<?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-12663564</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:17:59.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt City Boy</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings from a young man living in beautiful Salt Lake City.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-115094683856454266</id><published>2006-06-21T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T20:28:11.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hey, if anyone HAPPENS to come across this particular blog, I'm moving. Currently, the transition is being made to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/joshuaadamson/"&gt;http://web.mac.com/joshuaadamson/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-115094683856454266?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115094683856454266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=115094683856454266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/115094683856454266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/115094683856454266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-113227974462109063</id><published>2005-11-17T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:09:04.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Blogging Dead?</title><content type='html'>Good God he's back!  Ok, so here I am, once again, typing away aimlessly so that people on the Internet can read the thoughts that float around in my head.  Actually, I had a couple of friends tell me that they thought I should keep writing on this darn thing, and I always follow orders!! (Unless, of course, those orders are to rent a Kirsten Dunst film, in which case I'd goddamn refuse to obey!)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about blogs the other day (I think about blogs often . . . but not on Sunday's cuz that's the Lord's day) and the title of today's entry came to mind.  Is blogging dead?  Well I certainly think some people would say so.  Blogs have become one of the myriad of Internet fads that seem really geeky at first, but then you realize your grandma is doing it too (Not MY grandma.  She's busy burning cookies in the oven right now).  Some might say that the whole blog thing is as OVER as Michael Keaton's movie career. (Did you SEE White Noise?  I'll never have those 2 hours back!)   And yet, people keep on a bloggin'.   Some use blog-only sites like this one here, or some post their whatever's on mySpace.  Sweet Jesus everyone is on mySpace!  I got a friend invite from some ultra-religious guy who was the big brother of a kid I SORT OF knew in junior high!  What the hell?    Anyway, it's just weird to me because when I was in junior high, I felt like the ONLY kid who even had an email address.  Ah, how times change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...MOVIES!   I'm a big movie buff and this fall/winter has got me all a twitterpated for the silver screen.  First up: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  The book is my fave of the six Rowling's whipped up and I'm so excited for the film I could poop!  (But I won't.)   I'm taking my family to see it on Saturday.  I love my family.  They're so much like me except that they aren't gay; go to church; like Twizzlers; and don't drink or listen to techno music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other movie I'm anticipating is Rent.  Oh my god I love the musical Rent.  Ironically, I've never seen the show performed but I know the entire libretto (that's lines and lyrics, Joe) by heart.  It's such a beautiful story about love and loss and friendship and Bohemian life and AIDS and drugs and ... I love it.  I SOOO hope the movie does Jonathan Larson's work justice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I'm going to write.  Someone better read it because my fingers are tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-113227974462109063?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113227974462109063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=113227974462109063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/113227974462109063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/113227974462109063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-blogging-dead.html' title='Is Blogging Dead?'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-112404508225410103</id><published>2005-08-14T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:49:29.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-Light #01: Cereal Thriller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/cocapebbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/cocapebbles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Get it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's like "Spotlight" but with "Blog" instead of...ok, I'll come up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;something better later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Today's feature is going to highlight an interesting blog that I have come across. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://beckysbits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky's Bits&lt;/a&gt; is a delightful site written by a fellow Utahn. Because she's a SLC native like me, I just had to put a shoutout for her quirky little blog. She stumbled across mine and discovered we share an affinity for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; and I in turn found that we both love cereal! Mmm...cold cereal is nature's gift to us. I could eat cold cereal for every meal, and I actually remember that in my younger days, I occasionally did. Anyway, the best part about her blog, in my opinion is that with every post, she announces her mood along with the type of tasty cold cereal she has consumed that day. It make me giggle inside, so check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" href="http://beckysbits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky's Bits: beckysbits.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-112404508225410103?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112404508225410103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=112404508225410103&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112404508225410103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112404508225410103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-light-01-cereal-thriller.html' title='Blog-Light #01: Cereal Thriller'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-112397628299243211</id><published>2005-08-13T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:39:23.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Flash Friday: Episode 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Like I said in the previous post, don't mind that the date for this entry says Saturday.  Don't mind it, I say!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/beast.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/beast.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For our first Flash gem that I found while surfing the ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;' net, I have brou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ght to the cla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ss a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ort&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;movie entitled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;X-Men: Dark Phoenix Rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.  I've loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; since they first made a animate tv show based on the supernaturally-gifted heroes. I stumbled across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.newgrounds.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newgrounds.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, a website that showcases flash movies, and this one made me laugh like the nerd I am! If you're an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; fan, then I really think you'll enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just click the link and choose WATCH THIS MOVIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/219810"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Men: Dark Phoenix Rising&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/12663564-112397628299243211?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112397628299243211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=112397628299243211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112397628299243211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112397628299243211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/08/free-flash-friday-episode-01.html' title='Free Flash Friday: Episode 01'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-112397558203504484</id><published>2005-08-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:27:50.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Phoenix, it Rises Again (the blog that is)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good lord, it's been a while since I've blogged.  Feels good to type my inane thoughts onto public- domain bandwidth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap what's happened since the previous entry (or at least the things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be considered interesting):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ol  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Received &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt; via mail and finished it in three days. Yes, I cried when [spoiler omitted] died in the end, and sobbed more reading the chapter depicting [his/her] funeral. (But will [he/she] return for book seven? Oh, the magical suspense!