<?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-939253108945938767</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:34:58.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>709</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-3692486466356080865</id><published>2009-03-22T21:57:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:02:35.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they come in threes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This was an interesting week for me in a lot of ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend I got a BMW, got lost, bought a pair of shorts that are too big on me, ate at taco bell, went rock climbing for the first time in a long time, practiced my french and might be passing up a huge decision in my life because i'm too much of a pussy to make my mind up one way or the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, it's been that kind of week.&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/939253108945938767-3692486466356080865?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/3692486466356080865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=3692486466356080865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3692486466356080865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3692486466356080865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-come-in-threes.html' title='they come in threes'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-353728046712629751</id><published>2009-03-08T15:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:02:16.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I stole this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petithiboux.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;petit hiboux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; so that i could procrastinate on this fine sunday instead of doing what i'm really supposed to be doing, work. Anyway, it's kinda interesting to see that the word I say or write the most is really, really? You can go waste time yourself and do it over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wordle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SbRcOKRrSOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aDLwXcpAJM8/s1600-h/wordle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SbRcOKRrSOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aDLwXcpAJM8/s400/wordle.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310971258923075810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-353728046712629751?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/353728046712629751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=353728046712629751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/353728046712629751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/353728046712629751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2009/03/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SbRcOKRrSOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aDLwXcpAJM8/s72-c/wordle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-2015429972257091175</id><published>2009-03-03T11:12:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:17:25.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going on one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A few years back I had a girlfriend who moved to another city. I think you guys know who i'm talking about but she'll remain nameless for this little entry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she didn't know anyone there and was just starting a new job. Needless to say it wasn't the best of times for her. The new job was hard and not having friends was even harder but I think the final straw was that me, her boyfriend, was living back at home in the comfort of complete familiarity and all of my friends. I was having a grand old time, starting a new job (I didn't really want but was excited to have) and being back in the city with all my old high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well, her and I would talk on the phone and she would explain to me that she wasn't happy for various reasons. I could understand that, i told her to try and go out there and make some friends (which is not an easy task by any means) or at least to go out there and try and get some hobbies or do some extra cerricular activities. You know, to meet people, to occupy time and just to generally make yourself feel better. Cause there is nothing worse than sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself cause you got no friends and have nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know the relationship ended a few months after that. I blame the downfall mostly on the situation not on her. The new city, the no friends and the boyfriend who was having a hoot. Not really a good combo for a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's now a few years later and I've moved to a new city myself. And i've realized that I should also be taking my own advice. Just like I'm sure she felt back then, I feel now. Just time to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps, right?&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/939253108945938767-2015429972257091175?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/2015429972257091175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=2015429972257091175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2015429972257091175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2015429972257091175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-on-one.html' title='going on one'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-3537699699536026737</id><published>2009-03-03T00:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:16:15.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say you are what you eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dinner goes as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A whole avocado eaten with a spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A glass of V8 juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A frozen pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With pretzels on the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A glass of coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.babybel.com/"&gt;Babybel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and some bread to finish it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...They might be onto something.&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/939253108945938767-3537699699536026737?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/3537699699536026737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=3537699699536026737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3537699699536026737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3537699699536026737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-say-you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='they say you are what you eat'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8729632202524635356</id><published>2009-02-25T01:52:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:17:33.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year+a dinner+get a grip= too early to tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this coming monday will be my one year anniversary at work. That's right, i've been at DDB for a full year now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what to say about it though. I mean, i love being here living my dream but (and yes there is always a but) it still feels like i'm missing something. I'm not really sure what that is yet but once I find out i'll be sure and let you know. But besides that I'm happy to be here and DDB has treated me well, better than a lot of people these days so i can't frown on that. Hopefully the next one year will be that much better.&lt;br /&gt;So today i did the laundry, went running, grocery shopping and just finished dinner. Now i'm pretty sure i've already showed you guys this receipe before but I haven't made it in a while and it turned out fantastical. I mean, it really couldn't get much easier. So here is a recap:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken&lt;br /&gt;mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;Sour cream and Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;- 3 parts sour cream and one part dijon&lt;br /&gt;Cook the chicken first then throw in the mushrooms for a couple of mins and then throw in your sauce and mix all that goodness up for a min or two. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't have much (as in no) vegetables so you'll see the Maille pickels add a nice color contrast and in my glass is some V8. So i'm good with the veggies, kinda. Oh yeah and you can't forget the baguette. What would a proper dinner be without one? Not proper is the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/dinner022809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II - get a grip (written earlier this week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed, obviously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you get older everything changes, actually not older, just as time passes. I think there is a difference there. Things can change in 3 months as fast as they can change in 3 years. Thinking of it as just getting older just because of change is wrong. You make things happen to yourself and some things just come to happen because of things that happen around you. I don't really think getting "older" has anything to do with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, Things have changes and yes, I've gotten older....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't write much anymore. I used to write every couple of days and I loved it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't stay up as late as i used to, thanks to my job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've become a quasi alcoholic. Probably thanks to that too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I read many more books that I used to. And I'm really happy about that. I would almost rather read a book than watch a movie which for those of you who know me is pretty amazing. If i really like the book that is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I play just as many video games as I used to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I understand the need to have someone there. I just don't understand it enough to have someone there all the time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Priorities have changed in my life. From doing what I wanted to do to being what I think I want to be. But those are often based on what I am doing that particular night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But there are also a lot of things that haven't changed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still like to stay up and will use any excuse to do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will still die soon, before any of you I hope. I don't want to go to any of your funerals, ever. So please don't die before me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to live in the south of france with you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&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/939253108945938767-8729632202524635356?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8729632202524635356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8729632202524635356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8729632202524635356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8729632202524635356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeara-dinnerget-grip-to-early-to-tell.html' title='a year+a dinner+get a grip= too early to tell'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-2630169915822056577</id><published>2009-02-16T22:03:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:35:52.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>extended stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a while since i've put anything up in here but really, who's reading this? Nobody, So I don't really feel bad about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sitting on my bed in my comfy addidas track pants pondering life and scouring the internet for apartments I can't afford or won't accept to live in. It's a pretty depressing thing really and I usually give up within fifteen minutes. Hence me writing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As most of you will have noticed Valentines Day was this weekend. I really noticed it on saturday night as I walking thru the grocery story getting previsions for the my evening. As opposed to the usual person (as in the number one) there were couples everywhere. I guess even valentines day makes grocery shopping fun for the both of em. Or maybe one doesn't trust the other enough to get the stuff they really want to make that night special for them. Or maybe it's just about spending those few extra minutes together. Either way couples where out in force walking hand in hand, smiling at each other and even the occasional nuzzle when they were waiting for the light to turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It really was kind of was bizzare to see (most) everyone in pairs. Walking around the grocery store I felt like I was the odd man out cause I hadn't paired up with a buddy at the door. That's what buddies are for, to make sure the other didn't go missing in the many rows of frozen food and canned goods. Me making sure she didn't forget anything on her list and steering us clear of the other "buddies" that always seem to be going down the aisle in the opposite direction, blocking our path. Going to the cash register together and then saying a goodbye at the  automatic doors, acknowledging it was better to shop in tandem than taking the risk of braving it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The grocery store can be a scary place sometimes.&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/939253108945938767-2630169915822056577?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/2630169915822056577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=2630169915822056577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2630169915822056577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2630169915822056577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2009/02/extended-stay.html' title='extended stay'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1132898881328220399</id><published>2008-12-07T13:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:41:28.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may or may not have left my bag at the strip club last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, yeah, i did. But to be fair and try and make an excuse for it I had to check it in when i got there and then just totally forgot about it. Usually it's with me at all times so when I left.... at 3:30  in the morning.... I kinda forgot that i came with it. So whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Other than that things have been crazy busy over here, work, play and heavy meditation. Not all things are going well but enough to keep me going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For you fine kids down south I will be gracing you with my presence in T-minus 12 days. So get ready for me to steal your money at poker, beat you at the video game of your choice, take you thrift store shopping with me, listen to me talk about Kenzo too much and about how much I missed him, listen to loud music while ridding in the volvo, eating some fine tex-mex, visiting cecils often, hanging out with my cousin, listen to me telling you why San Francisco is awesome and why you should move there cause it's kind of like a million time better than texas, and just generally ramble on about the few things I have had time to do since i've been here. Which really isn't that much. So yeah, see you in less that two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-1132898881328220399?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1132898881328220399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1132898881328220399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1132898881328220399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1132898881328220399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-may-or-may-not-have-left-my-bag-at.html' title='I may or may not have left my bag at the strip club last night'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-9147695291327410638</id><published>2008-11-24T00:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:01:57.