northern Delaware or southern Pennsylvania, God, that would be even worse), it would help my nerves.  I've made too many mistakes and screwed with too many people's lives to live in peace here.  This place holds nothing but more heartbreak and tears and I don't want that to happen to the people I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingredients trapped up inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimse of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; I guess the hard shell represents your pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Oh, if only it could be different we could uncover the you, you deny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Between two, a small discrepency, one complicates and one simplifies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my apology to anyone who reads this and has felt shunned by me or hurt by me or have felt that I don't like them without a reason in anyway.  Even though no one will read this who needs to read it, I feel a little bit better writing this if that's even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Whatever tomorrow brings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's three years late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So how does it feel, to be three years late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And watching your youth drift away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What seems different, seems different today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25486404-114884167331182039?l=idiotb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/feeds/114884167331182039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25486404&amp;postID=114884167331182039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114884167331182039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114884167331182039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-held-world-in-your-arms.html' title='You Held The World In Your Arms'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02459948811747681592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/18/92420311_506986a791_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25486404.post-114659892150871455</id><published>2006-05-02T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:19:44.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Fool</title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25486404-114659892150871455?l=idiotb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/feeds/114659892150871455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25486404&amp;postID=114659892150871455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114659892150871455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114659892150871455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/2006/05/everybodys-fool.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Fool'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02459948811747681592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/18/92420311_506986a791_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25486404.post-114632955900940571</id><published>2006-04-29T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:58:22.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Say Can You...Si?</title><content type='html'>I agree with President Bush on at least &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/587/story/400692.html"&gt;one thing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think people who want to be a citizen of this country ought to learn  English and they ought to learn to sing the national anthem in English," Bush  said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My dad used to wear a t-shirt that said "Speak English or Die!"  I don't think we should go that far though but it would be nice if they at least TRIED to put their brains to a good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more reason to become an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expatriate"&gt;expatriate&lt;/a&gt; in the coming years if money and life allow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25486404-114632955900940571?l=idiotb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/feeds/114632955900940571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25486404&amp;postID=114632955900940571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114632955900940571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114632955900940571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-say-can-yousi.html' title='Oh Say Can You...Si?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02459948811747681592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/18/92420311_506986a791_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25486404.post-114463569387170121</id><published>2006-04-09T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:21:33.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hermit</title><content type='html'>Usually I don't like to post my quiz results, but I find this one interesting enough to keep.  It's pretty meaningful to me at this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="'font-size:;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are The Hermit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/hermit.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a great deal of wisdom and the ability to see people for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always looking ahead at the future, developing visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loner, you tend to travel by yourself through life, seeking your own truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't crave material things or fancy titles. You have no baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that there is a unknown guiding figure in your life, ready to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is find this person and seek their advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also possible that you need to start seeking the meaning of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there's some deep thinking you need to undertake, and it needs to be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25486404-114463569387170121?l=idiotb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/feeds/114463569387170121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25486404&amp;postID=114463569387170121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114463569387170121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114463569387170121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/2006/04/hermit.html' title='The Hermit'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02459948811747681592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/18/92420311_506986a791_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25486404.post-114429253479781118</id><published>2006-04-05T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:02:14.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dA Feature #1</title><content type='html'>I decided to feature photographs from websites I'm a member of that I like.  The first photographer I've chosen is located on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Portugal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/6818/fotos16ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/6818/fotos16ds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2879/2663/1600/all_star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2879/2663/320/all_star.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the rest of xsmartpatrolx's work &lt;a href="http://xsmartpatrolx.deviantart.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25486404-114429253479781118?l=idiotb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/feeds/114429253479781118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25486404&amp;postID=114429253479781118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114429253479781118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114429253479781118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/2006/04/da-feature-1.html' title='dA Feature #1'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02459948811747681592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/18/92420311_506986a791_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25486404.post-114427144289890166</id><published>2006-04-05T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:10:42.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation of the title...</title><content type='html'>Why&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Idiot Box&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a music geek, you could say.  I like to use music I like in everything (I bet the copyright police would love to get to know me one day).  If you happen to look at my &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/roxya/"&gt;last.fm&lt;/a&gt; profile, you will see Incubus is one of my most played bands since I signed up in December.  It might be because I have four of their albums.  Anyway, Idiot Box has a cool beat and it's got a good message about T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you can't make me think like you, mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've got a message for all those who think that they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can etch his words inside my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; T.V., what do I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me who to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What's the use of autonomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when a button does it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So listen up, glisten up  closely all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who've seen the fuckin' eye ache too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's time to step away from cable train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when we finally see the subtle light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; think quirk in evolution will begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to let us live and recreate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; T.V., what do I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me who to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; what's the use of autonomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when a button does it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; T.V., what should I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me who should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let's do our mom a favor and drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a new god off a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let me see past the fatuous knocks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let you see past the feathers and flocks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and help me plant a bomb in this idiot box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From the depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to the tops of the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to the seat of a lazy boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; staring at a silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=257"&gt;songmeanings.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25486404-114427144289890166?l=idiotb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/feeds/114427144289890166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25486404&amp;postID=114427144289890166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114427144289890166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25486404/posts/default/114427144289890166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idiotb.blogspot.com/2006/04/explanation-of-title.html' title='Explanation of the title...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02459948811747681592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/18/92420311_506986a791_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