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Finished training for my new job, ushering in a new era of on-the-phone-for-8-hours-a-day labor. (And I like it. Weird....)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Broke my hand trying to climb out of my roommate's window.  Ok, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;I wish I had a better story for this, but I'm a bad liar.  (I've been&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/cast1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 8px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/cast1.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; telling some people I was saw the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dukes of Hazard&lt;/span&gt; movie and was totally inspired by Johnny Knoxville's killer barfighting moves! Believable, right?) Now I have to wear this ravishing neon orange cast for three weeks. Talk about sexy! Also, typing is a bitch. I feel like such a gimp sitting at a keyboard! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plus&lt;/span&gt; it's my left hand, and I'm a lefty. I'm sure the bank clerk watching me try to sign a check was a lighter side of her day. (P.S. That's really a picture of my cast, folks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;[Insert other things I've done for the past 3 weeks here]&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/Bombay%20Saphire%20Gin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/Bombay%20Saphire%20Gin.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In other "Hey, That's Interesting for You" news, countdown exactly two weeks until my 21st birthday! All hail to the end of underaged drinking. Being the last of my too-young-to-buy-booze kind in my circle of friends, this is quite the big deal. I've been downing the moonshine since I was barely eighteen, so I'm just more than a tad excited for the day when my alcohol consumption is no longer a crime.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And speaking of alcohol...do you like gin?  [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Product plug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;] If you're like me, you find gin a refreshing alternative to your regular constant consumption of that slut of spirits: vodka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://bombay.com/validate_age.aspx"&gt;Bombay Sapphire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is my fave, but if you'd like to try something new, go out and find a bottle of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/Hendricks%20Gin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/Hendricks%20Gin.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://hendricksgin.com/"&gt;Hendrick's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! It's so uniquely odd, it even tells you so on the quirky tag attached to it. What makes it special, you ask? Well the answer is cucumber! Hendrick's is infused with a surprising blend of flavors that is cucumberly-fabulous! Unless you don't have $26 to spend on a bottle of gin, buy it now! Actually, if nothing else, go visit the Hendrick's Gin website. It's so odd, you'll think you are in Scotland (especially if you really are in Scotland).&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've decided on a method to keep myself posting regularly. I am going to attempt to have weekly themed posts that feature a specific...something, depending on what day of the week it is. Get it? I think it's cool. For example, today I'm going to post an interesting Flash cartoon I found on line. We'll call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Free Flash Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! (Ha! Sometimes I can't believe how clever I am.) Yes, I know today is Saturday, but Flash starts with an 'F' so we're going to continue the theme as such. Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-112397558203504484?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112397558203504484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=112397558203504484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112397558203504484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112397558203504484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/08/like-phoenix-it-rises-again-blog-that.html' title='Like a Phoenix, it Rises Again (the blog that is)'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-112147398745719860</id><published>2005-07-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T17:33:07.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of Magic and Muggles</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow kids (and countless shameless teens and adults) will have an end to their long two-year wait for J. K. Rowling's cherished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; series.  As millions&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/book6cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/book6cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; line up around the world eagerly awaiting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;, I wait at home for tomorrow's UPS delivery.  This marks the most anticipated event this year since the final &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; film (which most, I'm sure, have all but forgotten by now) and the book is already stirring up news world-wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8548099/"&gt;Last week in Bri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8548099/"&gt;tish Columbia&lt;/a&gt;, a book store accidentally (?) distributed a "small number" of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; title. Comically, publishers quickly won a court case to force the hapless buyers to return the book and keep Rowling's secrets under wraps. They were then promised book plates signed by the author to stay quiet. Lucky bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I couldn't write a post without sharing an interesting "what the fuck?" story.  Poor Christians, their beloved new &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8566663/"&gt;Pope &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8566663/"&gt;Benedict disapproves of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8566663/"&gt;series&lt;/a&gt;. Why? Well because the books "distort Christianity in the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/benedictbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 5px 5px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/benedictbook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soul" of course! Although Bennydicky approved of the series in the past, he now believes that the magical stories seduce children's heart away from the teachings of Christ. Oh Jesus, please forgive their Muggle souls! Religion is drifting so far away from spirituality and love that the Catholic church is resorting to condemning charming children's stories. However, I'll bet ya that the Pope's book (recently knocking Rowling's last book off of the number 1 spot) will be left in the dust by the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; title.  And it'll bore a lot less people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything aside, I am wicked excited to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;. I attempted to read the previous book to brush up on the story, but I didn't devote the time to it. That's what the internet is for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fellow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potter&lt;/span&gt; fans, what will happen next? Will Harry really start showing his magical prowess and cast some amazing spells? Will Ron and Hermione cut the junior high flirting and get to the good stuff? Will Dumbledore reveal his secrets about his past with Voldemort? Will Hagrid unleash his unruly little giant of a brother? Will Draco Malfoy finally reveal his secret crush on long-time rival Harry and profess his true lust for him? Only time (less than five hours away in ol' Utah) will tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh I can't wait! It's like someone's casting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crucio&lt;/span&gt; on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-112147398745719860?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112147398745719860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=112147398745719860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112147398745719860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112147398745719860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/07/musings-of-magic-and-muggles.html' title='Musings of Magic and Muggles'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-112139529886527131</id><published>2005-07-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:44:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Man Accused of Killing His 'Gay' Baby Son"</title><content type='html'>This is one of the saddest storiesI have read. I don't even know what to say about it except that it sickens me, especially that the man involved will be using the "gay panic" defense. Discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gay.com/news/article.html?coll=news_articles&amp;sernum=2005/07/14/3&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Man Accused of Killing His 'Gay' Baby Son" - Gay.com&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/12663564-112139529886527131?