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I've got homework for everyone. Find out what time of the day you were born. And now sit there and think about if you "wake up" at that time. Cause I know I was born at midnight and well, that's exactly the time my brain wakes up. It kinda sucks when you have to work at nine to five but I do what I can... like right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-9147695291327410638?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/9147695291327410638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=9147695291327410638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/9147695291327410638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/9147695291327410638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/11/midnight.html' title='Midnight'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6751802346003292339</id><published>2008-11-22T13:23:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:40:37.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the next 3 digit blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so last night and this morning consisted of a lot of things: Zombies, ladies with no skin on and a new phone game I came up with. So where to start? Ok, with the zombies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It started as a place to hide from the zombies, in a small crappy pretty much wood shack that i didn't know my mom owned. There were a lot of us trying to cram into this one little upstairs studio, including my deceased grand mother (nice to see you grandma, nice to see things haven't changed). So I started getting antsy and well decided to go out there and kill some zombies. I'm not gonna lit there were a lot. As I ran towards the crowd of dead humans recently turned into zombies it all turned into a video game.... who couldn't see that coming? Yeah, that's it, thats the point of that story, let's move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was a lady, I was a man. I was a doctor, or a doctors assistant anyway. I was at work and the procedure began in  a large white room, there was a handful of us watching and helping. That poor woman was dead and he was opening her up to take a look inside. The skin was cut down across her jaw line and around the top of her head. It was pealed back onto the table. The skin was cut all the way down her abdomen and down her stomach exposing all that was inside. Mike was reading off the list,  checking off all her different part. Stomach was there, liver, small intestine. lungs, bladder, etc. There were a couple of people in the corner of the room talking and someone else walked by saying hi to mike as he's doing this, nobody is paying much attention. Theres a slight gargle that come from the stomach and mike responds to it "You full a gas huh, don't blame you". As he keeps messing around in there pocking and having fun another noise now comes out of the body but more from the throat region. Mike jumps at that and screams. Now people are paying attention as am I of course, real attention now as Mike says "That's impossible" and right when he finished saying that the body starts to twitch, then move more and more. Everyone is backing up slowly sticking towards the corner forming a tighter  group while the body now sits up. The woman now gets off the table to stand up, mumbles something and stumbling a bit. Everyone is frozen quiet, nothing. We watch this pile of blood and guts start moving a bit before she starts to realize something is wrong with her. To remedy the "openess: she basically just does a hair flick but with her entire body and magically all the skin falls back into place, where it once was, now with large gapping gashes from one end to the other. She can't see though and she doesn't know we're all in the corner of the room just staring at her, wondering what her next move is gonna be. She starts feeling out her surroundings and find what she is looking for, a stack of her clothes, a flowy dress that she easily puts on, it's almost like a hospital dress but one she like and thinks she looks good in. The problem now becomes that she realizes there is something wrong with her and she's on a mission to find out why and what has happened. She starts shuffling towards the door and all of us bunch in tighter being extremely quite as not to get her attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She opens the door and starts walking down the hall towards the reception area clearly following her memory of the place. We all shuffle by the door to watch as shes doing this, all of us still completely amazed she is walking around but also realizing that Mike fucked up, big time. It seems that at the exact moment I start realizing this she does as well and reaches for her iphone, Mike is the last person she called so she just has to press talk and its gonna ring. And Mike knows exactly what she is doing. He starts freaking out running into a corner and pulling the phone out of is pocket knowing that if it starts to ring we'll all be found by the sound of his phone. She's putting up to her hear.... waiting. Nothing from Mikes phone, good. A few people go out the door and head the opposite direction she is going, wanting to get as far away from here as possible, I can't, I have to watch this mystery unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She reaches the reception area calling out a name but it's empty, no one is there and even if there was I doubt anyone would have responded seeing the site of a flappy skinned blind woman walking down the hall. Convinced there is no one there, with no where to go she turns around to head back to the room. At this point all of us are standing in the double doorway just watching what she was doing and we now realize we are in her way. People around me start to slowly walk away, some backwards, some take the to hallway but all very very light footed as the slightest sound might get her attention and we would all loose this game. It has now become a game of hide and go seek with a blind lady. As people are moving away i'm stunned, just sitting there not knowing where to go and my decision is taking too long. She is getting closer so i decide that the closer the better. I'm going to walk right past her and go the direction she came from cause I know she won't be going back that way when she reaches the room and the people in the room will be screwed cause they'll be stuck in there with her. So I start off slow, barely letting my feet touch the floor as i flail my arms in the air, as if that move is gonna me weight less and therefore make less noise when my feet touch the ground. One step... two steps, we're almost right next to each other. My third step would put us neck and neck, i would be home free after that but as the rubber of my shoe hits the lanoleum my shoe gives off a scream of pain as if i just killed it and she automatically turns her head. I freeze... waiting, thinking and knowing full well in about a second she's gonna reach out there and touch me. And then what? So I act fast, do a little shuffle and pretend that i was coming to see her this whole time. Clear my throat and gently ask "Excuse me miss, you shouldn't be out of your room". She does a little jolt, seemingly a bit surprised to finally be talking to someone. If she was actually blind she would have known that I couldn't just magically appear or should I say hear there all of a sudden. But she wasn't so to her she just hadn't heard me coming. "I think my doctor has left, why can't I see?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Well it looks like you should have left you're bed, they might not be done with you." I make something up and... "A lot of doctors got called for an emergency so let me take you back to your room. Get you back in your bed".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She accepts that answer and I gently grab her arm to guide her back to her room, the loose skin not quite matching her movement. As we walk into the room I still see everyone standing completely still in the corners fearing being caught and loosing as i had. I kinda smile as I sit her down and I look around the room at everyone. "Now try not to move around too much and relax till the doctor comes back" I say as I turn and head for the door. I see someone twitch thinking they're gonna follow me out the door but they miss they're window and are motionless again. I walk to the doorway with the double doors, do a 180, spread my arms open and grab both of the open doors. Take another look at everyone frozen around the room and then say "I'm sure someone will be here soon to help you out ms". And with that i pull my hands together closing both the doors shut. I smile to myself turn around and walk down the hallway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, that took a while huh? Well, onto the third thing. This one is a fun little game you do if you have your cell phone and you're bored or like me if its a saturday morning and you don't want to get out of bed cause it's too early and you have a bit of a hang-over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(You may need a special kind of phone, the ones that show you the state when you put in the 10 digit number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So basically you just start typing numbers and get weird area codes to see what state their from. like type in 714.555.5555 that's California. Keep going, ever wonder what 242 area code is? Go ahead, do it! (That's a fun one too). Can you figure out the area code for St. Lucia? I did this morning. Go ahead, have yourself some fun. I know it took up a good 20-30 mins of my time just finding out all the area codes of the USA, fun stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-6751802346003292339?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6751802346003292339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6751802346003292339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6751802346003292339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6751802346003292339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/11/next-3-digit-blog.html' title='the next 3 digit blog'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1973375719857472145</id><published>2008-11-15T13:01:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:12:15.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for much this year. I know times have been hard and that the north pole melting is probably not helping you out too much either, loosing all those elves to drownings can't be to good for production. So this is what i want, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane ticket back to you Houston for christmas, this link might help you out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bringfrenchmatthome.com/"&gt;http://bringfrenchmatthome.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the motorized walking AT-AT, here is where you can find that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.lego.com/Product/?p=10178"&gt;http://shop.lego.com/Product/?p=10178&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Santa, see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-1973375719857472145?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1973375719857472145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1973375719857472145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1973375719857472145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1973375719857472145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-list.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-9172809171067668827</id><published>2008-10-22T23:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:12:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we'll start with the events of the past week and move on to todays new reciepe, chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In list form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Got to drive around San Francisco and more importantly got to smoke a cigarette while driving across the Bay Bridge going into the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Got second place in the DDB ping pong tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Saw Ghostland Observatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Went to San Jose to explore the Winchester Mystery House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Painted for the first time in about a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- ... and lots of other things I can't remember at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So let's move on to the chili, tasty tasty chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cendre.com/blog_images/dinner_102208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ingredients: (for six people or in my case one and a whole lot of chili for the next week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 1 onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 1 green pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 1 pound of ground beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 1 can of tomatoe sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 2 cans of ranch beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- 1 packet of taco seasoning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-  1 jalapeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- salt, pepper thyme, oregano, camin and crushed red peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it's pretty easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Pour some olive oil in there and heat it up to cook your veggies, finely diced&lt;/span&gt; preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Throw your meat in there and let that cook, mix that shit up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- dump in your tomatoe sauce and beans and seasoning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- stir it up and turn down the flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- let simmer for about 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;- And to top it off I put a little shredded cheese for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And presto, fine chili. Tonight was the first time i used the taco seasoning. It was good but I might go back to the regular chili seasoning next time. We'll see what i'm in the mood for. Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-9172809171067668827?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/9172809171067668827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=9172809171067668827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/9172809171067668827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/9172809171067668827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-and-stuff.html' title='food and stuff'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1688111982664038149</id><published>2008-10-05T13:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:45:58.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>postings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nine months later and here we are. Well,  here i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been a bit slow about the posting lately so you'll have to forgive me one and only reader. Not that I haven't had anything to say, I have. I keep thinking about stuff i want to write here, mostly as i'm walking the streets of SF or Berkeley but by the time i get back to my computer i've kinda forgotten all those interesting life comments i wanted to make. In fact I already forgot about what it was i was going to tell you about today. Hmm, probably something about t-shirts, animals, blue skies, PS3 or maybe even a photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, that'll have to wait till next time. Till then i'll be here.&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/939253108945938767-1688111982664038149?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1688111982664038149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1688111982664038149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1688111982664038149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1688111982664038149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/10/postings.html' title='postings'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-7674177770800699608</id><published>2008-08-24T14:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:00:48.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why do all my titles have to do with time passing? Thats kinda depressing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So it's almost my birthday again, a little less than a month. Honestly I really haven't been thinking about it and when it does pop into my head it's more of a fleeting thought. But as a reminder that it is coming Rachel sent me my present early and it's amazing cool. I've been wanting this t-shirt for a while. SO good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SLHZvhW9U4I/AAAAAAAAADE/TbmIYs1qhRU/s1600-h/meow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SLHZvhW9U4I/AAAAAAAAADE/TbmIYs1qhRU/s400/meow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238207252040340354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And yes, I know i don't have to tell you but the Radiohead concert was amazing. I didn't really get to see Beck but you know what, that's OK. Radiohead for two hours was out of control, one might say.