<?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-1145302016763650053</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:31.863-07:00</updated><category term='life recap'/><category term='everything'/><title type='text'>Urgack</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-1043623986476107959</id><published>2009-05-27T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:32:28.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone still here?</title><content type='html'>If anyone is still following this RSS feed or coming to urgack.blogspot.com, please update your book marks and RSS readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find my blog at www.urgack.com and subscribe to the RSS feed there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-1043623986476107959?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/1043623986476107959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=1043623986476107959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1043623986476107959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1043623986476107959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-anyone-still-here.html' title='Is anyone still here?'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-2819282302665105916</id><published>2009-02-17T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:31:41.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on!</title><content type='html'>This blog is dead.  All future posts are at urgack.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your RSS, and don't even try to visit here.  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From here on out, I will be posting blogs over at &lt;a href="http://www.urgack.com"&gt;urgack.com&lt;/a&gt;, and only a snippet and a link to the post on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the design of urgack.com is pretty nasty right now, so this blog will remain up until the redesign is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the redesign is finished, this address (urgack.blogspot.com) will just bring you right to urgack.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that subscribe via RSS, you can subscribe to the full posts over at urgack.com or just use &lt;a href="http://www.urgack.com/wp/?feed=rss2"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-2051057632470384159?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/2051057632470384159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=2051057632470384159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2051057632470384159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2051057632470384159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2009/02/10987.html' title='10...9...8...7...'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3549251311424749750</id><published>2009-02-11T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:49:10.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Auto Bus (El out-oh boos)</title><content type='html'>(Note:  If you'd like, you can read this blog at &lt;a href="http://www.urgack.com"&gt;www.urgack.com&lt;/a&gt;.  As soon as the design is all finished, I'll be moving all my blogging over there.  Until then, all blogs will be posted in both places.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of weeks I've been back to riding the the 'ol CTA to and from work.  It's been kind of nice, actually, since it's not bitterly cold out, and it really doesn't take much longer than it did to drive.  But it had been quite some time since I was a regular bus user, and it's reminded me that I live in the city.  Por ejemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus, without question, is the most diverse place I've ever been.  I grew up in a town that was predominately white.  In fact, Wikipedia tells me that Cary is 95% white.  That's a pasty town.  Rock Island, home to my Alma Mater, may have had a bit more of a diverse population with only 77% of its residents being Caucasian, but Augusta College itself was 95% white.  Up until moving to the city, I had lead a very racially segregated life.  It wasn't a matter of racism or of conscious decision to do so, it was just where I was born and where I ended up going to school.  But no matter the reasons, my exposure to a racially and culturally diverse populace was extremely limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the bus.  The bus is an amalgamation of all the people of Chicago.  I take two buses to work, the 76 East bound on Diversey, and the 50 North bound on Damen.  These buses both go through numerous neighborhoods and pick up all sorts of people.  It makes for a great people watching experience.  And it's also good for me to get rid of some of my inhibitions, my preconceived notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call myself a racist (but who would?), but I know that because of my limited interaction with people of other races and cultures I base most of my thoughts and actions about other people on stereotypes.  Riding the bus has let me be around a 'melting pot' of people and really allow me to see beyond the stereo types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held conversations with the random people sitting next to me, seen the common courtesy of people giving up their seat for an older woman, call out for the bus driver to stop when they see someone chasing the bus.  As dirty as some the CTA buses are, it really seems to be its own little community.  We are bus riders, and we have that in common, so we can look out for each other.  Even just a smile at the person who sits down next to you is more than you'd ever really get just out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it gets a bit warmer out, I'll be riding my scooter to work mroe often, but I'll definitely be taking the bus on rainy days, and I think I'll look forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3549251311424749750?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3549251311424749750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3549251311424749750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3549251311424749750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3549251311424749750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-auto-bus-el-out-oh-boos.html' title='El Auto Bus (El out-oh boos)'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-1671679822260014173</id><published>2009-01-15T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:31:49.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still working on will power</title><content type='html'>This week started my "get up at 6 and go workout" week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it on Tuesday, and I was very proud of myself.  I felt really good.  Then this morning rolled around.  Alarm went off at 6, I said "holy shit it's cold out" and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did get up an hour later, I did some pushups and planks, so that's not too bad.  But if I'm gonna reach my goal, I'm gonna have to actually go to the gym.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on exercising my will power recently.  I had started to slip into a habit of  "just one won't hurt" and all those "just one"s were starting to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one stop at McDonalds, just one donut, I'll just bite this one finger nail.  You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bit my nails in over a week (which is impressive for me, really).  I actually busted out the nail clippers like a real human being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to hoping I can keep up with my own ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Dave and I sat down to build my new computer on Tuesday.  It was quite a daunting task, with wires everywhere and all sorts of very vague installation instructions.  After four hours of plugging and screwing and securing, we were pretty sure everything was connected and in the right spot, so we plugged it in and... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another hour of trouble shooting, we had pretty much concluded that my power supply was dead.  Which, in the grand scheme of things, is probably the best component to be dead.  I verified this with Raidmax tech support (the maker of the PSU) by completing the circuit with a paper clip and trying to turn it on (and not electrocute myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't turn on, so it's definitely dead, so I ordered a new PSU from Amazon and it should be here on Monday.  So keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming in this weekend for dinner, and my dad and I are hopefully going on the Goose Island Brewery tour (we're on a waiting list right now).  I'm looking forward to it, and if we don't get in on the tour, we can at least just drink beer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-1671679822260014173?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/1671679822260014173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=1671679822260014173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1671679822260014173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1671679822260014173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-working-on-will-power.html' title='Still working on will power'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3697004082319782348</id><published>2009-01-07T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:58:02.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is the new year...</title><content type='html'>Christmas was great.  I went home with Amber and Ethan to see my whole Mom's side of the family.  It was a fantastic few days, with Ethan being a big hit and falling in love with my cousin Kendall, and just being around family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years was fairly low key.  We went over to Amber's friend's place for a kid friendly party.  In this case, 'kid friendly' meant the kids stayed in the basement with a baby sitter and the adults got drunk and ate bagel wrapped hot dogs.  Good times, and only a bit of a hang over the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently joined XSport fitness and it's been good to get back to the gym (though being sick on and off for the past few weeks have made that difficult).  I'm really excited to get through their little training for the climbing wall so I can go use that whenever I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going skiing up at Cascade this Saturday, and though it's no Breckenridge, I'm still really pumped.  It's just Dave and Russ and I going I think, but that should be a blast.  I get to try out the new goggles I got for Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3697004082319782348?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3697004082319782348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3697004082319782348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3697004082319782348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3697004082319782348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-is-new-year.html' title='So this is the new year...'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6529117617559101453</id><published>2008-12-18T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:19:30.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technically a tomato is not a vegetable.  It's a kind of dolphin.</title><content type='html'>short post now.  longer post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really just because I'm super bored at work.  Half the office is in a meeting, I've been out sick for the past two days and it's hard to really do much when the boss isn't here and tomorrow is Friday.  I kind of want some V8, and I'm thinking about walking down to the convenient mart, but I'm pretty sure it's fucking cold out there, so we'll see how much I don't want to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it we're in for another huge snow storm tonight.  I heard horror stories about 5 hour commutes and such on Tuesday night, but I was busy laying in bed being sick, so it didn't really affect me.  I just got to watch big fluffy snowflakes fall outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all moved into the new place, and it's looking pretty schnazzy.  