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112139529886527131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=112139529886527131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112139529886527131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112139529886527131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/07/man-accused-of-killing-his-gay-baby.html' title='&quot;Man Accused of Killing His &apos;Gay&apos; Baby Son&quot;'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-112138662434523066</id><published>2005-07-14T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:18:22.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Benefits for You!</title><content type='html'>Sadly but expectedly, my own Salt Lake County council voted against a proposal that would have granted county employees domestic partner benefits. A 5-4 vote, with democrats voting "yay" and Republicans "nay" became an emotional issue at the county government center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/ci_2855193"&gt;Salt Lake Tribune&lt;/a&gt; reported yesterday on the measure.  I was especially interested in some of the things the voting Red-guys said. "It pains me to send any message to someone if they take it that we don't value them," one GOP councilmen said. Of course it sends that message! What else can we gather from voting against the proposal? If gay county employees were "valued" citizens, they certainly ought to be given equal status and benefits. It's like a mother saying to her child, "I value you just as much as my other children, but I'm not going to feed you because your siblings don't particularly like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other council members referenced our State's November approval of a constitutional amendment banning gays and lesbians from marriage as a factor in their decision. My favorite message was that they worried they would "let down" other districts if they voted in favor of the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out my friend Cody's response to this issue on his blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aboyinacity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aboyinacity.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-112138662434523066?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112138662434523066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=112138662434523066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112138662434523066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112138662434523066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-benefits-for-you.html' title='No Benefits for You!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-112126964231800126</id><published>2005-07-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:58:06.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying Boston</title><content type='html'>Almost every day, it seems, I hear a news gem that makes me laugh as well as embarrasses me as an American. It appears there is a trend occurring in the right-wing/neo-con/religious right community of placing blame for our world's problems square on the people they don't agree with. Recently, a religicon blamed our nation's "homosexual problem" for our dying troops in Iraq. Apparently we keep losing men and women in this war because we liberals here are too tolerant. If you ask me, America isn't exactly overflowing with loving feelings for the gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also caught wind of comments that although made in 2002, are again coming to light. The commenter? Mr. Rick Santorum in an editorial on &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/featured/headline.php?ID=30"&gt;Catholic Online&lt;/a&gt; talks about the Catholic Church sex scandal and stated "it is no surprise that Boston, a seat of academic, political and cultural liberalism in America, lies at the center of the storm." He was "startled" to find that the liberals in the region were disturbed by the scandal "since they have zealously promoted moral relativism by sanctioning 'private' moral matters such as alternative lifestyles." Damn Boston, see what you've caused! Those pedophile priests couldn't keep their hands off young boys because of your liberal thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;referred to in the article as "Honorable", Senator Santorum happens to be the same guy who recently compared the legalization of gay marriage to tolerance of &lt;em&gt;bestiality.&lt;/em&gt; Seriously, "dog sex."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-112126964231800126?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112126964231800126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=112126964231800126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112126964231800126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112126964231800126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/07/bullying-boston.html' title='Bullying Boston'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-112104063104673626</id><published>2005-07-10T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:10:31.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating is for those who are Lazy</title><content type='html'>Instead of writing my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; post, I'm just going to direct you to someone else's. My enlightened boyfriend wrote some of his thoughts on life and such and I think everyone ought to read it. It's extremely interesting and for me, thought provoking and moving. Go read it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/absintheaddict.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/absintheaddict.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://absintheaddict.deviantart.com/journal/5824341/"&gt;http://absintheaddict.deviantart.com/journal/5824341/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-112104063104673626?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/112104063104673626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=112104063104673626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112104063104673626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/112104063104673626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/07/cheating-is-for-those-who-are-lazy.html' title='Cheating is for those who are Lazy'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111991835001144685</id><published>2005-06-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:25:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an Elf is fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer:  I'm a nerd.  I like video games.  I will write about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/wow_elf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/wow_elf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just started playing a wonderful computer game called &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt;.  It's known as an MMORPG, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;massively multi-player online role-playing game &lt;/span&gt;(gasp!). Basically, you create a fantasy character and run around and kill monsters and complete quests. But you do this in a massive online world, playing in real-time with other people. For me, it's addicting (let's refer to it as WarCrack). It's become extremely popular and even wound up in an article of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.out.com/"&gt;Out Magazine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The article talks about certain "Guilds" in the game that are being created for gay players. Basically, guilds are groups that players can form in order to complete quests together and form an in-game comradery. The creation of these "Gay Guilds" has spurred some nasty responses from a loud minority of WoW players who have a problem with this. Apparently, some find these groups offensive or, at least, unnessecary to gameplay. Anyway, I happened to come across a blog thread about this topic. It was interesting to read, and I left my own comment. If you'd like to read the original blog thread, titled "Homophobia alive and kicking in World of Warcraft" go &lt;a href="http://www.immutablyme.com/index.php?p=623"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I'll just share my response here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" I came across this gem of a thread, and thought I’d leave a short comment myself. It’s wonderful to see this subject debated intelligently and to hear that many people really DO understand the truth behind this particular subject of intolerance. I could go into detail about what I think about gay guilds but the most important facts have been brought up wonderfully already, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I would just say that the situation is similar to those you find in real life. Take for example those who get upset about Gay Pride or gay-straight alliances in schools. They ask, “Why must you parade your ‘gayness’ or separate yourselves from society? Why can’t there be ‘white pride’?” The reason, mostly, is that we gays AREN’T EQUAL. Plain and simple. If we were, we probably wouldn’t need to hold special events or create inclusive groups for ourselves. And why not have “white pride”? Well I say, go ahead. If the purpose is to celebrate the Anglo-Saxxon history and culture, then that’s just fine. The problem is that these people are suggesting white supremacy, which is based on hate and prejudice. Gay pride is based on love, culture, and passion for life. We have marches and festivals for other cultures, such as the Million Man March. These events simply promote continued tolerance and education of differences that exist in society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Well, I certainly didn’t mean to write that much but there ya go. That’s my two cents (or six dollars and two cents, maybe). "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; So that's what I said. It's sad that people always get upset over things like this. I just don't get it, really. Don't they have better things to do with their time than cry about gay people forming groups in a video game? Please. Spending hours in front of a computer screen (like I have been) is bad enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111991835001144685?