&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/939253108945938767-7674177770800699608?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/7674177770800699608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=7674177770800699608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/7674177770800699608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/7674177770800699608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-do-all-my-titles-have-to-do-with.html' title='why do all my titles have to do with time passing? Thats kinda depressing'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SLHZvhW9U4I/AAAAAAAAADE/TbmIYs1qhRU/s72-c/meow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4682589287471413575</id><published>2008-08-22T14:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:01:59.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For over ten years now Radiohead has been a staple in my music listening trends. One of the few bands that after a decade I can still listen to over and over again. Well, after all this time I finally get to see them live tonight (as a double whammy I also get to see Beck among others). That's great, amazing, fun etc. but what happens? I fuck up my back the day before. So now as I'm sitting here waiting for go to the concert i've started pumping myself full of Advil, a few beers and some icy hot in the off chance I won't have to be miserable standing out in Golden Gate park listening to my favorite band of all time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What am I bitching about, right? I get to see 2 amazing bands tonight. Shut up Matt and go have fun. Here is more info on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfoutsidelands.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Outside Lands Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And on a side note I also really want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.lego.com/Product/?p=10178"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-4682589287471413575?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/4682589287471413575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=4682589287471413575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4682589287471413575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4682589287471413575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/08/ten-years-and-counting.html' title='Ten years and counting'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-5922306800092155037</id><published>2008-08-03T02:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:34:48.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i've procrastinated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i've been alone for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i'm afraid of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when you when tell me i'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i write things down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when you don't ask anything from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i get to sleep in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i know nobody is watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i think of my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when my friends back me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when something inspires me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i stay up late (and maybe watch movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i think i'm doing the right thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i stay up way too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i when i brake some of my rules but not too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm better at life when i dont' it thru&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/939253108945938767-5922306800092155037?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/5922306800092155037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=5922306800092155037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5922306800092155037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5922306800092155037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/08/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8948323971713929900</id><published>2008-07-28T01:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:40:14.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1 large pizza with mushrooms, pepperoni and jalapenos ...later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1 bottle of coke and one bottle of evian ...later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5 1/2 hours ...later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;one game of Civilization ...later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(and I do mean only one game played from beginning to end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's bed time&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/939253108945938767-8948323971713929900?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8948323971713929900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8948323971713929900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8948323971713929900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8948323971713929900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/07/later.html' title='...later'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4568812450971356127</id><published>2008-07-27T12:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:35:47.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend at Matts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SIzKiL6nDWI/AAAAAAAAACk/AvMT9Q9X_LI/s1600-h/kellymatt072608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SIzKiL6nDWI/AAAAAAAAACk/AvMT9Q9X_LI/s320/kellymatt072608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227775956133285218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So this was a weekend to be remembered, or at least parts of it will be remembered... Maybe not by me but by others. Lets make this simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thursday June 24th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kelly went walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i worked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we wanted to play shuffle board but got beat to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;had a couple of shots and talked over some beer at el rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Had cheap mexican food while being watched by the holy mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;talked some more at casanova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;got on the train back to the east bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;closed it down at acme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday June 25th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;woke up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;had a burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;civilization revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;off to the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wandered around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tasty ice tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hung out in a park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;new used shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bitchin martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;does it offend you, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;danced a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;own two identical t-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;drank too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;talk to the door girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;got kicked out of the bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;waited 45 mins for a cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went home, passed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saturday June 26th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;woke up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;went to the cite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SF cameraworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;comic museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;photo booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dark knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a couple of drinks and some video games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunday June 26th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;woke up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rode the bart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sent him off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;back at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nap time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So yeah, that was the weekend and I still have a few hours left. What to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.S. today it has officially been six months since I moved to the fair city of San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Won't you keep me for another six?&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/939253108945938767-4568812450971356127?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/4568812450971356127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=4568812450971356127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4568812450971356127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4568812450971356127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-at-matts.html' title='A weekend at Matts'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/SIzKiL6nDWI/AAAAAAAAACk/AvMT9Q9X_LI/s72-c/kellymatt072608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-2903468633551602319</id><published>2008-07-23T00:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:23:06.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/20th of a decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's been almost six months since i've been here. T minus 4 days and I will say this: Things are staying interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Isn't that enough for life? I think so.&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/939253108945938767-2903468633551602319?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/2903468633551602319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=2903468633551602319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2903468633551602319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2903468633551602319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/07/120th-of-decade.html' title='1/20th of a decade'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1162496789044040798</id><published>2008-06-24T00:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:15:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a dork</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can only imagine what my roommate is thinking after he hears me in my room "talking to myself" for several hours at a time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"DUDE, get that mother fucker! He's over there, check it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Get in, get IN! If you don't get in i'm leaving you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Fuck, he got me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"don't pick that up, it's mine. Hey Fuzzybear, it's mine i said!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The list goes on and on and well, it's kinda funny. Cause if i was someones roommate and that's what I heard coming from their room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Big flipping dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I do love it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-1162496789044040798?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1162496789044040798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1162496789044040798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1162496789044040798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1162496789044040798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-dork.html' title='I&apos;m a dork'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6485158176785753348</id><published>2008-06-21T01:40:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:54:34.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons i love Olivia Munn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are only two reasons I want cable... Actualy, make that three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) The Daily show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Attack of the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Discovery HD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait... make that four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Three Sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All four of those shows (well three isn't a show but it's pretty great or used to be anyway... I think now they show more of those stupid reality shows so I might have to take it off the list) are amazing. There is still some good TV programming out there but it's hard to find. Myself, I kinda hate TV. I think it's all pretty stupid and over run by well, stupid people. Most if not all the shows out there are boring, unimaginative, one hour (mixed with 20 mins of comericals) piles of shit (I hope you agree with me). But there are a few out there that have promise. Whether its the Daily Show that's been on for over 10 years or Attack of the Show that is basically the "B movie" to other shows, they both have that quality that I love, personality.&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch Lost, I don't watch thursday nights (expect for the office) or any other weekly type show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this is where i say "stop wasting your time and you're brain, there are better things out there. But if you do decide to veg out, watch these shows. Not some stupid crime reality series or "comedy" which these days seems more like a retard and a stick. Don't waste your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you G4, thank you comedy central, thank you Mojo and thank you (2 years ago) discovery channel (cause now you kinda suck).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is the only positive TV comment i'll ever make so take it in while you can. Cause for the rest of the time i'll tell you the TV is the devil. Yes, that's right, the devil.&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/939253108945938767-6485158176785753348?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6485158176785753348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6485158176785753348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6485158176785753348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6485158176785753348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/06/reasons-i-love-olivia-munn.html' title='reasons i love Olivia Munn'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-5459023336871630501</id><published>2008-06-16T00:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:21:32.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>highlight of the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a) The wedding, of course. The wedding was amazing. Great location, great people, great food and beautiful weather. Very well done, I even started getting a bit emotional when she came down the isle. Oh and I was the man in charge of the margaritas which was fun too. (Pics will be posted on my FTP this week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b) the rat pack (dice, big A and liability) coming up to hang out with us. Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;c) getting told that "oh no no no no you're thirty days are over ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Banana Republic employee referring to my pant size. Guess i'm getting older and a bit fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d) Seeing a guy on the road, I shit you not, driving by himself shooting stuff (maybe other cars) with his "hand" gun. We had to slow down and see it again cause it was amazing. He was just pointing and shooting stuff as he drove with his hand made to look like a gun. Kudos to you my man, simply brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e) Allan trying to find the right timing for a "That's what she said" joke but not quite having the conviction for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;f) Night hotel party at the 162 suite.