Way less bachelor pad than the old place, much more sophistomicated adult.  There are nice pictures on the walls.  Furniture that wasn't bought on craigslist.  And it doesn't smell like rotten fruit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days we were without heat, so we didn't sleep there, but I did spend a long time there in the 43 degree living room putting various Ikea furniture together.  All in all, I've put together a bed, a fancy shmancy headboard, a book shelf, another bed, and I have a coffee table to do when I get home tonight.  I also still need to hang the coat rack and the guitars.  It's been kind of fun putting the place together, and it already feels like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to christmas, going home to see the family.  It'll be nice to break away from the city and work and all that for just a couple days.  Although, minus the slush, the city is quite beautiful when snow-covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I probably should get back to doing something productive at work.  I've got a bunch to spew out in here (not unlike all the spewing I did Tuesday night), so I'll post that later... though perhaps in an interesting format...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6529117617559101453?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6529117617559101453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6529117617559101453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6529117617559101453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6529117617559101453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/12/technically-tomato-is-not-vegetable-its.html' title='Technically a tomato is not a vegetable.  It&apos;s a kind of dolphin.'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-642587007011472945</id><published>2008-11-07T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:14:21.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is all about bands</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, if you get your hopes up to high, the actuality turns into quite the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the search for a band that I can really pour myself into.  My search has lead me to a few different bands in the past year, and none have really satisfied what it is I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently came across the band Flame Shark (thanks to Amber randomly picking up a Reader one day) and gave them a listen.  Their music is really really good.  It's like early Wilco meets Dylan meets some of the slower stuff by Jet.  And, there were looking for a drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I'm frustrated, disappointed, and just kind of down.  I met the guys in Flame Shark, had dinner at their place, hung out, and turns out they are three really cool guys.  Their attitudes toward music and their musical abilities were exactly what I had been looking for in a band.  And on top of that, their music was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, after about a month of "courting," I finally got over that and jammed with them a bit.  And I felt nothing.  I don't know if it was the fact that I had built it up too much, or that it really just wasn't a style meant for me.  I'm leaning toward the latter, as I really feel like I need a more rock centered band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the search continues.  I'll scour Craigslist and the Reader and hope to find a band that embodies what I want in a band that happens to be looking for a drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rough when your passion is so hard to fulfill, but I'm not going to stop trying to find the right band for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm about to write a review of &lt;a href="http://www.mint.com/"&gt;mint.com&lt;/a&gt; over on &lt;a href="http://www.teamhamsterhat.com/"&gt;team hamster hat&lt;/a&gt; so go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-642587007011472945?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/642587007011472945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=642587007011472945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/642587007011472945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/642587007011472945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-post-is-all-about-bands.html' title='This post is all about bands'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-8981430460441238405</id><published>2008-10-12T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:35:32.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket</title><content type='html'>Today is the Chicago Marathon.  I stood up on the roof for a while, watched the leaders come through.  They run right down Taylor Street in front of our place, around mile 17 or so.  There was a pack of three right out front, and a lone dude back in forth a little back.  I'm pretty sure it was the guy in forth that ended up winning it. Pretty cool, I have a picture of him from the roof.&lt;img src="http://www.urgack.com/junk/runner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 hours later, there were people walking by.  &lt;a href="http://www.teamhamsterhat.com"&gt; Team Hamster Hat &lt;/a&gt; has a nice little article about how I feel about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber and I went to see Broken Social Scene at the Vic on Thursday night.  It was a pretty good show, though not as good as when the played the Metro.  The Vic just doesn't seem to be as good.  Plus, the urinal flooded all over my feet.  That's just gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna look for another band to play in, or if I'm feeling quite ambitious, create my own band.  If any members of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/catchatiger"&gt;Catch a Tiger&lt;/a&gt; are reading this, don't worry.  It's not a replacement band.  It's just another band.  I really want to play some straight up rock.  Raconteurs, Queens of the Stone Age, Black Mountain type stuff.  Really good riff rock, where I can play with some mean sass and really groove.  We'll see how that goes, since my initial perusal of Craigslist certainly left me with something to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fonts on my computer somehow got all fucked up a few days ago (I blame a certain someone... but she's cute enough for me to not be mad).  So I just backed all my stuff up and did a clean install of the whole system.  Sometimes I like doing that.  For one thing, the computer always seems to run a little faster after that, just cos all the random crap that ends up on here is gone.  Also because any software that gives you a free trial, you can get it again.  I'm thinking I might actually buy Transmit, an FTP client, because it really is just better than anything else out there for the mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band practice tonight, which will be the first in almost two weeks.  I'm antsy, been too long since I played.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's shower time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-8981430460441238405?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/8981430460441238405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=8981430460441238405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8981430460441238405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8981430460441238405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/10/rocket.html' title='Rocket'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-4085029479972644319</id><published>2008-10-09T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:28:03.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgack lives!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my website, www.bryandunk.com no longer exists (in practice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgack.com is the new home to Bryan Dunk.  As such, blog.urgack.com will bring you to this blog (and will probably eventually just pull posts from this blog directly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to do this because I wanted to build more of a brand for myself, and Urgack is that brand.  There will now be music, web development, blogs, and more all from the central hub of Urgack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So update you links, books marks and all that good stuff if you so choose,but I've set it up so you shouldn't even have to do anything to see this change anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-4085029479972644319?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/4085029479972644319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=4085029479972644319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4085029479972644319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4085029479972644319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/10/urgack-lives.html' title='Urgack lives!'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-2804335099604247055</id><published>2008-10-01T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:29:54.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say Smell Can Conjure Memories</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at work, tying not to be incredibly bored.  Today was one of those days that I have to pretend I'm not a web developer and am instead the office admin. (I don't like these days).  I've been creating invoices all day, and next i'm going to fill out stupid paper work for a mail in rebate on a new computer.  Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bryandunk.com/junk/skittles.JPG" align="right" /&gt;So to bring a little sunshine into this overcast admin day, I grabbed a fun size bag of skittles, opened them up and arranged them like so. The smell of skittles hit me and instantly my brain shot back to wandering the halls of Crystal Lake South High School.  My dad used to be a Dean there, and sometimes he would supervise basketball games.  I would tag along and wander around as a 6th grader staring into the world of the awesome high schoolers.  Apparently, the smell of skittles from the concession stand evokes that memory.  Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-2804335099604247055?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/2804335099604247055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=2804335099604247055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2804335099604247055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2804335099604247055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-say-smell-can-conjure-memories.html' title='They Say Smell Can Conjure Memories'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-438859524237450124</id><published>2008-09-29T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:37:29.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Finally Set Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think summer may really be over.  The forcast for the next several days (as far as I can see anyway) is barely gonna break 70, with lows in the 40s.  40s!!!!  What is this, &lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/03_03/mooseDM2003_468x440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Alaska!?&lt;/a&gt;  I wore a long sleeved shirt for the first time since last winter, and if you know my usual getup of t-shirt and jeans, you know that's strange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/catchatiger" target="_blank"&gt;Catch A Tiger&lt;/a&gt; played a show at The Bottom Lounge this past Thursday with some pretty cool bands (The Lauretes, The Winter Sounds, and Love In October).  There was free &lt;a href="http://theconsumerscorner.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/sparks_plus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Sparks&lt;/a&gt; for the bands which wasn't a good thing.  It wasn't a bad thing either... but my body hurt on Friday.  I don't think the human body is meant to drink 4 of those.  Met some cool people though, and overall I think the show went really well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In related CAT news, I've been working on the website a bit and I think I should be able to finish it by the end of October.  &lt;a href="http://www.moochieboochie.com" target="_blank"&gt;Juli&lt;/a&gt; designed the site, and I'm working on all the coding.  