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111991835001144685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111991835001144685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111991835001144685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111991835001144685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/being-elf-is-fun.html' title='Being an Elf is fun'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111965762552049417</id><published>2005-06-24T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T17:00:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Big Day</title><content type='html'>After far too many days of nonexistent blogging, I return. What do I have to share with the masses today? Well, in short . . . my anniversary. Yes, it is true. As of yesterday (June 23) I have been dating my dear Ben for exactly one year. It's funny, because it seems like forever has past, but it also feels like no time at all! Without getting too sappy (stuff like that is best kept to Hallmark cards) I just want to share with the world that I am incredibly happy. I never would have thought a year ago that I would be in a lifetime committed relationship at just shy of 21 years old . . . but I am! And it's the greatest thing ever. I've found a partner to keep by my side, but I haven't lost touch with who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;really am in the process. To any young (or older) gay men out there who feel they will never find anything lasting or fulfilling, I say to you that you are wrong. I truly believe there is someone special for every person and you'll never expect it when you find him/&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/1600/freedom2marry85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/955/1084/200/freedom2marry85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my romantic tale!  To end, I can only shout to the love of my life. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy One Year, Ben!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111965762552049417?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111965762552049417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111965762552049417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111965762552049417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111965762552049417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-big-day.html' title='Our Big Day'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111851303716289316</id><published>2005-06-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:04:48.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave your rainbow flags!</title><content type='html'>With Pride Day right around the corner here in Salt Lake City, I wondered what I could say on the subject. Gay Pride started in 1969 as a rebuttal to the tragedies that were occurring in the GLBT community in New York. After Harvey Milk was killed in the Stonewall Riots, gay people in New York rallied together and formed the March in Stonewall, decrying violence and discrimination against gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People today may ask, why, in a world where it seems gays and lesbians are more tolerated, do we need to celebrate our pride with parades and festivities? I understand this argument and I've even thought the same thing in the past. But the truth is that we are not anywhere near the level of equality that we deserve. And if the last couple of years have showed the GLBT community anything, it is time now more than ever to show the world that we are not about to back down from fighting for our rights. The far-right and religious extremists can rally all they want against us. They can wave their hateful signs, pass their discriminatory laws and resolutions, and continue to treat us as second-class citizens, but we queers are growing in power and out-of-the-closet numbers, and we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; win the fight in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not march in a parade? Why not get dressed up all crazy and shout "I'm queer!" for the whole world to hear it? It doesn't hurt anyone, it just makes us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard.&lt;/span&gt;  Maybe one day we won't need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate our fight for equality, but we can celebrate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; day, living our lives the happiest we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 411px; height: 66px;" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-6/1027644/pride_01.gif" /&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/12663564-111851303716289316?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111851303716289316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111851303716289316&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111851303716289316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111851303716289316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/wave-your-rainbow-flags.html' title='Wave your rainbow flags!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111834253818349490</id><published>2005-06-09T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:59:24.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese and Coldplay</title><content type='html'>For some reason, my thought this morning is that the world is all right. Sure, there is a lot of pain and suffering, especially in places far, far away from my home. People are dying of hunger, of disease, and because of war. Cultures are destroying each other because of religious differences. Even people here in America continue to hate their neighbors because of their race or sexual identities. But even after thinking about all of these horrible things, I can go on with my day and live my life happily because there is still so much beauty in the world. People all over the world are helping each other fight disease and hunger. Many cultures are beginning to accept others' ways of life, and countless Americans are letting go of their hatred and intolerance. But really, the most beautiful things I find are in every day life. There is art everywhere now, from architecture to film and theatre--even video games have beauty in their creativity. People are beginning to discover that they have a voice, and that anyone can share their thoughts and ideas, hopefully to change the world in some way. Spirituality is growing and changing in a way the world has never seen, with people learning what it takes within themselves to feel whole as a person. There is wonderful music to listen to, of all different types and genres, containing wonderful messages that can move us in a million different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I still get really down about the state of the world these days. But I think that if we each discover what beauty exists in our own life, we'll all be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bones are sinking like stones&lt;br /&gt;All that we fall for&lt;br /&gt;Homes places we've grown&lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we live in a beautiful world (yeah we do yeah we do)&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones sinking like stones&lt;br /&gt;All that we've fall for&lt;br /&gt;homes places we've grown&lt;br /&gt;All of us are done for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we live in a beautiful world (yeah we do yeah we do)&lt;br /&gt;We live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh all that I know is nothing to run from&lt;br /&gt;Cause yeah everybody here got's somebody to lean on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Coldplay)&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/12663564-111834253818349490?