&lt;br /&gt;g) the snow bitch. That's all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h) Running into Matt at the airport before his honeymoon in Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i) In one day, going from Austin where it was like in the low 90s, to Phoenix where it was 111 degrees (supposedly 114 earlier in the day) and then getting home to 53 degree weather. That's kind of impressive for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;j) Walking back up the hill to get home and jammin to the new cut copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;k) going to Youtube to find out that the reverse graffiti project has over 20,000 hits. That felt pretty damn good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not so highlights of the weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a) getting sick on friday and being sick with a cold all weekend long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b) Shannon getting a different kinda sick on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;c) Having my flight today delayed which would have made me miss my connecting flight to SF. I was scared for a bit but in the end just went thru Pheonix so it worked out and really not loosing much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d) the compression and decompression of the plane as we went up and down. With my sinuses it literally felt like my head was going to explode. Hurt so flippin bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e) it being past my bedtime. Guess a great weekend like that can't last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-5459023336871630501?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/5459023336871630501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=5459023336871630501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5459023336871630501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5459023336871630501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/06/highlight-of-weekend.html' title='highlight of the weekend'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-5350568033154877388</id><published>2008-06-11T14:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:09:55.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Graffiti Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So after some hard work we finally launched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reversegraffitiproject.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Reverse Graffiti Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Please go watch the movie and pass it on, put it on your blog, tell me what you think, etc. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lX-2sP0JFw"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Click here to see the movie on youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/939253108945938767-5350568033154877388?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.reversegraffitiproject.com' title='Reverse Graffiti Project'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/5350568033154877388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=5350568033154877388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5350568033154877388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5350568033154877388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/06/reverse-graffiti-project.html' title='Reverse Graffiti Project'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1744018432003424162</id><published>2008-06-03T23:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:10:42.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Barack is now the democratic candidate for the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's pretty nice, good luck.&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/939253108945938767-1744018432003424162?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1744018432003424162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1744018432003424162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1744018432003424162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1744018432003424162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning-of-end.html' title='the beginning of the end'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-381249166274972181</id><published>2008-06-03T14:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:46:08.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of freedom fries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/world/2008/06/03/king.eof.freedom.fries.no.more.cnn?iref=videosearch"&gt;but notice they didn't go back to french fries....&lt;/a&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/939253108945938767-381249166274972181?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/381249166274972181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=381249166274972181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/381249166274972181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/381249166274972181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-freedom-fries.html' title='the end of freedom fries'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8171368518981812674</id><published>2008-06-02T23:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:53:47.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last night I dreamed that I was getting married (and I was happy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also dreamed that I was in a train that was going x (x = very fast) and I had to make the decision to either jump off the train going x or face a crash with another oncoming train. I decided to jump and that's when I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know what that means but it made for one good night of entertainment.&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/939253108945938767-8171368518981812674?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8171368518981812674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8171368518981812674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8171368518981812674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8171368518981812674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-night.html' title='at night'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-308482609628785684</id><published>2008-06-02T00:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:31:43.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past and present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I graduated high school in 98 with pretty much no clue what I wanted for the rest of my life. And when I say graduated that might be a bit of an overstatement. I barely made it through that bitch but anyways. I signed up for Community College and decided then and there that it was time to get my shit together and do something. I knew I liked art and the such so I started taking those classes. I think it was my second semester that I found out about graphic design. I didn't even really know that existed and that's when I figured out what I wanted to do. There were two things that really pushed me in that direction. One was a teacher at HCC and the other the discovery of the online design portal  &lt;a href="http://www.k10k.net/" target="blank"&gt;K10k.net&lt;/a&gt;. K10k kinda opened the door for a whole world of online design that I'd never seen before. I used to go to that site everyday, several times a day to see what new stuff they had just posted and get inspiration. I still go to that site everyday actually. They don't keep up with it as much but who's to blame them, running your own business can be hard enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my early goals I made myself back then was to one day have something I did make it onto their post section. That has yet to happen but who knows, i still have time right? But through these last ten years... close enough anyway they have always been a backbone that helps me do what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So on friday night I was walking to a gallery closing over on 8th and Folsom and what do I walk by? I look to the other side of the street and I see the &lt;a href="http://www.cubancouncil.com/" target="blank"&gt;Cuban Council&lt;/a&gt; building (that's their business). It was amazing to see it. It was just one of those life altering moments or maybe just life affirming. In a ridiculous way it almost made me one step closer to my goal. But mostly it just made me really happy and made me realize how much i love to do what I do. It was kind of a little nudge that let me know I had done the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm a graphic designer and I now live in San Francisco, time to prove i'm worth a damn.&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/939253108945938767-308482609628785684?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/308482609628785684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=308482609628785684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/308482609628785684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/308482609628785684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-and-present.html' title='past and present'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4505922421798951927</id><published>2008-05-28T16:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:21:24.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doing it over and over again (update)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I actually forgot to tell you my favorite part of that whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A coupe of weeks before going back to Houston there was a song that I'd been listening to. It's this older techno song that I really like. You know, the type of song that just screams "turn the radio up real loud, roll the windows down and shake in your seat like a rabid monkey." And that is exactly what I had planned to do: Drive Malik down the freeway, blast my radio and play this song as loud as I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On sunday afternoon that is exactly what I did. I merged on the freeway and pulled out my ipod, Went to the S's, turned up the radio and rolled the window down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was just starting to really get into the song and then "BOOM". That is when my tire blew out on me, in the  middle of the freeway, condemning my month long dream to just that, a dream. I never got to listen it. Maybe next time I got back down to Houston... whenever that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yea, it was that kinda weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-4505922421798951927?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/4505922421798951927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=4505922421798951927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4505922421798951927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4505922421798951927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/05/doing-it-over-and-over-again-update.html' title='doing it over and over again (update)'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-3394633289191623488</id><published>2008-05-28T00:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:59:38.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moustache May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And for those of you who have not seen the new do, here you are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://flickr.com/photos/llamacafe/2530756816/"&gt;Moustache May Matt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And for the one person out there who might actually care my Xbox did make it to SF safe and sound. Now I just have to get one of their stupid over priced wireless connectors to hook up to the internet and be able to play all my downloads again. Effin Microsoft.&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/939253108945938767-3394633289191623488?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/3394633289191623488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=3394633289191623488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3394633289191623488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3394633289191623488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/05/moustache-may.html' title='Moustache May'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6205506101531528665</id><published>2008-05-27T13:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:59:29.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doing it over and over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I had a great weekend. Except for a few events...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As most of you know but a few might not I had a bit of a run in, shall we say, with yokohama tires this weekend. It all started when I got back home and started driving Malik around town again. I noticed quite a bit of shaking when I reached high speeds. As I've been told and have learned from Car Talk I knew it was most likely something to do with my alignment/tires. But being the lazy ass I am and assuming that my mom had done as I had told her when I originally left months ago (to change the front tires that had incidentally partially caused my first wreck), I didn't check my tires. Well on sunday afternoon in the  midst of my BBQ/Fajita fest I left my house to go pick up a friend. I got on the freeway and made sure to talk it slow (or just slower than I usually would) as I knew something was wrong with the car. About 2 miles down my front passenger tire blew out and even though in Houston you're not supposed to stop on the freeway I did and changed my tire as fast as I could. Got the spare on and was back on the road, taking the back streets, to go pick up my friend. I completed the task and head back home to rejoin the BBQ and all my friends that were awaiting my arrival so we could start playing a round of poker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As most Houstonians know even the back streets of houston are riddled with constant construction. On this particular day it happened to be at Richmond and Fountain View that they had taken out some of the asphalt for lord knows what reason... Maybe to eventually smooth it over again. But not until I went over it in my spare cause my spare to blow and leaving us stranded in a bar parking lot calling my fellow BBQers to come and rescue us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I took my flat tire with me and went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The next morning I woke up at seven, took the wheel to the tire shop and got a new one. Drove back to Malik who thankfully was still sitting in the bar parking lot and changed yet again another tire. Had to get home to finish packing so I could leave on time to catch my flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Before me and ash left for the airport we decided to get a bite to eat at a nice place called Napolies. We headed towards the freeway and the car sounded a bit funny. Well when we pulled over to further inspect the noise and as i stepped out I saw that she had a flat tire. Yes, another flat tire on another car. So I got out and changed the tire which made me late for my flight. But not as late as the fact that i had to then go home and take another shower because i was wet with sweet. All in all i got to the airport just in time to run down the terminal and ear them saying "final boarding for San Francisco." I made i on the plane but just barely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All in all I got home at midnight, just in time to celebrate my being in SF for 4 months to the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Happy four months matt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-6205506101531528665?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6205506101531528665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6205506101531528665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6205506101531528665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6205506101531528665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/05/doing-it-over-and-over-again.html' title='doing it over and over again'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4934331888470244760</id><published>2008-05-23T11:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:32:20.