Got some cool things in store like a video blog, as well as a sweet backend I'm working on that will let the band members log in and post blogs and stuff.  Should be a good way for me to expand my skill set and make something cool for the band.  I'll definitely let you know when it's all up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been looking at apartments lately, trying to find something in a better neighborhood, off busy streets, and closer to the places I frequent.  Little Italy is a nice place, but I don't go to UIC so there's no real reason for me to be down here.  Plus, I think I could find a place in Wicker Park, Logan Square, or Ukranian Village that's the same price or cheaper and much nicer.  Our place is ok, but has some huge draw backs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this week is going to be a good week.  I have a healthy amount of work on my plate at Sandstorm, as well as some personal projects to work on in my free time.  Going to see a movie tonight, and have dinner planned with my parents on Sunday.  All in all, I like the way things are going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last thing before I go.  As a web developer, I encounter alot of non-tech people.  The vast majority of people who use the internet don't actually know anything about the technology they are using.  They use what someone taught them to use, be that a friends or family or their job.  And 9 times out of 10, that person doesn't know anything either.  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.dinosaurseateverybody.com/blog.php?post=88" target="_blank"&gt;Dave Schwantes&lt;/a&gt;' blog for a better idea of what I'm getting at.  And if you're one of those people still using IE6, please think of upgrading, as you'll be doing everyone, especially yourself, a favor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-438859524237450124?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/438859524237450124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=438859524237450124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/438859524237450124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/438859524237450124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-finally-set-free.html' title='When Finally Set Free'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-5676676338938012468</id><published>2008-09-20T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:24:36.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel fall coming</title><content type='html'>The days are getting shorter.  It's noticeable now.  Sun sets well before 8.  Weather having a hard time getting above 70.  I can feel it in myself too.  Drinking more tea. Hot apple cider.  Looking forward to warm mornings in bed.  The extra body heat is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go the Hideout Block Party this weekend, but became highly unmotivated.  A combination of not wanting to spend the money and of having band practice Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk more on this blog about what's been going on, but there are obvious reasons I can't.  I want more people to know how in love I am.  I want more people to meet her, to get to know her.  To see what a perfect match I've found.  And I will, in time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch A Tiger is playing the Bottom Lounge this Thursday.  Some bigger bands are on the bill, all three of them signed to labels I believe.  I feel like this is going to be a good one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like when she leaves without a kiss.  Without telling me she loves me.  I know she does, but I still don't like it.  I know I could have been more helpful.  What's 15 minutes to give her a ride?  She deserves to be at the top of my priorities at all times.  I'll do my best to make sure she is.  After all, she makes me incredibly happy.  I should do the same for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-5676676338938012468?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/5676676338938012468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=5676676338938012468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/5676676338938012468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/5676676338938012468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-fall-coming.html' title='I feel fall coming'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-5023172326575942893</id><published>2008-08-31T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:25:34.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Massive Update</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, it's been way too long since I've written anything of substance in here.  No one really cares about the yellow pages, or how much i dislike people who misspell my name (alot, for the record).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the things you've been missing out on, if I never talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the musical front, there's been some sh*t goin down!  I left The Uncontrollable Few.  They are great guys (and gal) and I enjoyed playing with them, but our musical paths were not leading us in the same direction and I felt it was better to just cut loose than to try and force change.  It is Megg and Charlie's baby anyway, so better for them to find a drummer who can be content just playing their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a new band, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/catchatiger"&gt;Catch A Tiger&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a six piece band that mashes together dance-rock, indie pop, and carnival waltzes.  Pretty fun stuff.  We've got our first show coming up this Friday at &lt;a href="http://www.elboroomchicago.com"&gt;The Elbo Room&lt;/a&gt;, so if you're in the area, cover is $9 and we play at 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also finished up recording an EP of my solo stuff, which I have done under the moniker &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/darkbunnymusic"&gt;Dark Bunny&lt;/a&gt; (an anagram of my name).  You can check out a few songs there, and I think I'm going to figure out how to make a torrent and get that up for people to download if they're interested.  I love constructive feedback (or over-the-top praise...) so check it out and let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan moved in around the beginning of July, and it's been pretty cool living with him.  Steve now lives next door with our 4th room mate, Dan.  We have dubbed our dual appartment complex as Castle Katssen Schlogen (or simply "The Castle").  We've thrown a very successful housewarming party, and it's pretty fun to just hang with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Steve, Nathan and I went up to the Bristol Renaissance Fair.  It certainly was much more grand and fantastical in my memories (and last year it was just really really wet).  The turkey leg was lackluster and the falconer was clearly from New York, but it was still a fun adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.marscheese.com/"&gt;Mar's Cheese Castle&lt;/a&gt; and got some cheese curds (of which I ate way too many) and two loaves of cheddar cheese bread at Amber's instance (of which I have also eaten way too much).  The mini-roadtrip aspect of the whole thing was the best part.  Windows down, music up, dancing like maniacs on 94.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the last big thing I can update is on the love life front.  I know it's been a bit shrouded in secrecy and vague little stream-of-consciousness posts on here for a while.  But it was all with good reason, and still is.  If you haven't met her, you will.  She's the most incredible woman I've ever met.  She's my best friend, and I'm crazy in love.  It's quite the feeling.  She's also far away for a few more days, and I miss her.  But no need to get all sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna go spend the entire day doing laundry, cleaning dishes, vacuuming, and probably playing Tiger Woods 09.  I am a PGA champion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-5023172326575942893?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/5023172326575942893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=5023172326575942893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/5023172326575942893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/5023172326575942893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/08/massive-update.html' title='The Massive Update'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-1859428070100371233</id><published>2008-08-24T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:00:24.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an alter ego</title><content type='html'>www.myspace.com/darkbunnymusic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-1859428070100371233?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/1859428070100371233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=1859428070100371233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1859428070100371233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1859428070100371233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-alter-ego.html' title='I have an alter ego'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6924379859200514218</id><published>2008-08-20T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:03:14.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save some trees</title><content type='html'>No one likes the Yellow Pages anyway.  That's why we have the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowpagesgoesgreen.org/stop-yellow-pages/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; site will allow you to opt out of receiving those 5 pound phone books and do your part to help the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6924379859200514218?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6924379859200514218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6924379859200514218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6924379859200514218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6924379859200514218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/08/save-some-trees.html' title='Save some trees'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-7268092672914176762</id><published>2008-08-14T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:38:59.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you</title><content type='html'>You, yes you.  You who write be emails addressed to 'Brian'.  Is it so much to ask to read how I signed my name in the email you are responding to?  It looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that 'y'?  It's in there for a reason.  I didn't make a mistake.  You're stupid. And especially those of you who have been corresponding with me for some time.  Have the common decency to make sure you're referring to this business associate with the correct name.  It would be like if I called you Henry and your name was Beverly.  It's insulting.  And I hate you for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-7268092672914176762?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/7268092672914176762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=7268092672914176762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7268092672914176762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7268092672914176762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3702274522083510217</id><published>2008-06-28T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:10:03.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what i did!</title><content type='html'>Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bryandunk.com/media/music/Fires%20of%20Heaven.m4a"&gt;Fires of Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3702274522083510217?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3702274522083510217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3702274522083510217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3702274522083510217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3702274522083510217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look what i did!'