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111834253818349490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111834253818349490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111834253818349490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111834253818349490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/cheese-and-coldplay.html' title='Cheese and Coldplay'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111773616154274490</id><published>2005-06-02T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:16:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or Death? (Bush knows the answers)</title><content type='html'>I read an opinion article in the newspaper that sparked my attention. The subject was stem cell research and Bush's strong opposition to it. Apparently Bush is quoted as saying "The use of federal dollars to destroy life is something I simply do not support." (Insert George is an dull-dullwitted wack job joke here.) Come on now, Mr. President, do you ever think before you talk? First of all, it's obvious that he clearly doesn't understand the issue, and thus shouldn't make broad policy-like statements about it. The cells used in such research are not fertilized and are therefore not "potential life" as opponents claim. It just baffles my mind that people continue to hide behind a flawed religious bias of this issue when we are inching closer to solving such diseases as Alzheimers and Parkinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that struck me when I heard what Bush was saying is that he (once again) is a hypocrite! He won't support using federal money to fund potential life-saving research, but is completely willing to spend over $175 billion (and counting) on an insane war that has cost over 1600 U.S. soldiers lives and countless Iraqi lives and injuries, all in the name of (his version of) democracy. How is his version of what "life" is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what else to say. The hypocrisy and idiocy of it all just leaves me dumbfounded. God, when is this country going to get back on the right track?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111773616154274490?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111773616154274490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111773616154274490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111773616154274490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111773616154274490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-or-death-bush-knows-answers.html' title='Life or Death? (Bush knows the answers)'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111766665522105672</id><published>2005-06-01T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:57:35.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money is the root of all . . . HAPPINESS!</title><content type='html'>So I just found out that I was accepted for a position I applied for recently at a new company. Hooray! I'm finally going to have some extra dough on my hands. Man I'm tired of being dirt poor. I mean, yeah I'm a college-age kid. We're supposed to be poor, right? Well, screw that. I want some money before I restart my education this year. Ok, ok, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; most of the money will go to bills, debt, and savings, but at least I won't be drowning in a sea of cashless boredom. Anyhoo, the job should be a good one, and I look forward to getting out of the restaurant business. I tried it out, because I thought it would work for me, but . . . but I'm a little tired of hauling hundred-pound garbage cans at midnight and picking up after people. Speaking of those "people," they suck! I work in a restaurant where most of the customers are somewhere between "well off" and "filthy rich." They think they own the world, what with their $300 champagne, Louis Vitton bags, and bejeweled Blackberries. Well guess what? I hear your inane conversations, and you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;! You're egotistical, self-hating wealth-mongers (I said monger!) who have nothing better to talk about than how the weather was in Morocco last spring and how tasty the Mojitos were! All right, some of you are nice. And maybe I'm jealous (I am). But . . . well, I forgot my point. The point is, I have a new job and I'm think that's peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Look forward to a brand new header image for my blog courtesy of my dashing and talented boyfriend, Ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. And people that can afford a five-star restaurant should be able to afford a 20% tip for God's sake!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111766665522105672?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111766665522105672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111766665522105672&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111766665522105672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111766665522105672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/money-is-root-of-all-happiness.html' title='Money is the root of all . . . HAPPINESS!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111759089711084485</id><published>2005-05-31T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T18:54:57.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review -- Desperate Housewives Finale</title><content type='html'>(Overheard:) "Oh my god, that is the gayest thing ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, so I admit I'm absolutely hooked on America's favorite zany drama. Although, I wasn't sold from day one. I'm the type that tends to shy away from TV shows and movies that stir up a lot of hype, and I avoided Desperate Housewives when it premiered. But thanks to the nagging of my beloved friends, I sat down and watched an episode a little later in the season. Suffice it to say, it nabbed me. The girls are lovable yet nasty, and the plot lines are juicy but so clever, you never think you're watching a soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the finale... television writing greatness. The mystery was unraveled, but still left open enough to make you want more. And the scene involving Bree learning of her husband Rex's death was a gem I rarely see on TV anymore. Heartbreaking and raw. All in all, it was just about perfect and I can't wait for next season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salt City Score: A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So people, tell me what you thought of it!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. According to an online "Which Desperate Housewife are You?" quiz. I'm Lynette. (wtf? We all know how much I love children....)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/12663564-111759089711084485?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111759089711084485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111759089711084485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111759089711084485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111759089711084485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/review-desperate-housewives-finale.html' title='Review -- Desperate Housewives Finale'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111758886388932133</id><published>2005-05-31T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:37:17.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My How Interesting My Life Is....</title><content type='html'>Blogging is hard! Thinking up interesting things to write about and share with the Net-verse doesn't come as easily as some may think . . . or maybe I'm just boring. Well, whichever it is, it's no excuse not to just goddamn write &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;!  So, without further ado, I give you . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Salt City Reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, so it's not really a fresh, innovative idea, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, basically, I intend to share reviews of anything that I may have the chance of experiencing here in my Utah-world; whether that may be movies, television, games (I lik-a da games!), plays or whatnot. Hopefully, my friends (or random viewer-ites) will respond with their own ideas about these pieces of media. After all, I believe open discussion is one of the best ways to learn and expand our experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not anything else, it will at least give me something to do when I would otherwise stare at my pretty beige walls.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/12663564-111758886388932133?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111758886388932133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111758886388932133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111758886388932133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111758886388932133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-how-interesting-my-life-is.html' title='My How Interesting My Life Is....'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111657540411589749</id><published>2005-05-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T00:50:04.