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So it hasn't quite yet been four months but since I'm a few days away I figured it would work out fine. Here's to four months and here's to me celebrating them later tonight in Houston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The other morning I rode the BART to work and as it goes sometimes I was standing. Sitting on the floor next to me though was a kid that seemed to be in about high school. He was sitting there trying to finish his math homework which is something I can totally relate to. If i had a 30 train ride to school in the morning I would totally take that time to do last minute school work. So I was just standing there and minding my own business when he was like "excuse me, could you try to open this for me?" It was a tube of glue he was trying to open to glue his study sheets to his notebook. How sweet is that? He thought I was going to be able to open it. Well i gave it a few tries but couldn't do it. Cause of me now his work isnt' gonna be glued down, shame. Good luck buddy. School sucks but its worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had some other stories that i wanted to say but now I forgot them all of course. The TV is going well as is the PS3. There are a couple of kick ups every once in a while but otherwise it's a dream. I get to pet my occasional kitty and tomorrow I will get to pet my very own babies. Kenzo, i'm coming home babies. I miss you, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here's to all you guys I'll be seeing tonight. It shall be monumental. Or maybe i'll just pass out from drukeness and exhaustion. Whatever happens I'm sure we'll have a good time. And here's to Malik too, I miss him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-4934331888470244760?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/4934331888470244760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=4934331888470244760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4934331888470244760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4934331888470244760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-months-and-counting.html' title='4 months and counting'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1874174969605115922</id><published>2008-05-14T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:59:10.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new room heater: my PS3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/llamacafe/2488291905/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/2488291905_848f1a2db3.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/llamacafe/2488291905/"&gt;my new room heater: my PS3&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/llamacafe/"&gt;llamacafecom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after a few months I finally gave in a bought myself a TV. Problem is that when i give in i give in kinda huge. So I now have a 42" 1080p TV along with a new PS3. Yeah, its pretty sweet though, i won't lie.&lt;br /&gt;I did end up missing my 4 month post and am now coming up on the five months. I'm ashamed that I don't have more photos to show really. I feel like i haven't take a single once since I got here, which is kinda true. So soon i will try to be better about it. Soon....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-1874174969605115922?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1874174969605115922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1874174969605115922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1874174969605115922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1874174969605115922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-room-heater-my-ps3.html' title='my new room heater: my PS3'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/2488291905_848f1a2db3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6025251271334008315</id><published>2008-05-04T20:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:59:42.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new things in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday this place becomes a little bit more like home. Sometimes it's as simple as walking down the same street for the umpteenth time. Sometimes it costs a bit more than a mere stroll down the street or smell that reminds me of home. Here are cost non-effective ways of making your new home feeling more like your old home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had my old "smoking" shoes for about 6+ years now. Oddly enough I got them here in San Francisco or should I say I stole them from Rachel when she lived here in SF. But now it's time to let them go. As you see below they have been through a lot and now they have a holes and a particular smell that I can't seem to get rid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/smokinshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I found a fancy pair of shoes at my local shoe barn for a mere 20 bucks. Can't go wrong there. And they are actually almost cool enough for me to wear as regular shoes. How can you go wrong there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/smokinshoes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they aren't quite the slip ons the berks were but they're close enough and they'll match (or clash depending on how you see it) with most my socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the second and much more expensive way to make your home much more "homely" is to spend a ridiculous amount of money on technology that'll help you not think about you left behind. For this I got myself a 42" 1080p LCD. I haven't even gotten it yet but it's already helping with my post move depression. So here's to the paper TV that is keeping the wall warm for when my real TV arrives. She is gonna be a beaut, frealz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/papertv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(I had to draw in the rest of the print out cause my printer ran out of ink. that made real upset until i realized I can just draw the rest in, looks pretty sweet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-6025251271334008315?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6025251271334008315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6025251271334008315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's a little something to look at and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alexprager.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alex Prager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-998824505548597365?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/998824505548597365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4571186032810496948</id><published>2008-04-20T21:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:51:13.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my view</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it's been pretty effin beautiful here, I do love the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I get lucky and on my smoke breaks I get to see the dog next door, he is the cutest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-4571186032810496948?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1015414504626552028</id><published>2008-04-20T14:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:53:08.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the week/end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So it's been an interesting week but unfortunately now it's over, or almost anyway. I've got a few hours left and I need to work on some websites, ugh. But I did manage to make myself a very tasty Pitza for lunch today. You should try it cause it's really good and really easy to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get yourself a pita, some kind of tomato sauce (I just used some Ragu), shredded cheese and whatever veggies/meat you want on your pitza. Put the sauce, cheese and all ingredients on pita and stick in the oven for about 10 mins at about 375-400. Just check and see when the cheese gets golden brown. So so yummy.  Here is mine, mushrooms, pepperoni and lots of cheese. Some apple juice to wash it all down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/lunch042008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-1015414504626552028?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1015414504626552028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1015414504626552028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1015414504626552028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1015414504626552028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-of-weekend.html' title='end of the week/end'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-2081284418332730700</id><published>2008-04-19T16:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:43:28.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger things have happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Shuffle has disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a bruise on my knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I could have gone camping today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;something is amiss&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/939253108945938767-2081284418332730700?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/2081284418332730700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=2081284418332730700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2081284418332730700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2081284418332730700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/04/stranger-things-have-happened.html' title='Stranger things have happened'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6250533553752623393</id><published>2008-04-17T15:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:43:59.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your holiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The funniest part has to be to right at the end. Seriously GW? Thats what you told the POPE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ah jon stewart, you make my life better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=166360&amp;amp;title=headlines-pope-in-america" target="blank"&gt; The visit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-6250533553752623393?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6250533553752623393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6250533553752623393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6250533553752623393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6250533553752623393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-holiness.html' title='your holiness'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-3218495235032168581</id><published>2008-04-15T00:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:27:12.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is pretty sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/15/science/15risk.html" target="blank"&gt; If we all go out in a black hole, so be it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-3218495235032168581?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/3218495235032168581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=3218495235032168581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3218495235032168581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3218495235032168581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-this-is-pretty-sweet.html' title='Now this is pretty sweet'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6458853070748768143</id><published>2008-04-02T16:46:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:58:33.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clean desk, matches to boot and two months + a few</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So it's been a rough month. Forgot to post my little two month review. Actually i'm sure i've missed a lot of things. The last month has basically been spent in the office so I don't have much else to say other than I'v been working my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm actually at the office waiting for yet another assignment to come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I see my kitties in the morning. Actually the other morning i saw a kitty sitting on a log and right behind him was a bowl full of seeds and a squirrel was eating of out it, so cute. But yeah, more kitty in the morning stuff. I did get to play Rock Band at the last happy hour which totally made my day. Ahh Maps, they don't love you like i love you. Besides that I haven't done much. Sitting around playing FFT, watching the occasional movie and just trying to relax during the little time that I have off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rae is coming into town this weekend which will be nice unless I have to work. I can't really think of much else at this moment. I'm just sitting here hoping I won't have to stay too late tonight, cross your fingers for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's to the new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-6458853070748768143?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6458853070748768143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6458853070748768143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6458853070748768143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6458853070748768143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/04/clean-desk-matches-to-boot-and-two.html' title='clean desk, matches to boot and two months + a few'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6082558422839077526</id><published>2008-03-23T13:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:01:20.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I've told you that I run into some pretty kitties on the way to work. It makes me happy to pet a kitty in the morning. The other morning though I walked passed a kitty that was on a leach that was attached to the gate. Poor guy was just hanging out on the sidewalk wondering why the hell is couldn't go any further. Last night I saw a big fluffy raccoon, he was so cute but this is the best one by far. On my way to work today (we'll talk about that in a sec) I was outside my building and I bum walked by, nothing strange there right? Except this bum had a leach and on the end of that leash was a beautiful fluffy black kitty just walking along with his master down the street. It was amazing. I've seen cats on leaches before but they always seem like they hate life. This guy was just trotting down the street looking like he was having a grand old day. I tried to take a picture with my phone but in all the excitement I must of deleted it cause i went back and all i had was the second photo which was just of the ground. So freaking cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I hope that everyone is having a wonderful Easter sunday. I am, in fact, at work. That's right, i'm at work on a sunday that also happens to be a holiday. How fun is that? A lot of fun let me tell you. So after this I get to finally do my laundry that I haven't done in two freaking weeks cause i literally worked every single day for the past 2 weeks. 12 hour days, at least. Yup, the joys of being in advertising. Here's to ridiculous life decisions. And all that other good stuff. Hope you guys find some sweet eggs... &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/939253108945938767-6082558422839077526?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6082558422839077526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6082558422839077526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6082558422839077526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6082558422839077526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-my-way-places.html' title='on my way places'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-468333394162758876</id><published>2008-03-16T11:42:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:49:24.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time lapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started work a week before the spring forward event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For nine months before that I kept a pretty loose schedule of waking up and going to sleep. The perks of being a freelancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My first week of work I woke up at 7:30 no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After the spring forward.... all fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wake up an hour to early ever day and then ai'm really tired when it's actually time to get up. How is that my body which didn't have a schedule for so long could all of a sudden take the one I had for one week and make me suffer for it? I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-468333394162758876?