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-1126289021395460680</id><published>2008-06-28T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:11:04.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In this life, here...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm afraid to go to sleep.  What if I wake up and it was all a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, despite living in Chicago, I managed to miss the notice that this weekend is the Taste of Chicago.  I'm impressed with my own obliviousness.  In my defense though, I don't go downtown much these days or read the Red Eye or anything.  But I suppose I should try to be more aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Wonder is playing tonight, and it's free, so I'm pretty sure I'm going to try and make it out there.  It would just seem wrong not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new piece of you I learn just weaves another beautiful pattern in the fabric of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to the front door buzzer going off, which is weird since no one ever uses that except for punk ass kids as they walk by.  So I ignored it the first time.  Second time I decided to put some shorts on and go see what was up.  There was just a hand through the mail slot trying wrap a belt around the doorknob.  I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the people moving our neighbor's shit outta their apartment locked themselves out.  They thanked me a million times and assured me they were really movers.  I never really doubted them.  I think it was the large dresser sitting in the stairwell that helped their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-1126289021395460680?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/1126289021395460680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=1126289021395460680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1126289021395460680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1126289021395460680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-this-life-here.html' title='In this life, here...'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-4688289529905198368</id><published>2008-06-24T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:48:26.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In some life, somewhere...</title><content type='html'>I've spent the last two hours writing this drum part in Garageband for a song of mine.  It's done now, and I really like it.  Now I just need to get the guitar and vocals down, then lay down the bass track, then some auxiliary ones, and I'll be all set.  Sometimes I forget how much I love writing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed Justin the other day to talk to him about getting me some studio time to properly record an album.  I have 9 songs I'd like to put on there, so it'll probably take a couple weekends, but I can handle that.  I'll probably try and get in there later in July, see if I can't work out some more rough mixes here on my own so I know exactly what I want when I go in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten some encouragement recently to really focus on making my own music.  It's funny, because they've never heard any of my music, and yet seem fairly insistent that I work on it more.  I'm not really sure I understand why, but I can hope it's because they just care about what I'm passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Uncontrollable Few has a nice little month ahead of them as far as shows go.  July 2nd at the &lt;a href="http://www.bottomlounge.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bottom Lounge&lt;/a&gt;, July 11th at &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=152934132" target="_blank"&gt;Lily's&lt;/a&gt; (still getting final confirmation), and July 23rd at &lt;a href="http://www.elboroomchicago.com/elboroom/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Eblo Room&lt;/a&gt;.  We're also playing a b-day party, which is lame.  And I know you read this Megg, and I think it's lame.  Suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in rare form today.  So much to say, and all that would come out was jumbled words and nonsense.  I find myself wanting to do the every day things with you, just have you be there as part of my life.  Going to the store? wish you were there.  Wake up? wish you were there.  Get home from work? Wish you were there.  See a trend?  I miss you and you're right there.  But it has to be like that.  I know  you've got more going on than I can probably comprehend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Broken Social Scene tickets today.  I'm really pumped about that show.  I've been listening to a slightly different scope of music these days.  Or more so, I've just expanded my tastes.  Broken Social Scene, The M's, The Wrens, The Swell Season, The Frames, Metric, LCD Soundsystem, Wolf Parade.  To rattle off a few and give myself some serious indie cred... But anyway, really excited for that show.  It's not till August 2nd, and that does make me a bit nervous.  Fingers crossed man, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-4688289529905198368?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/4688289529905198368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=4688289529905198368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4688289529905198368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4688289529905198368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-some-life-somewhere.html' title='In some life, somewhere...'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-4239865972274471277</id><published>2008-06-07T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:23:28.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am niagra falls</title><content type='html'>I've been lounging around the apartment all day, waiting for a call from the guy who is supposedly coming out to fix our a/c.  It's hot.  I'm damp.  This day is less than stellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Amber has some connection, because she got us tickets to the sold out Death Cab for Cutie show at Millennium Park, on the day of the show no less.  It was a pretty awesome concert.  Maybe it was the 7 or so beers (they had Sierra Nevada on tap!  OUTSIDE!!!), or maybe it was the company, but I had a really good time.  Despite what some people have been saying about their new album, dcfc is still a rockin band, and put on a good show, even though I couldn't actually see them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band practice yesterday, and the practice space doesn't have a/c either, or windows that you can open... or any air circulation at all.  I don't know if I have ever sweat that much in my entire life.  And yet, it was a really good practice.  I'm excited to have &lt;a href="http://lifeandtimespace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; playing in the band, and I hope it becomes a permanent thing.  We've talked about making music for years now, and it's good to see that finally happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note, we (&lt;a href="hhtp://www.myspace.com/theuncontrollablefew"&gt;The Uncontrollable Few&lt;/a&gt;) are playing at &lt;a href="http://www.silvieslounge.com/"&gt;Silvie's&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow night, Sunday June 8th.  It's a shitting website, but it's a really cool bar.  So come on out!!  I wish I could tell you what time we're playing, but the band who put the show together has been less than helpful with that.  Show starts at 9ish though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the train of thought portion.  Love is a strange thing.  It can develop without intention, and certainly in places it shouldn't.  And then you're left trying to figure out how to eliminate anything romantic from a relationship so you don't fuck up a friendship.  This really works against me, seeing as I'm used to disregarding the situation and just going for what my 'heart' wants.  Well now my heart wants something my head knows I can't have.  Which of course makes me want it more.  So you can see my struggle.  A work in progress.  An apt phrase.  Cross your fingers and hope for the best.  Maybe I'll write a song about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-4239865972274471277?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/4239865972274471277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=4239865972274471277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4239865972274471277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4239865972274471277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-niagra-falls.html' title='i am niagra falls'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3797734443088522736</id><published>2008-05-28T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:12:18.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a fucked up night for you</title><content type='html'>So, the night started great.  Met up with the band at Monk's for some dinner, and then headed back to the practice space.  Had a nice practice, went out to my car and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUTHA FUCKA!!!!  My back windshield was completely shattered.  There were 10 other cars parked out front of the place and mine had to be the one to get nailed.  Stupid punk-ass kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So filed a police report, submitted it to my insurance, and with any luck it'll be fixed tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but the night doesn't end there, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm put in a bad mood now.  I was gonna go to Megg's and chill with the band, but I just wanted to get my car home now.  So I stop by the wine shop downstairs on my way home to grab some mixers for my delicious Sailor Jerry's Rum to drown my sorrows a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine shop is just closing, but I know the guy and we're cool, so I get in and grab some cokes.  Only, there's a girl in there I've never seen before behind the counter.  The three of us chat it up for alittle bit and I find out she was about a day away from becoming a marine but they found some stress fractures in her shin.  So they shipped her back form Virginia to Chicago, and it was all done in a day and she's trying to find someone she knows to stay with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I invite her up, cos who wants to sit on a street corner trying to call everyone they know to see if they can find a place to stay.  She was cool, her name's Anna, and she eventually found a friend to come pick her up.  We chilled, shared stories, and watched the Daily show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3797734443088522736?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3797734443088522736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3797734443088522736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3797734443088522736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3797734443088522736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-fucked-up-night-for-you.html' title='Here&apos;s a fucked up night for you'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-373620879895510178</id><published>2008-05-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:37:06.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the last night in my body...yeah</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with the urge to clean.  I showered, did a bunch of dishes (no, not in the shower), cleaned counters and the stove, vacuumed (which required emptying three times... that cat has so much fucking hair.)  All that's left is to clean my bathroom.  Which I'm putting off by writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's been gone for a week now and I gotta say... I miss him.  Though sometimes I go almost a week without seeing him, since he's at Kels' or class or something.  But he's done with classes for the summer (minus a blow off class he's taking) so it'll be good to have a room mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, he won't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; be my room mate in a month. He'll be my neighbor, and Nathan will be my room mate.  Which I'm pretty excited about.  