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Corner #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes once gazed a magnificent bird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An aerial creature beyond comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My focus fixed upon her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stared in breathless awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her beauty, stunning--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piercing eyes of black and a beak like hard chrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wings shimmering a shade of every color,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a natural copy of God's rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She took flight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her eyes could see wondrous sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her beak sounded a thunderous call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her wings carried her to the highest perches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then as I watched, rapt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Other birds flew at her, screeching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They bit her and tore at her with deadly talons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They attacked with seething fury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At once I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The marvelous bird's cousins were afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They could not understand the brilliant-colored bird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in fear and ignorance, they assailed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sat helpless, my heart aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The poor, rainbow-colored bird was lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was battered, bloodied and wounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The magnificence blurred by pain and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as I began to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I witnessed a miracle in the pale sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The brilliant goddess found her strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And rejoined the clouds in victory over death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She soared on damaged wings of color,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing with a broken voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She viewed the world with scarred vision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I shall forever see her, the bird of ravaged glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111657540411589749?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111657540411589749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111657540411589749&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111657540411589749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111657540411589749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/poetry-corner-2.html' title='Poetry Corner #2'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111630731474835568</id><published>2005-05-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:21:54.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message to the Masses</title><content type='html'>I've reached over 100 hits on my blog!  (Fanfare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, people...that means that those of you who read this more than occasionally (you know who you are) need to comment! Sure, I could just put my thoughts and ramblings out on the Net for the world to see for no reason, but I wanna hear what you have to say!  Just a few words will do. Come on...stroke my ego, will ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111630731474835568?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111630731474835568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111630731474835568&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111630731474835568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111630731474835568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/message-to-masses.html' title='Message to the Masses'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111626792680269962</id><published>2005-05-16T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:25:01.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect the Children!</title><content type='html'>Today I read a news story about an issue in Oklahoma libraries. Apparently, lawmakers in that state recently passed a resolution asking public libraries to remove children's books with gay/lesbian themes to adult sections, so that kids can't check them out. The resolution followed a reported complaint from parents of a 6-year-old who checked out a children's book called "King and King," a fairy-tale about two princes who fall in love. It's completely unsurprising, and expected. Parents like these feel the need to shield their kids from anything that might promote tolerance or acceptance, or even just mere information about homosexuals. I get it, parents. You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;. Scared that your kids might just happen to read a story about two boys who fall in love and believe that it could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually occur.&lt;/span&gt; Well guess what, jackasses, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; occur. It happens every day in every culture of the world to people of every race, religion, sex, and age. "Protecting" your children from viewing uplifting stories about real-life relationships only confuses them later in life. When that 6-year-old child grows up and learns that her best friend can't take his boyfriend to his own prom, she's going to wonder why. When her aunt comes out as a lesbian and cannot adopt a child with her partner, she's going to wonder why. And when she herself questions her own sexuality one day, she's going to be confused because she never learned that finding your sexuality is part of life, and helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead. Take "King and King" away from the curious minds of children who just want to learn and understand. But stop this nonsense of crying and shouting and cursing when your kids find the courage to come out to you. You don't deserve the pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111626792680269962?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111626792680269962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111626792680269962&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111626792680269962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111626792680269962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/protect-children.html' title='Protect the Children!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111596576909856459</id><published>2005-05-12T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:59:11.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(untitled)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hold you in my hands&lt;br /&gt;a little animal&lt;br /&gt;and only some idiot would let you go&lt;br /&gt;but if i'm one thing then that's the one thing&lt;br /&gt;i should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anybody find their home?&lt;br /&gt;out of everyone can anybody find their home?&lt;br /&gt;lost in the sun can anybody find their home?&lt;br /&gt;come on, come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;can anybody find their home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold you in cupped hands&lt;br /&gt;and shield you from a storm&lt;br /&gt;where only some dumb idiot would let you go&lt;br /&gt;but if i'm one thing then that's the one thing&lt;br /&gt;i should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('sunshine', by keane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.solisearch.net/ims/pic.php?u=12759tjrhT&amp;i=74367"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111596576909856459?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111596576909856459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111596576909856459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111596576909856459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111596576909856459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled.html' title='(untitled)'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111593423874469378</id><published>2005-05-12T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:43:58.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the FLOPera</title><content type='html'>Last night was movie night! Which means I shelled out a buck fifty for a movie that's been out for a while. Actually, Ben paid the ticket...but I paid for the food (Which amounted to $7.50...waitaminute...). We decided on Phantom of the Opera (Jenn will be angry with me). Although the movie wasn't a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;total&lt;/span&gt; bomb, it just didn't do it for me. Now, I've never actually seen an entire stage production of the great Phantom like my companions did, but I know enough about the epic. Basically, it felt like another Hollywood sellout--appealing to the masses by flaunting big-budget special effects and such. Forget about good acting or singing (hello!) talent, we wanna make money! It was just all wrong, and really a shame too. Emma Rossum (sp?) can sing, but can't act. Gerard Butler can act, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; can't sing. And Raul (sp?) was played by a cardboard ken doll with about as much charisma as Chelsea Clinton (yeah, I went for it!). All in all, it was fun to see and hear Andrew Lloyd Webber's creation on screen, but I mostly just went home thinking about the popcorn kernel in my tooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111593423874469378?