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/468333394162758876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=468333394162758876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/468333394162758876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/468333394162758876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-lapse.html' title='time lapse'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6144630655003543151</id><published>2008-03-16T00:43:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:42:39.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>habits of a nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here it comes, the other point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been working 10+ hours days for the last couple of days, and yes it's saturday. And yes, I have to go in tomorrow on sunday for what is probably gonna be one of the worse days so far. They've got me working like a horse which most of the time doesn't bother me cause I know "that is what is expected of me". But then I think "That shit ain't right. People should be allowed to have lives!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where is the point that you put an end to this? I know in this country its regular (especially in my field) to work to all ends of the night every day. Shit, my boss still does it. I see him on IM almost every night when i'm at home just playing around on the computer/doing my own work. Is that right? Is that the way it should be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I saying this because i'm lazy and don't want to work 60/70 hours a week or is it because my fellow country men get all the perks of two months vacation and 38 hour work weeks? Do they over work their designers in europe too? Do they have never ending days and weekends like we do here? Is it just a designers life to be worked till you want to just give up but you have nothing to give yourself up to cause all you've done is just work your entire life away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Either way, if i ever make it past all this to seventy (which if you know me you know i don't think i will. Extra prize for the person who can tell me the age I keep saying i'm going to die) I know what i'll be doing. Hello CDF and hello to being young again. I'll fight even if it's just for a day.&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/939253108945938767-6144630655003543151?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6144630655003543151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6144630655003543151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6144630655003543151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6144630655003543151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/03/habits-of-nation.html' title='habits of a nation'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8249759831775026599</id><published>2008-03-11T14:02:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:45:20.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So here is a bit of inspiration for everyone (and if you don't check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fecalface.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fecal Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; periodically, you should). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here is some amazing photography by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fecalface.com/SF/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1007&amp;amp;Itemid=92" raget="blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amy Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. Enjoy.&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/939253108945938767-8249759831775026599?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8249759831775026599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8249759831775026599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8249759831775026599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8249759831775026599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/03/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-7437431438427046934</id><published>2008-03-10T19:40:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:01:24.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've now been at work for a week, well, a week and a day. It's good so far, pretty good. I'm kinda stressing about a web site concept that i'm going to present tomorrow but hopefully he'll like what i have to show. So I do have a few stories about the first week... Let me see, I guess I'll just go chronologically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At 11 a.m. I get an e-mail saying "Grilled cheese mondays are back! in the Milk Bar from 11:30-12."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wasn't a joke, one of the guys in the office was making a butt load of grilled cheeses for everyone to enjoy, quite nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For lunch we had 5 Alarm Records bring us some very good and lots of sushi, beer and sake. They talked about what they could do for us and the commercials that we make and showed us a reel. Pretty sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got another e-mail saying something about Collective Soul, at first i didn't pay much attention to it but then I realized that it said he was coming. That's right on wednesday afternoon we had the lead singer from Collective Soul give us a little accoustic show of his own. And yes, he played Shine On (or whatever that song is called). That was pretty awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Hour day. What i didn't realize is that they are crazy serious about it, they have a different theme every friday. This friday was polka dots. So we had jello shots and beer with orange slices. Yes, you heard me correctly. It was a lot of fun, ended up making friends with the smokers obviously and actually was one of the last to leave at around 8:30. So it I would say it went pretty well. Actually I would say it was Awesome 2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got my board set up, read a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tried the carpool for the first time this morning. For those of you who don't know heres how it works:&lt;br /&gt;It's free for me, i go to a designated spot (next to the BART station) in the morning and instead of paying $3.40 to take the BART I get into some strangers car and they drop me off 3 blocks from my work. It's pretty awesome and takes just about the same amount of time as taking the BART. Except i'm sitting in comfy car and not squished in the train. Oh and this morning I got to listen to NPR on the way to work for the first time in a very long time. I really liked that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was my week, how was yours?&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/939253108945938767-7437431438427046934?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/7437431438427046934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=7437431438427046934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/7437431438427046934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/7437431438427046934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-week.html' title='my first week'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4557520845846209364</id><published>2008-03-02T21:33:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:39:15.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it's not officially been a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here are a few things I did over the last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Got a  job at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.ddbsf.com/" target="blank"&gt;DDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Went back to &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/llamacafe/2307138422/" target="blank"&gt;Houston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Did my taxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Bought a &lt;a href="http://www.buyarmysurplus.com/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Store_Code=TBAS&amp;amp;Product_Code=CL00217&amp;amp;Category_Code=CLJK" target="blank"&gt;sweet coat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Got a &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/us/consumer/detail/detail.do?group=mobilephones&amp;amp;type=mobilephones&amp;amp;subtype=sprint&amp;amp;model_cd=SPH-M520ZSASPR" target="blank"&gt;new phone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- got &lt;a href="http://na.square-enix.com/fftactics/" target="blank"&gt;Final Fantasy Tactics&lt;/a&gt;. One of the best games ever made, seriously. (I feel like i'm back in high school again hanging out with kelly and allan in my bedroom. Except now i'm in California laying on my bed hanging out by myself playing it on a tiny screen that someone inches its way closer to my face as I play. It's still great though, one of the best games ever and it brings back a lot of memories.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yes, tomorrow is my first day to work. I'm really excited and really looking forward to this. I know it's gonna be awesome but I think it might actually be awesomer that I even anticipate... we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-4557520845846209364?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/4557520845846209364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=4557520845846209364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4557520845846209364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4557520845846209364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-month.html' title='one month'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-38075642923665885</id><published>2008-02-19T21:19:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:57:51.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>food, half eaten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My favorite sandwich ever is the mozzarella turkey sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a baguette, an avocado, lemon juice and melted mozzarella on the bread. So freaking good I could eat this all the time. It's really easy.&lt;br /&gt;Get a baguetter or similar bread, turn on your oven.&lt;br /&gt;Put the mozzarella on bread and stick in oven about 5 mins. Time for it to melt the cheezy and make the bread a bit crispy.&lt;br /&gt;Couple of slices of turkey and slice your avocado kinda thin.&lt;br /&gt;Take the bread out of the oven and put lemon juice on the bread so it soaks up it a bit. I find more is better, gives it a bit of zest.&lt;br /&gt;Put on your turkey slices and try to cram as much avocado on there as possible. Since its the fruit of the gods and all, you can't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the deliciousness that is the sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;I had some chips and coke go along, tasty dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/dinner021908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-38075642923665885?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/38075642923665885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=38075642923665885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/38075642923665885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/38075642923665885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/food.html' title='food, half eaten'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4992196435085772849</id><published>2008-02-17T17:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:36:29.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a tree misses leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss you like a pen misses paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like stars miss their gravitation pull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like earphones miss ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a cameras misses a subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a 6th grader misses clear skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a cigarettes misses a lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like dessert misses a spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a sidewalk misses soles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a keyboard misses keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a movie misses a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a nun misses her cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a car misses wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a train misses its tracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a light misses the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a song misses a chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a kid misses candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like laces miss being tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like the wind misses a breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a whore misses male attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you like a table misses legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss you xbox, you should be with me&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/939253108945938767-4992196435085772849?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/4992196435085772849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=4992196435085772849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4992196435085772849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4992196435085772849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you...'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-3795032956773321837</id><published>2008-02-14T22:18:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:26:39.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't love you like i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I listen to Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs I dream of playing Rock Band. More specifically I dream of playing the drums for it. I love the drums on that song. I doubt I'll get to play that anytime soon though....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you guys who have a mac and use mail for your e-mail program hear the got mail noise at about 21 secs into the song? Cause every time I listen to the song I hear that chime and think I got mail. It got really annoying in the last day or two since I'm anxiously awaiting to hear back from DDB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of, the official &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.bringfrenchmatthome.com/" target="blank"&gt;bring french matt home.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; has launched. Go check out the in depth site and you know, chip in if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-3795032956773321837?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/3795032956773321837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=3795032956773321837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3795032956773321837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/3795032956773321837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dream.html' title='They don&apos;t love you like i love you'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-2091587049984566904</id><published>2008-02-13T23:32:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:17:14.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where did cendre go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, i'm not talking about myself. I'm talking about my webiste.... yes it's gone but should be back up in the next 12 to 24 hours. Thats just my dumb ass having to deal with register.com. See I bought that URL so long ago that I used register and its been there ever since. Well I never transfered it over to dreamhost which I should have about 5 years ago. Anyway, it expired, i didn't know cause all the e-mails were going to an e-mail account i probably haven't used since a year or two after getting cendre... so you know, like a decade almost. But the other problem was that it was so long ago that it's not a register anymore but a sister company, so I can't access it from register.com. So Llama Cafe is on register but cendre is on poweryourname.com. Fucking ridiculous, seriously. Anyway, things should be ok and it should be back up soon. And next week you can rest assured that I will be transferring cendre and llama cafe over to my lovely dreamhost account so I never have another freak out like this again. And yes it has to wait till next week cause I'm out of minutes for this month and they only start over on the 19th. And i'll probably be on the phone for a good hour with them i'm sure until I can convince them to get me the authorization code to switch it over. You can't even do that on the site, you have to call them, bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, hopefully this will all be over soon and I can get back to my regular www lifestyle.