Big house warming party the end of June... I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out friday night, didn't get in till 4.  Let's just say, that night didn't go how I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theuncontrollablefew" target="_blank"&gt;The Uncontrollable Few&lt;/a&gt; played a little outdoor show in downtown Westmont yesterday.  It went pretty well, and it was gorgeous out.  We play again this friday at The Fix Cafe with The American Autumn!! (Dave, Chris, Josh, and Dane's band).  check the myspace for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, starting May 19th, you can vote for The Uncontrollable Few in the Last Band Standing contest for a shot to play Lollapalooza.  So tell anyone and everyone you know to vote as many times as they can.  &lt;a href="http://www.sonicbids.com/lollapalooza08/" target="_blank"&gt;Vote here!&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber warned me about pursuing a girl that didn't live in the city.  Maybe she was right.  Granted, 20 minutes isn't that bad.  We'll see how this works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-373620879895510178?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/373620879895510178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=373620879895510178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/373620879895510178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/373620879895510178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-last-night-in-my-bodyyeah.html' title='This is the last night in my body...yeah'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6137417727564323916</id><published>2008-04-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:21:11.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Roll</title><content type='html'>I went to see The New Pornographers with Amber Sunday night.  They were amazing live.  I'd wager to say I've never seen a band who sounded so good live.  It was... um... kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've really been 'living' in the city recently.  What I mean by that is I'm going out to new places every week.  I'm meeting new people every week.  I'm venturing out and exploring and finding some pretty awesome locales and locals.  And I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the band doesn't have any shows lined up right now, so if you happen to be a killer venue and you want a band... lemme know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go read my dragon book and pass out.  Too many nights with not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6137417727564323916?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6137417727564323916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6137417727564323916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6137417727564323916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6137417727564323916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/04/rock-and-roll.html' title='Rock and Roll'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3580217093170515300</id><published>2008-04-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:35:17.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prodigal Son</title><content type='html'>You'd think with all that I've done in the past month, I would have updated this a bit more.  You know, share all my awesomeness with everyone.  But I didn't.  It's not that I didn't have time to update it... there was definitely time.  But I chose to spend it doing other things, which I shall now tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big point 1:  I went to &lt;a href="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/carenginecare/Medieval-lists.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Europe&lt;/a&gt;.  They've progressed alot since then, eh?  Dave, Jeff, and I went out to Barcelona and then to Paris to visit Dave's parents.  You can check out the flickr photo stream &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/gp/58013398@N00/x6KoVN" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It was quite an experience, but really made me appreciate Chicago.  Funny how that works.  And then, on my blue line ride home from O'Hare, there were tourists everywhere, with their big Chicago maps out.  It's weird to think of home as someplace where tourists come, but I suppose it really is, and that just makes it cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, big point 2:  I'm in a new band!!!!  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theuncontrollablefew" target="_blank"&gt;The Uncontrollable Few&lt;/a&gt;.  I found their ad on CraigsList back before I left for Europe (I've now found a love seat, a job, and a band on that site (and maybe something else...) I love it).  They had a couple shows coming up and their drummer just up and left.  So I took a listen and really liked their stuff and after a few emails, we determined I was going to listen to the songs a shit ton while away, get together once or twice before the show, and see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's what happened!  It was awesome.  The 4 other members are really cool, Charlie, Megg, Brad, and Matt.  I think as far as personalities and general outlooks, we mesh really well.  And musically, it clicked.  A total of maybe 5 hours of practice and we played our first show at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/silvieslounge" target="_blank"&gt;Silvie's Lounge&lt;/a&gt; this past Friday.  We rocked the shit outta that place.  And then they invited me to join the band as a full fledged member, which I gladly accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are playing another show coming up, April 16th at the Elbo Room, part of the International Pop Overthrow festival.  Check out the myspace for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's that.  Two pretty sweet things going for me.  I've also finished a redesign of &lt;a href="http://www.bryandunk.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.bryandunk.com&lt;/a&gt; and coded it all up last weekend.  I only have the front page now, and dummy content, and I still need to actually implement the blog rss feed... but those will come in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that wraps up about all I've got for this post, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3580217093170515300?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3580217093170515300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3580217093170515300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3580217093170515300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3580217093170515300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/04/prodigal-son.html' title='The Prodigal Son'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-7088615750514043101</id><published>2008-03-13T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:43:05.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Luck Next Time</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a call back from that band, Junior Electric.  They said they were gonna still be looking for a drummer.  Which kinda sucks, cos I think I would have really liked playing with them.  But if it's not to be, then it's not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just means that I'll be back to scouring Craig's List in search of an other possible band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially done with grad school now.  Gave my presentation on Monday, and it went well.  I haven't gotten my grad back yet... hold on, nope not posted yet.  Oh well, I'll have an A in the class anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna start reading that CSS book from work this weekend... maybe grab the lappy and head to a coffee shop or something for a while.  It's gonna take a little dedication to really teach myself all the stuff I need to know.  But the fact that I'm genuinely interested in it will make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Amber and I are gonna take a flash course sometime next month, which will be cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to Morris tomorrow evening with Chris and Dave to see their band &lt;a href="http://www.theamericanautumn.com"&gt;The American Autumn&lt;/a&gt; play.  Should be good time.  If you're around, you should come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm gonna go scour craigslist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-7088615750514043101?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/7088615750514043101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=7088615750514043101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7088615750514043101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7088615750514043101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-luck-next-time.html' title='Better Luck Next Time'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-4690560908371123888</id><published>2008-03-09T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:28:35.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>I went home Yesterday to spend some time with my family, as Liss and Iska were back home for their spring breaks.  Since my b-day is on Tuesday, this was a good time to see everyone, who I haven't really seen since new years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go rock climbing with Katie earlier on Saturday, but she had a rough Friday night and really wasn't in the right condition to climb.  It's a sad thing, because now I won't see her until she's back home from school... But at the same time, maybe that's enough time to really let all the feelings die so we can continue on with our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a productive Saturday though, I got my emissions tested on my car, and then an oil change.  And then I finally got around to returning the crockpot I got for Christmas (already had one) and got some sweet new pans.  Wooooooo pans!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a few games of pool with my dad, played with the Chihuahuas, and had a nice relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner at 1776, which is a very tasty place.  I had wild boar and venison.  Hellz yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and Iska got me a full 12 pound frozen turkey for my b-day (and a nice Express gift card).  They.  Are.  Ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got me some sweet stuff too.  The new Tolkein book (finished by his son) and a graphic fantasy novel with mice.  I also got a kick ass new camera which will help me document my trip to Europe all the better. I'll setup a flikr stream or something for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to jam/audition with this band &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/juniorelectric" target="_blank"&gt;Junior Electric&lt;/a&gt; this evening, and I'm pretty exciting.  I really dig the music they've been making, and I think it would be a really good situation to be in.  So wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-4690560908371123888?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/4690560908371123888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=4690560908371123888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4690560908371123888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4690560908371123888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-326731082631103956</id><published>2008-03-03T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:53:58.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Colbert is a little drunk</title><content type='html'>I've been watching to Colbert Report this evening, and he has slurred his words about 3 times.  Though he's already made fun of Hitler, John Stewart, and that North Korean leader.  Kim Jung Eel?  Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was pretty cool.  I partied like I was 22 again. Friday night, Steve, Doug, Kels, Nathan and I went to a club.  It was dumb.  People spilled drinks on my feet and drinks were really expensive.  I left early, took a cab home, ate soup, and passed out.  But over all it was actually a good night, due to good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Saturday was spent playing video games with Doug and napping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, now the director of the New York Philharmonic is on.  