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111593423874469378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111593423874469378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111593423874469378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111593423874469378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/phantom-of-flopera.html' title='The Phantom of the FLOPera'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111585463479137750</id><published>2005-05-11T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:37:14.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is He On...?</title><content type='html'>Last night (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; last night) I decided to share with the world a little of the poetry that spewed from my mind a few months ago.  Today, I was going to try to explain it a little, but . . . but I decided &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;to explain it.  It just is what it is, so there!  However, the whole thing has made me realize that I desire to write more.  I have so many ideas and stories and words in this ol' noggin that really shouldn't be kept locked up in a dirty 15-foot hole with no food or water (It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again!). Because, you know, if you starve your imagination, and don't let it out to play once in a while, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;shrivel up and die one day. And those with no imagination? Well they get stuck in low-paying cubicle jobs and push papers all day (and don't like it, for those of you who are saying "Hey! That's my career!"). Although, some of us may give our imaginations &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much freedom, as in the case of that poor Georgia Runaway Bride.  You know, if you ask me, she should have just kept the whole thing going. Then she could have faked a ransom and then faked her own rescue!  Oh wait, is that evil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111585463479137750?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111585463479137750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111585463479137750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111585463479137750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111585463479137750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-he-on.html' title='Is He On...?'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111579513624909963</id><published>2005-05-11T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:05:36.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Corner #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I take you by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;Will you walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;I can guide you; I will follow you.&lt;br /&gt;Put your trust in me and open your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin your journey.&lt;br /&gt;Step out of the realm you once knew&lt;br /&gt;And enter the place you have been waiting to join.&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are here with me,&lt;br /&gt;You're beginning to understand the realness of it.&lt;br /&gt;The line between truth and untruth is dissolving.&lt;br /&gt;You can wash away the web of visceral, tangible, surreal....&lt;br /&gt;And step into the flowing liquid of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie here now. Feel the energies--&lt;br /&gt;All of the energies that are around you;&lt;br /&gt;That are above you--&lt;br /&gt;Beneath you--&lt;br /&gt;Inside you.&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know this place&lt;br /&gt;Is NOT a place.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't boundaries or a universe&lt;br /&gt;Or even words....&lt;br /&gt;It just IS.&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/12663564-111579513624909963?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111579513624909963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111579513624909963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111579513624909963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111579513624909963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/poetry-corner-1.html' title='Poetry Corner #1'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111545226583363954</id><published>2005-05-07T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:51:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Tyra Banks</title><content type='html'>If you click on the little "Next Blog" button at the top of the screen when you're at this site, it will cycle through all sorts of fun and uplifting things!  Ok, actually, over half of what you come up with will be advertisement pages and links to porn sites (one even titled tyra banks blog).  These are blogs? What? Well, save yourself the trouble and stick with mine.  It will do no harm to you. I will talk about many interesting things, like...like... sandwiches.  Mmm, sandwiches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, so not every entry has to be an intellectual gem.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111545226583363954?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111545226583363954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111545226583363954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111545226583363954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111545226583363954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/poor-tyra-banks.html' title='Poor Tyra Banks'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111542292955268247</id><published>2005-05-06T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:23:42.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, the Gay Piggie</title><content type='html'>My blog hasn't even been up for a week yet, and it's already causing a stir. Yesterday's entry sited a Virginia-based (I think) blog entitled "Fighting the Homosexual Agenda." Apparently, my comments about the remarks made by the owner of the site--calling himself "Pastor John"--incited the holy man himself to contact me. I received the following comment from the rabble-rouser himself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"  you homosexual swine. i'm not afriad. the atf flies two planes over my house every day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Capitalization is apparently beneath the Pastor. My blog has stirred up some online controversy and she's but three days old! Anyway, I don't remember threatening him or people like him, so I don't know why he felt the need to tell me he certainly wasn't "afriad" of me. Although, I'm quite impressed that this man has garnered the respect of the Advanced Tactical Fighters branch of the military enough that they would guard his house with (very expensive) planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I underestimated the "threat" that we homos pose to the nation. We're obviously so dangerous that the military must protect its "holier" citizens with vehicles that might otherwise go to the war in Iraq. Quite impressive indeed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&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/12663564-111542292955268247?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111542292955268247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111542292955268247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111542292955268247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111542292955268247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-gay-piggie.html' title='Me, the Gay Piggie'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111532119958181336</id><published>2005-05-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T14:06:05.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Fellow Man</title><content type='html'>Today, I was looking at random blog sites. I just click "Random Blog" and a new one pops up everytime! There's blogs by junior high kids, politicians, feminists, and more! My favorite one, however, is a lovely blog entitled "&lt;a href="http://virginiarepublican.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fighting the Homosexual Agenda&lt;/a&gt;." The author has taken it upon himself to shout down the entire gay population and rally others to his cause. Here's a snippet gem regarding the apparent threat of homosexual immigrants: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....what will we do about it?.... if you hear a man talking funny like a girl or a mexican, make sure children and animals steer clear, then report that man to the local authorities or better yet the local militia. don't bother talking to the fbi though, it is a haven for french spies and possibly transexuals...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He then goes on to point out that the homsexual agenda's primary points are "recruitment, destroying our way of life with homosexual marriage, and getting rights any way they can." Apparently, all us gays are out to get children into our kiddie-porn movies, and form a India-like caste system where the fags are on top! Well, I've been out of the loop because I haven't heard about any of this from the Queen Gay Herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like this make me want to vomit. Apparently, he has nothing better to do then attack people whose lives really don't affect him in any way. What's scary is the ideas he harbors lie in the minds of some of the people in our government. I could go on and on about this wacko, but I think I've already given him too much of my precious attention. If you want a good laugh, &lt;a href="http://virginiarepublican.blogspot.com/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;! (Or save yourself the mind-mugging, and don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;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/12663564-111532119958181336?