&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/939253108945938767-2091587049984566904?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/2091587049984566904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=2091587049984566904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2091587049984566904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2091587049984566904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-did-cendre-go.html' title='where did cendre go?'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8628248230335403801</id><published>2008-02-13T18:04:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:09:31.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you wanted to see me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well now it's easier than ever to hang out with Matt. The new website lets you see FM more often than you might of ever thought imaginable. It's all up to you, so go check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.bringfrenchmatthome.com/" target="blank"&gt;BRING FRENCH MATT HOME.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-8628248230335403801?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8628248230335403801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8628248230335403801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8628248230335403801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8628248230335403801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-wanted-to-see-me.html' title='you wanted to see me?'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-5157141939258592408</id><published>2008-02-12T19:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:18:38.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>din din</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I didn't know what I was going to do for dinner. I was out of food and wondered what I could make. Well, with a few left over ingredients I made myself a lovely and quite large dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ingredients for Omelette:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/8 of a green pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shredded mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 avocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;salt &amp;amp; Pepper, crushed d peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ingredients for Salad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lettuce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 avocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pepper jack cheeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sauce (dijon mustard, olive oil and red wine vinegar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And some bread, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/dinner021208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-5157141939258592408?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/5157141939258592408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=5157141939258592408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5157141939258592408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5157141939258592408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/din-din.html' title='din din'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8294315547824981969</id><published>2008-02-12T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:27:22.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>faux hawks and the fights they get you in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faux hawks are pretty Euro douchebag if you ask me. It's like the business in the front party in the back thing. You have short hair but you decide to make it do the only thing mother nature intended it not to do: all in one direction pointing up to the heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a side note since i'm talking about douchebags if you haven't seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/" target="blank"&gt;hot chick with douchbags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you are a fool. It is probably the funniest site on the entire w w w. Not even kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, so back to the faux hawk, this is what I looked like this morning after a good nights sleep. Really, i didn't touch it, natural faux hawk.&lt;br /&gt;I must also say that the idea to take pictures of my hair came from Melissas great documentary of her own bed head/hair. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/dogwinker/sets/72157594489237151/" target="blank"&gt;Go check it out at flickr.&lt;/a&gt; It's pretty brilliant.... (start doing it again mel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/fauxhawk01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/fauxhawk02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes it's pretty sweet if i say so myself. But what happens when the douche comes out in you? Well probably nothing or maybe hot chicks but this is what should happen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/punch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, that is a picture of me getting punched, don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-8294315547824981969?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8294315547824981969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8294315547824981969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8294315547824981969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8294315547824981969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/faux-hawks-and-fights-they-get-you-in.html' title='faux hawks and the fights they get you in'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8167305313868220542</id><published>2008-02-12T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:05:51.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>href</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've decided that This also needs to be a sort of insipirational thing for me. I'm looking for a job right, i'm trying to better myself, right? Right. So in doing so i'll be going around the web looking at design stuff and putting it here for all to enjoy. So here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're gonna start with a London based design firm that does some amazing work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.apracticeforeverydaylife.com/" target="blank"&gt;A practice for Everyday Life.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very clean simple yet beautiful design work for exhibitions and the such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way I will also but adding all these links to cendre.com/insipration.htm, so feel free to bookmark that cause hopefully soon it'll be a big long list of links for references and the such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-8167305313868220542?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8167305313868220542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8167305313868220542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8167305313868220542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8167305313868220542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-ive-decided-that-this-also-needs-to.html' title='href'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-7769792085404060756</id><published>2008-02-11T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:04:40.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got two options</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Both of which are to call me this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Option one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get the job at DDB. If so then i'll be celebrating all weekend. And when I say celebrate I mean being completely fucked out of my mind all weekend. So call me and congratulate me. Whatever time of day or night, i'll enjoy it. And you being blitzed out of your mind will be like a double whammy. My roommate is out out of town this weekend so you know i'm going to be pumping the jams dancing around in my undies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Option two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't get the job at DDB. Call me, please. i'll probably be laying in my bed, maybe crying, maybe considering self mutilation. I'll probably act like i don't care but i will. That's what friends are for, right? That's why you love me, or like me at least a little bit, just a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;m&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/939253108945938767-7769792085404060756?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/7769792085404060756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=7769792085404060756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/7769792085404060756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/7769792085404060756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/youve-got-two-options.html' title='You&apos;ve got two options'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1547417706083064862</id><published>2008-02-11T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:41:18.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God and France</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=156317' src='http://www.thedailyshow.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-1547417706083064862?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1547417706083064862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1547417706083064862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1547417706083064862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1547417706083064862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-and-france.html' title='God and France'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-6807110054321547977</id><published>2008-02-11T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:47:00.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was going to try and post some of the work i've been doing recently, get some feedback from you guys but its' getting late and i'm getting tired. So i'll just do it without explanation. That's probably better anyway cause I wont be there explaining the website when you go see it. That would be pretty cool if i was though. "Welcome to this web page. I am the web master and this is what this page is all about, are you ready?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, option one: (click in order obviously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/howard_00.jpg" target="blank"&gt;A-01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/howard_01.jpg" target="blank"&gt;A-02&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/howard_02.jpg" target="blank"&gt;A-03&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;option two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/howard_03.jpg" target="blank"&gt;B-01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/howard_04.jpg" target="blank"&gt;B-02&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/howard_05.jpg" target="blank"&gt;B-03&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/howard_06.jpg" target="blank"&gt;B-04&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So please let me know what you think. Any and all suggestions welcome. Thanks.&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/939253108945938767-6807110054321547977?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/6807110054321547977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=6807110054321547977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6807110054321547977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/6807110054321547977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-midnight.html' title='Its midnight'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-2942520425076552920</id><published>2008-02-10T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:45:42.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="Javascript" src="http://box.jpgmag.com/badge.php?person=cendre&amp;amp;theme=72"&gt;&lt;/script&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.jpgmag.com/photos/471997" target="blank"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-2942520425076552920?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/2942520425076552920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=2942520425076552920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2942520425076552920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/2942520425076552920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/yet-another-photo_10.html' title='Yet another photo'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4637930760659852142</id><published>2008-02-10T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:25:59.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exactly to the minute that I've been here. At this time two weeks ago I was standing outside the airport terminal smoking a cigarette waiting for my luggage to come tumbling down their fancy motorized belts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been two weeks now, i'm not much closer to having a job and I really haven't done too terribly much, or at least it feels like that now. Something is gonna have to happen soon cause I don't know how much longer I can sit here at this desk day in and day out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So to spice things up, this is what I had for lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salad with Maille pickles, jalapeno jack cheezy, turkey and of course avocado. Made the sauce with some Dijon mustard, olive oil and red wine vinegar. Bread and some Honey Dijon chips. I wouldn't really recommend them. The Spicy Thai chips are the best Kettle chips out there but they are salty as shit. Have some water ready next to you when you eat them cause you'll need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/lunch021008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-4637930760659852142?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/4637930760659852142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=4637930760659852142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4637930760659852142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4637930760659852142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-4789526759518045501</id><published>2008-02-10T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:42:25.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ash in french</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I've posted some new stuff on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cendre.com/" target="new"&gt;cendre.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; finally. If you have any suggestion on stuff that I should add on there let me know... Leave me a comment or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Did you see there how I once again requested that you leave comments, yeah. You get it now, ok good.&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/939253108945938767-4789526759518045501?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/4789526759518045501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=4789526759518045501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4789526759518045501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/4789526759518045501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/ash-in-french.html' title='ash in french'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8753714187044148183</id><published>2008-02-09T22:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:30:52.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Candice and the rest of yous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please leave a comment if you feel the need. I know what i'm saying isn't very interesting but if you have an interesting story please do tell. So start commenting, or don't, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-8753714187044148183?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8753714187044148183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8753714187044148183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8753714187044148183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8753714187044148183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-candice-and-rest-of-yous_09.html' title='For Candice and the rest of yous'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-5243854705806623446</id><published>2008-02-09T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:42:48.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;So living with someone you've never met before is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;We stay out of each others way most of the time and hide in our respective rooms. He's a nice guy and when we do run into each other we have polite conversations about stuff. The other day he even brought me to Ikea to get to my desk, that was really cool. But when you live with someone you pick up on some weird habits. Well, he slams doors.