He's actually a pretty funny man.  It's a nice change from the normal politcal people they've had on recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the only way I know anything about what happens in the world is thanks to John Stewart and Stephen Colbert.  So I'd like to thank them.  And use their names in my blog in hopes that I get some more google search hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say things like "Fur is murder"  or "I love abortion"  just to see if I end up getting any google hits.  That's the fun thing about being able to track that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame meta tags don't really mean much anymore.  I suppose they were too easily manipulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to really be done with grad school.  I have so much useful stuff I'd like to learn, but so much stupid stuff I must finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird how people who learn english in england (non-native english speakers) then have british accents.  And I suppose it I were to learn spanish in spain, hispanic spanish speakers would hear the accent in me (and I suppose I in them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little random thinking, though not really profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaand, I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-326731082631103956?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/326731082631103956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=326731082631103956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/326731082631103956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/326731082631103956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-colbert-is-little-drunk.html' title='I think Colbert is a little drunk'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-8063276003795747007</id><published>2008-02-25T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:43:21.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things</title><content type='html'>1) Why the fuck is it snowing?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I washed my jeans yesterday, which is a rare occurrence, and the washing machine sucked balls, leaving a large deposit of still liquid Tide on the crotchal region.  I can STILL smell flowers emanating from my wang.  All freaking day, it's like the uber cologne.  Alma (coworker) said it was hard to breath with her mouth open by me cos she could taste it.  Yes, she could taste my crotch in the air.  This better fade soon, cos I don't like having a floral dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate people who feel the need to pull their cell phone away from their ear and speak into the screen.  They are designed to pick up your voice optimally while it is held in the normal position.  Hell, the antenna are even designed to work better when you hold them normally.  Do you even know where the microphone is?!  It's in the bottom, the part that is already by your mouth.  They can't hear you better when you take it away from your head and talk at the speaker. In fact, you know what?!?  Then you can't even hear what they're saying.  And they can probably hear you worse than they could before.  But I can hear you better, cos now you have to speak louder.  Fucking dumbass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-8063276003795747007?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/8063276003795747007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=8063276003795747007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8063276003795747007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8063276003795747007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-things.html' title='3 Things'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-8697155015378255413</id><published>2008-02-24T10:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:13:45.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make a list</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Reasons to stay in school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Masters Degree looks pretty good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning is good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living without student loans requires fulltime job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like animating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reasons to drop out of school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate software development.  This degree is focused on software development&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm very happy with my current job (which was the point of going back to school in the first place)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no degree at DePaul for exactly what I'm looking for.  This is close, but it still results in tons of coding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pretty sure I'd be better off using my free time to take a flash course, read a CSS book, and focus solely on the skills I want to build&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will have to pay these loans back eventually&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'm gonna call the folks later today and have a nice chat.  Because I have been tossing this around for a while, and really, I think my original reasons for going to grad school have been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I look for in a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the list doesn't really need to be made.  You are the things I look for in a girl.  This will make sense eventually, I promise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-8697155015378255413?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/8697155015378255413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=8697155015378255413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8697155015378255413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8697155015378255413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-make-list.html' title='Let&apos;s make a list'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-2116896121763206573</id><published>2008-02-23T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:41:34.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when we used to love this shit?</title><content type='html'>Open iTunes (or Windows Media Player, etc) to answer the following. Go to your library. Answer, no matter how embarrasing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many songs?&lt;/span&gt; 5300 (yes, exactly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sort by song title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Song:&lt;/span&gt; A-List Actress ~ Hey Mercedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Song:&lt;/span&gt; 45223 ~ Drop Dead Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shortest Song:&lt;/span&gt; My Cat's Name Is Maceo (0:04) ~ Jane's Addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longest Song:&lt;/span&gt; Jacob Van Lennepkade II (18:40) ~ Omar Rodriguez Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sort by album:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Album:&lt;/span&gt; [A--&gt;B] Life ~ mewithoutyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Album: &lt;/span&gt;90125 ~ Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Five Most Played Songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:&lt;/span&gt; Bramafatura ~ 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:&lt;/span&gt; One Way Town ~ 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt; Trust ~ 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:&lt;/span&gt; Dogs of War ~ 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:&lt;/span&gt; Wake Pig ~ 3&lt;br /&gt;(I think the stats are a bit off here... probably something to do with recreating my iTunes library and the fact that only songs bought off the iTunes store retained their play counts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First song that comes up on Shuffle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still More Fighting ~ Nobuo Uematsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "sex"?&lt;/span&gt; 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "death"?&lt;/span&gt; 120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "love"?&lt;/span&gt; 226&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "you"?&lt;/span&gt; 649&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-2116896121763206573?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/2116896121763206573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=2116896121763206573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2116896121763206573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2116896121763206573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/02/remember-when-we-used-to-love-this-shit.html' title='Remember when we used to love this shit?'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6116869208586764069</id><published>2008-02-23T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:50:56.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is</title><content type='html'>My mom came out for dinner Thursday to finally use the coupon I gave her for Christmas.  Yes, I still give coupons redeemable for time with me.  You only wish you had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I have one of the coolest moms to ever exist.  For two and a half hours, we ate, drank, and talked.  Never a lull in conversation, touching on any and all topics.  I had a great time, and it kinda made me realize how lucky I am to have such an awesome relationship with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Steve, Kels, Nathan, and myself went out and met up with Amber, Holly, Jordan, and Chuck (yea, I don't know Chuck either... I think his name was Chuck) at the Gold Star up on Division.  It was a lovely bar, riding the line of dive bar with just enough class (and a pretty sweet juke box).  Somewhere around 2am, we left and got tacos at this hole-in-the-wall place up there (pasaldo...or something) that had probably the best tacos I have ever eaten.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her, but I still don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6116869208586764069?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6116869208586764069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6116869208586764069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6116869208586764069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6116869208586764069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-mom-came-out-for-dinner-thursday-to.html' title='Gold lion&apos;s gonna tell me where the light is'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3840729258318143871</id><published>2008-02-17T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T07:58:45.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirens are just part of the city</title><content type='html'>People change.  It's a simple fact that no one can deny.  It's not necessarily a change for the better or worse, but simply an evolution of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a romantic relationship, the couple changes and grows together.  But in a long distance relationship, the guidance that ushers growth in the same path is much more difficult to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the I stopped loving her, or her me.  Chances are, that will never truly happen.  But the admission by both parties that something just wasn't there anymore was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last 4 years of my life completely integrating her into every aspect of my life, and despite the fact that the only direct change is a missing phone call each night, I'm going to desperately miss sharing my day with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a relationship ends on good terms, because of nobody's 'fault', you can't help but be overly optimistic.  But god dammit, if I know one thing, it's that life without her wouldn't be half as enriching or fulfilling.  She's my best friend.  She was before, and she will be still.  Things will have to change, but there's no way to cut her out of my life and still feel like that life is my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3840729258318143871?