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111532119958181336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111532119958181336&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111532119958181336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111532119958181336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-fellow-man.html' title='Your Fellow Man'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111531871409364149</id><published>2005-05-05T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:45:14.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/122/5600/640/myface.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/122/5600/320/myface.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, from my mobile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111531871409364149?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111531871409364149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111531871409364149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111531871409364149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111531871409364149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-me-from-my-mobile.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111526612321152193</id><published>2005-05-04T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:08:43.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nukyoolar Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (This entry was originally posted on my previous blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So I was reading Margaret Cho's blog (&lt;a href="http://margaretcho.com/blog/blog.htm"&gt;margaretcho.com/blog/blog.htm&lt;/a&gt;) and she has a recent entry entitled "I Would Love to Be White" (1/23/2005).  Now, I'm not one to steal ideas, but it got me thinking . . . wouldn't it be great to be President Bush?  I mean, first of all, he lives in the White House. I bet there are tons of rare American trinkets, secret passageways, and buttons marked "Launch Nukyoolar Missile." And what a history the place has. All the presidents over the last two and a half centuries have shacked up there. Can you imagine sleeping in a room where Abraham Lincoln, Richard Nixon, and William H. Taft have all done the horizontal tango? (Actually, I wish I hadn't).  And I'd feel pretty good about myself if I was the Ol' Bushwacker.  Almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; of the country I'd be running would think I was doing a good job.  Also, who wouldn't like to spend $200 billion on their own personal crusade.  Although, I think that instead of using the money on a confusing war that cost the lives of tens of thousands of Iragi civilians, 1,500 (and counting) US troops, and countless other casualties (as fun as it sounds), I'd spend it on a whole new wardrobe!  Oh, and maybe something here and there for health care, education, blah, blah, blah.  Yeah, life would be good as George Dub-ya.  The religious wackos would love me, so even if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; front a bloody all-for-nothing war, at least people would still tell me I'm going to heaven anyway.  And those who disagree with me and the religious right of America?  Well, those liberal homosexuals can drown in a sea of censorship and bigotry for all I care, cuz I'm still the fuckin' President!  I won again!  Oh yeah, life is good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111526612321152193?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111526612321152193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111526612321152193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526612321152193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526612321152193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/nukyoolar-writing.html' title='Nukyoolar Writing'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111526606123085293</id><published>2005-05-04T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:07:41.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (This entry was originally posted on my previous blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*~~Now what?&lt;/span&gt; Josh asked himself annoyedly. He had started a brand new blog, but didn't know where to go from there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why has nobody commented? &lt;/span&gt;he thought, lamenting. If he thought harder, he'd have figured that maybe it takes more than a day for a blog to become something of a national interest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're right.&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Yes I am. And so, Josh decided he needed to write about something at least a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;bit interesting, and began brainstorming.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111526606123085293?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111526606123085293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111526606123085293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526606123085293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526606123085293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/chapter-i.html' title='Chapter I'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111526597283628201</id><published>2005-05-04T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:06:43.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Shmemail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(This entry was originally posted on my previous blog.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my next trick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to follow the masses (again) and secure myself one of those newfangled Gmail accounts. So if you're reading this, and you're my friend... you may now begin emailing me at jradamson@gmail.com (the "r" stands for "rad!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Peace out, all you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111526597283628201?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111526597283628201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111526597283628201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526597283628201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526597283628201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/email-shmemail.html' title='Email Shmemail'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111526590542516858</id><published>2005-05-04T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:05:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preface</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(This entry was originally posted on my previous blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*~~&lt;/span&gt; As Josh stared blankly at the computer monitor, he wondered what in the world he should write for his first blog entry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why on Earth did I decide to sign up for this? &lt;/span&gt;He asked himself. He shrugged and decided that it didn't matter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; he was joining the ranks of the already crowded blogging community. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just have things to say,&lt;/span&gt; he concluded.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if anyone cares to listen, that'd be great. ~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111526590542516858?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111526590542516858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111526590542516858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526590542516858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526590542516858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/preface.html' title='Preface'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663564.post-111526574816409531</id><published>2005-05-04T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:02:28.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>I discovered that my previous blog support site didn't really have the features I was looking for. So, welcome to my new blog!  Ok, so nobody had time to even see my old blog, so I'm basically talking to air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the title is different (obviously). Why? Oh, I don't know. Thought it had a better ring to it (and hopefully easier for people to remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo . . . I'm just going to post the first entries from my other site here for continuity's sake. Thank you and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663564-111526574816409531?l=saltcityboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111526574816409531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663564&amp;postID=111526574816409531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526574816409531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663564/posts/default/111526574816409531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltcityboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067287908428356834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.fivexfive.com/joshprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