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i dont really get it, at first i thought he was mad all the time but I guess he just doesn't know his own strength. It's a bit unnerving though because I hear him slam the door and I think "Is he mad this time?"&lt;br /&gt;Damn! He just did it again. why do you have to slam the doors all the time? Just mellow out man, you're stressing me out and weakening the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-5243854705806623446?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/5243854705806623446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=5243854705806623446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5243854705806623446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5243854705806623446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/living-situation.html' title='living situation'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-40226956822333109</id><published>2008-02-08T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:14:58.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cendre.com/blog_images/goldfish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My new favorite snack is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goldfish_%28snack%29" target="blank"&gt;Flavor Blasted Xplosive Pizza Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;. They are good (but a bit salty).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My new favorite drink is Earl Gray tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My new favorite place to hang out is my new Ikea desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My new favorite music at the moment is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmLjZrH0VlY&amp;amp;feature=related" target="blank"&gt;Yelle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my new favorite thing: Talking to everyone partying it up at Cecils for Drews birthday on a friday night when i'm stuck at my desk with nowhere to go. Sad Matt.&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/939253108945938767-40226956822333109?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/40226956822333109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=40226956822333109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/40226956822333109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/40226956822333109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-favorite-things.html' title='my new favorite things'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8823565585192660892</id><published>2008-02-07T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:19:37.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea and the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So forget about ordering online from Ikea unless you want to ruin yourself. After a few days of not hearing back from them (they were supposed to get back to me with shipping costs for my order) I called them to find out what was going on. First of all they had canceled my order because I hadn't gotten in touch with them 24 hours after I placed my order. But in the e-mail I received it says an Ikea employee will contact you within 24 hours to let you know of the shipping costs. I even read it out loud to her on the phone and she just says "we don't do callbacks". Excuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, the whole point of that story is the fact that after all of that she put my order back through and then she told me the shipping and handling for an $129 order. The shipping and handling was $260. That's right, twice as much as the order itself. Bringing my grand total to a whopping 400 dollars for a lousy desk and chair. Ridiculous. Well, thankfully my roommate is going to be bringing me to Ikea tonight so that I can purchase that stuff without paying that freaking shipping fee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other than that few things have been happening here. Looking for work, trying to get adjusted to my tiny room under the stairs, trying to not go too crazy from the seclusion. I know that if I start going to interviews and i haven't talked to anyone in a long time it might get a little scary for them. So we won't do that, matt will try and keep it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did get to visit a local bar last night. Well, kinda local, it's almost 2 miles away which is a little far to be walking to a bar in my opinion. It was a pretty ok place but there were a couple of things that kinda of made me say "Probabaly not for a while". One was that there was a live country band playing. Seriously, a week after I leave Texas I gotta get the 5 guys with guitars and Banjos playing live in Berkeley. The second thing was that when I went to get my second beer (same kind of beer of course) it was 25¢ more expensive than the first one I had. Inflation can be a bitch but I wasn't gonna stick around to see if the third was gonna keep up with the trends or not. You do get free popcorn though and they have darts and pool tables, thats pretty coo. So not a horrible experience it's just really a bit too far to walk unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-8823565585192660892?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8823565585192660892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8823565585192660892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8823565585192660892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8823565585192660892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/ikea-and-world.html' title='Ikea and the world'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-7405482380051590519</id><published>2008-02-05T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:56:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter to Netflix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Netflix and USPS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;why are you both trying to screw me? Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been a member of Netflix for 4 years now and not once have my movies been stalled like they are now. I send a movie in, the next one ships that same day. That's how it's been ever since day one. What happens when I get here? For some odd reason it takes 2 days after you receive my movie to even ship the next one. How does that make sense? And you, USPS, i can only imagine it's your fault that a movie that shipped last thursday is till not here (tuesday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I blame you both for not entertaining me at night. What the hell else am I supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.S:Please netflix gods and the gods of my lonely nights, please do not let this continue. I can only watch free content on nbc.com and other major rival networks websites for so long. Oh and one more thing, please get a third party licensed DRM player for Mac so that I can at least watch netflix movies online in the comfort of my closoom. Thanks.&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/939253108945938767-7405482380051590519?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/7405482380051590519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=7405482380051590519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/7405482380051590519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/7405482380051590519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-to-netflix.html' title='a letter to Netflix'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-15757270053921056</id><published>2008-02-04T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:16:12.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss you Kenzo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-15757270053921056?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/15757270053921056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=15757270053921056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/15757270053921056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/15757270053921056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/babies.html' title='babies'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-5902688034060562827</id><published>2008-02-02T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:07:06.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So it's been raining for a week straight since I got here. It's getting on my nerves a little bit cause it's just not very fun to walk around and do the things i need to do, like grocery shopping. I might have to brave it today anyway and get a little wet for food sakes, I don't have much left. We'll see if I get off my lazy ass or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I did manage to order a desk today from Ikea (it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S39843617" target="blank"&gt;this desk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; with the white table top).  I would have rather gone to the store but again seeing as I have no car some things become a bit more difficult to do. I think it'll work fine though, I also got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/S49842504" target="blank"&gt;this chair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to go along with it. My little room might start to actually be livable in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And I will have to say thank you to netflix for helping me out in my lonesome times.&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/939253108945938767-5902688034060562827?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/5902688034060562827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=5902688034060562827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5902688034060562827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/5902688034060562827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/gloomy.html' title='gloomy'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1076323413663570094</id><published>2008-02-01T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:53:18.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a beginning and an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Things went well today, the interview went well. I'm going to be going back on monday or tuesday for a follow up. It's a great opportunity and I really couldn't ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But be warned, there's always a down for an up or an up for a down. Just the way things work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I almost forgot, a security woman at the denver airport told me I had nice socks when I walked through the checkpoint area. That was nice.&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/939253108945938767-1076323413663570094?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1076323413663570094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1076323413663570094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1076323413663570094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1076323413663570094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/02/beginning-and-end.html' title='a beginning and an end'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-8586682304636864571</id><published>2008-01-31T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:18:19.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>least and best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So my new place isn't perfect but one of my least favorite things about it is that I don't have a closet. That really wouldn't bother me too too much but I have these two huge suitcase and nowhere to put them. That sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But my favorite thing so far is the heater in the bathroom. It's one of those old school ones with the coils that get red and heats the bathroom up in like a min, it's brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So since I got here my food intake has been less than adequate. I have eaten a home made sandwich for every meal except for lunch yesterday when I had that tasty french restaurant experience, it's called La Note and I had a very good salad, and on Monday night I have a Lean Cuisine Pizza which by the way is pretty much just bread and not very good. So tomorrow I'm gonna go grocery shopping, after my interview that is. I would go today but its raining out and just not a very pretty day to be walking around. So I'm staying in tonight, maybe watching me a little movie and working on some work.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm still waiting on my sheets, i hope they come in tomorrow.&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/939253108945938767-8586682304636864571?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/8586682304636864571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=8586682304636864571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8586682304636864571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/8586682304636864571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/01/least-and-best.html' title='least and best'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-939253108945938767.post-1832120739380240061</id><published>2008-01-30T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:16:58.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 1/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's been four days now. Well, three and a half if you want to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping in a sleeping bag for that time on a mattress with no sheets. It gets cold as fuck in here at night. My room doesn't have any furniture so I use my one empty suitcase as a night table and the other as my dresser to store my tee-shirts and unmentionables. My computer is sitting on my new printer's empty box that I bought yesterday. I carried an all-in-one (why does that have dashes? doesn't "all in one" mean the same thing? Anyway) printer/scanner/copier from downtown San Francisco to  my house in  North Berkeley. I have no hangers to hang my clothes on but I guess I don't have a closet to hang them in anyway. My room probably isn't much bigger than two of the mattresses that i'm now cross legged on breaking my back working on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;While those things do kinda suck, it doesn't really matter. I've managed to go to SF twice already, walked amongst the people and the streets which I love. The BART took me to SF which well, let's face it, is a subway. I love subways. And i've managed to visit downtown Berkeley twice where I ran across what must be the only two goth people of Berkeley both days. I saw the same two people two days in a row, what are the odds? I've also already found a good french restaurant, several dry cleaners, a gentle cuts that for $12 is totally worth the price(yes i've gotten my hair cut "professionally" for the first time in over a decade), the 510 skate shop, the nearest grocery store, the local theatre, copy central, walgreens, radioshack, the local hang out for skateboarders (which i will be not be joining as I cannot and never could do a 180 manual on a ledge), and the Berkeley downtown police station if I'm ever chased by nasty fellows.&lt;br /&gt;I like this town. I'm actually really glad that I moved to the East Bay area. Sure I could be in San Francisco in the thick of all but I feel like I can still do that, just on my time, not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime i'll keep complaining about my back because i have to sit cross legged on my mattress with my computer on a box. I'll keep wishing I had more space and for the love a closet to store my shit in and maybe not a little shorter walk to the train station. But in the end all of that doesn't matter. I'm having a great time here so far. I have nothing to complain about, well, maybe except for the fact that I wish my friends were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/939253108945938767-1832120739380240061?l=cendre03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/feeds/1832120739380240061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=939253108945938767&amp;postID=1832120739380240061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1832120739380240061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/939253108945938767/posts/default/1832120739380240061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cendre03.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-days.html' title='3 1/2'/><author><name>cendre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04564590197271051777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbFkC6uijtc/R7FZ7Zbz08I/AAAAAAAAABY/7UrAW99rDAU/S220/IMG_1859.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