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3840729258318143871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3840729258318143871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3840729258318143871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3840729258318143871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/02/sirens-are-just-part-of-city.html' title='Sirens are just part of the city'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-2212915851523578908</id><published>2008-01-27T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:22:20.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you go</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since I've updated.  I've been bad, I know, but I've been really busy. Granted, not busy enough to actually justify never writing in here... but busy just the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna try and recap everything that's happened since my last post because...well, way too much.  But I'll hit you with two key highlights going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). This weekend, I went out to Savanna with my dad to visit my Grandma and Uncle Randy.  The original intent of the trip was really just some good brother time for my dad and uncle, and my dad invited me along.  We were going to split some wood and drink some beers; super manly shit.  But unfortunately, the wood chopping fell through (a genuine disappointment).  Don't worry, we still drank alot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 23 years, my Uncle Randy has been around for all of them, but I don't know if I have every really &lt;em&gt;hung out&lt;/em&gt; with him before.  I don't see my dad's side of the family much, since they live about 2.5 hours away, which in the grand scheme of things isn't very far, but it's far enough to require effort.  And for the most part, I can be pretty selfish when it comes down to 'video games and drinking' VS 'go see family'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I opted to go with the family, and it was a great choice.  I'm not sure if my dad is just getting cooler with age, or if he feels that he can open up more to me now that I too am an adult (in the strictest sense of the word, mind you).  Either way, I feel much more connected with my dad than I used to.  And the same goes for my uncle.  It's always cool to really get to know your family.  Not just at the family gatherings where you haven't seen anyone since last thanksgiving and you almost feel awkward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle's got this garage with a little 'man room' in the back.  It has a few beat up chairs, a TV, a fridge, a heater, and a sound system that could probably kill a small mammal.  Turns out my uncle really likes Rush, which is awesome, cos so do I.  And after the three of us drinking well over 2 gallons of &lt;a href="http://www.heinekeninternational.com/content/live/files/images/Products/Heineken%20DraughtKeg2.jpg"&gt;beer&lt;/a&gt;, we rocked out to Rush super hardcore.  There was air guitar, and air drums, and even some squealing like Geddy Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, today was a hung over day and I'm glad of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, on to two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2).  I'm going to Europe at the end of March with Dave and Jeff.  I am so fucking &lt;a href="http://www.therainmakergroupinc.com/data/upfiles/Excited2.jpg"&gt;excited&lt;/a&gt; it's not even funny.  We're flying over to Barcelona, hanging out there for 4 days or so, and then going up to Paris to hang with Dave's parents for a few more days.  I've craved Europe since going a few years back, and I can't imagine two better people to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's an excuse to buy one of &lt;a href="http://www.mobilewhack.com/wp-content/ge-e1040-digital-camera.jpg"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; and one of &lt;a href="http://www.campist.com/archives/the-north-face-patrol-35-backpack.jpg"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.  Bitchin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-2212915851523578908?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/2212915851523578908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=2212915851523578908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2212915851523578908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2212915851523578908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-you-go.html' title='Here you go'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-8688536488219577614</id><published>2007-12-26T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:52:19.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over, New Years is on its way, and I have some fun ahead and behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to call it "Christmas Break" like back in school, but really it was just a long weekend.  I was all too aware of this when I went back to work this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was a great one, topping the charts of recent weekends past.  Oooo, I need some tea... back in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've got some nice Rooibos Tea now.  So, Friday night I headed home after work.  Traffic wasn't too bad, surprisingly, only taking me an hour and a half to get home.  I hung out at my parents house for a while waiting for Katie to get back from...place.  My sister was the only one home, and she left shortly after for work, so I just putted around playing with my iPhone (see how I slipped that in there?&lt;img src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/11755/barebuttpinch.gif"/&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to Katie's and hung out with her fam for a bit before Gina came over and we went out to see some guy she has a crush on playing at an Irish bar in Naperville.  I got in a bit of a grumpy mood, but it cleared up around the time we got taco bell at 2:30 in the morning.  That resulted in &lt;a href="http://www.petstainremoval.com/Stinky_Pet_Odor.bmp" target="_blank"&gt;stink&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty lazy for the first half of it, but Saturday night was a freakin blast.  It started out with Dave, Chris, Josh, Matt, Schubchub and Katie coming over, where I finally gave Chris his birthday present (now an early Christmas present) the &lt;a href="http://www.bryandunk.com/junk/green_man.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;Green Man&lt;/a&gt; suit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit up the hot tub, and then all went out to Sarah's holiday party to say our hellos.  Then we headed out to the Onion Pub for a few beers, and Gina and Little Mills met up with us there.  When they kicked us out at 1am, we went out to Sideouts and drank some beers and played some video game golf till 3 when they closed.  Then it was off to Steak &amp;amp; Shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie was an amazing &lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/4/4b/Golf_ball_ready_for_drive.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;DD&lt;/a&gt; through all of this, enabling the fun and performing like a champ at 4am when the snow was coming horizontally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was super lazy, hanging out with the fam, watching a few movies.  Monday was more of the same, and then my mom's side of the family came over for Christmas Ever dinner.  Good to see all of them as I don't see my family, let alone my extended family, that much these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was near perfect.  Everyone had a smile on their face, and I loved everything I got and gave.  Dinner was at my Aunt Bean's house, and it was all warm and snuggly and filled with family again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very satisfying drive back into the city last night, and I must say that it really felt like I was coming home when I saw that &lt;a href="http://severinghaus.org/gallery/d/3575-1/DSCF7402_chicago_night_skyline_sm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;skyline&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have just one more day of work before I get to go on a cruise with my mom, dad, katie, liss, and her boyfriend brian.  Bahamas here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-8688536488219577614?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/8688536488219577614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=8688536488219577614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8688536488219577614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8688536488219577614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6389159005213427977</id><published>2007-12-19T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:37:56.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sparrow</title><content type='html'>Less type-thinking this time, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my parents and sister tonight to see a play at the Apollo Theater.  It was called The Sparrow, and it was one of the coolest performances I've seen.  I'm not going to really try to describe it, or summarize it, because who wants that?  Instead, I'll just link &lt;a href="http://www.apollochicago.com/home/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thehousetheatre.com/sparrow"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  And I'll say that it really was a fresh and invigorating take on theater.  If you have a chance to see it, I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly Christmas, which is exciting.  It'll be good to be home a few days and see the family.  Hopefully I can get some friends together to hang out at my parent's place.  Not for me, because I see most of them frequently, but for my mom, who has missed my friends.  She's my mom... that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move to a new, twice as big office next month.  I'm pretty pumped for that because it feels really good to grow with the company.  I've only been there a few months, but I find myself really hoping that my stay there is perhaps longer than while I'm just in school.  This is the first time in my short professional career that I've really enjoyed what I do and who I do it with, and I think that's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  Peas Owt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6389159005213427977?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6389159005213427977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6389159005213427977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6389159005213427977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6389159005213427977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/12/sparrow.html' title='The Sparrow'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-7826966286654952868</id><published>2007-12-13T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:25:55.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE:</title><content type='html'>There doesn't really seem to be a web developer degree.  That's probably because HTML, CSS, XHTML, XML, etc really aren't full languages.  They're markup languages and are easier to learn.  The closest there is seems to be a Human Computer Interaction (HCI) degree, which is what Dave will be starting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, DePaul does offer cirtification in all sort of web stuff through classes.  It seems like you would take these like normal classes, but you'd be a non-degree-seeking student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I finish out my masters in graphics (I'm sure it will get better as I learn more).  I keep working at my job in web development, I read more books, I teach myself and learn from the other developers we bring in to do things.  I get a job that makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound good?&lt;br /&gt;Good. ok, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-7826966286654952868?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/7826966286654952868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=7826966286654952868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7826966286654952868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7826966286654952868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/12/update.html' title='UPDATE:'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6231826587701902744</id><published>2007-12-13T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:16:57.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what I haven't done lately?</title><content type='html'>Posted a blog, that's what.  But after this, for a week or so at least, I can't say that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go with the highlights, as that seems like it would be more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the Sandstorm Design holiday party.  Katie came in for the weekend, which was awesome because (anytime I get to see her is awesome) everyone else I work with has a significant other that was attending as well.  It's kind of nice being a part of a small company because the holiday party really just feels like a group of friends getting together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Café Ba Ba Reeba, a tapas place on Armitage and Halsted.  We ordered a crap load of food and all of it was really good.  Tapas is the perfect place for a party meal like that because it's just a very social thing.  It really cemented how much I like my new job and the people I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Katie and I and a few of my coworkers (Amber and Holly) and Amber's Husband Mike and Holly's friend (her boyfriend is a bassist and was playing a show that night) Taylor(?) went out to a bar called The Store.  Holly knew the bartender and she ended up bartending for a bit and well... yea.  We'll just leave it at that.  I definitely feel comfortable around my coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hightlight #2  I got an iPhone this week (all praise the mighty Chris).  It's freaking amazing.  It really is an incredible piece of technology, and every time I use it I think ,"How did I not have this before?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the brown line ride home from work, I started thinking about school.  Classes start up in about 3 weeks, and that means I'm back to C++ coding for graphics crap.  I'm really starting to double guess my choice of masters program.  I figured, I like video games, computer graphics would allow me to work in a field I like, I already have a C++ background, so why not?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't enjoy my classes much last term.  Well, I definitely liked one less than the other, and that one was the C++ class, the type of thing that this degree seems to be preparing me for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized that I really enjoy web development.  And now I'm thinking to myself, "Maybe I should have found a path that would allow me to do more web stuff.  Learn more, get better."  Is it too late?  I'm only one term into it.  But that's just more loans I'll have to take out, longer time in school... I don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason I want my masters (I've gotten away from that whole 'highlights of the past week' thing and I'm just typing out my thoughts now)... any way, The whole reason I wanted to get my masters was because I felt my undergrad degree didn't provide me with enough to really succeed.  It was a very good base; it gave me a great understanding of how programming languages work; and it really enabled me to pick up new programming languages quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I wouldn't say it really made me a good programmer.  And I think there are two things you need to be a good programmer: (1) to have sufficient knowledge of the language, (2) to genuinely enjoy programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realized a while back that I didn't really like programming, but I figured it was because I didn't like the programs I was building.  Hence my move towards computer graphics.  I also didn't like it because I wasn't great at it, and when you're not really good at programming, it just makes everything more difficult.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to school I went.  But I'm still programming in the same language and it's basically the same type of thing.  I guess my graphics stuff isn't software engineering like my job at Motorola was (which I hated), but it's still really low level programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job at Sandstorm though, that I really have been liking.  I bought an HTML book and read it cover to cover.  I don't think I ever read my programming books in college, and that's because I wasn't actually interested.  I'm interested in this web stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm stuck wondering if I need to reevaluate the direction of my life again.  Weigh pros and cons, find out if there even is a direction I could go that would get me where I think I want to end up now.  Maybe I'm just indecisive and should see how I feel after this next term.  But maybe that's another term wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6231826587701902744?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6231826587701902744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6231826587701902744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6231826587701902744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6231826587701902744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-what-i-havent-done-lately.html' title='You know what I haven&apos;t done lately?'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-9214699038191037674</id><published>2007-12-01T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:46:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been staring at screens too long today</title><content type='html'>My head kind of hurts, and I think it's because I've done near nothing but watch TV, play video games, and surf the web.  It's probably not good for me.  I had plans today, but the weather didn't want me to go anywhere.  I did make it out of the apartment to go shopping downtown with Steve and Kels for a bit, but that's really it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about a week behind, but last weekend was really fun.  It was thanksgiving, and spending some time with the family was fun.  But the highlight was the actual weekend.  Steve and Kels were both gone for the weekend, and Katie came in, so it was just the two of us, and for maybe the first time since moving down here, I feel like we really took advantage of being in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the city early Friday evening, probably around 6 or so and headed out to the Kristkindlemarket down in the loop.  It was perfectly chilly out and everyone seemed content.  Frosty breath leaped out our lungs as we devoured some tasty snausages and delicious potato pancakes.  We then indulged a little in some hot spiced wine.  It came in these cool little boot mugs that we got to keep.  Very successful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we slept in all warm and snuggly and then headed downtown for a little shopping.  Didn't find much, I got a nice sweater, which is good because it's getting pretty darn cold out here.  I'm having trouble remembering what we did the rest of the day...so I'll skip ahead to that night.  It was Chris and Josh's 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; b-day, and they had rented out the back room of a bar called Flounders.  It was a little place up on Clybourn, but it was nice.  $25 and all you could drink, and trust me, we got our money's worth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a very lazy day of being hung over.  We went and saw Beowulf in 3D at the IMAX, which was freaking amazing.  Monday at work, Amber asked how I got Katie to go along with me to that kind of movie.  I told her that Katie just likes that kind of stuff, to which she replied, "Wow, you got the perfect girl."  Yea, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's this weekend, and it's snowing/raining and pretty nasty out.  My dad is coming in tomorrow and he and Steve and I are going to see Modest Mouse at the Congress theater, which should be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-9214699038191037674?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/9214699038191037674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=9214699038191037674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/9214699038191037674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/9214699038191037674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-staring-at-screens-too-long.html' title='I&apos;ve been staring at screens too long today'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-751838722838279066</id><published>2007-11-19T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:37:34.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting In A Sack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know I know, I haven't updated in a while.  It's been longer than I said I'd let it get, but I have good reason...sorta.  This term is wrapping up and thus I have final projects to complete and final exams to study for.  I've had some free time in there, but most of it I've used for things other than blogging, which you will read about here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past weekend, my poor little Katie pookywoo got her wisdom teeth out.  I went back out to the suburbs Friday evening to wait at her beck and call.  In this case, her call was a small stuffed chipmunk that Gina gave her.  It squeaked.  One squeak for yes, two for no.  Kid of like &lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en-commons/thumb/8/8a/300px-J_S_Copley_-_Paul_Revere.jpg"&gt;Paul Revere&lt;/a&gt; and the Red Coats, but a little different.  The pain meds made her all sick and I got to watch her vomit 100% organic vegan soy chocolate icecream into a garbage can at 6 am.  I am truly the &lt;a href="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/3194/thumbsupag3.jpg"&gt;luckiest&lt;/a&gt; boy in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I just took a 10 minute break  from writing this blog and went downstairs.  Steve was making a smoothy and he decided it would be a good idea to slap me in the crotch with a peeled &lt;a href="http://www.mustangmods.com/data/10900/banana.jpg"&gt;banana&lt;/a&gt;.  In retaliation, I sneaked up behind him and smashed a raw egg into his chest.  Now I'm not wearing a shirt and I've washed my hands/arms twice because he rubbed his eggy body all over me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I couldn't imagine living with anyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;form&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="name" value="Test Form"/&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was just testing out some HTML to put that text box in there.  Good times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it's Thanksgiving in a few days.  I'm looking forward to it, and not only because I get two paid days off work.  It's been a long time, too long, since I've seen my dad's side of the family.  Thanksgiving is usually a pretty good mini-reunion too.  Everyone has a few drinks, eat good food, watch a dog show or maybe some football.  Hopefully we'll get to take the 4-wheelers out on my uncles farm.  Oh yea, that reminds me, thanksgiving is out in Savanna, IL.  Let me put it this way:  &lt;a href=" http://www.isbor.org/website_pieces/ChicagoSkyline.jpg" alt="I'm a city boy"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nyfbfoundation.org/images/farm.jpg" alt="Savanna is a farm boy"&gt;Savanna&lt;/a&gt; It's a difference, that's for sure.  But it'll be nice to get away for a bit.  I think one of the things I'm looking forward to the most is the ride there (and maybe back).  My mom and dad will be in the front seat.  Iska, Melissa, Radar, Addison, and I will be in the back seat.  A nice snuggly two hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I guess that's about it for now.  Wish me luck on my final tomorrow.  You know, the one I should be studying for now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-751838722838279066?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/751838722838279066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=751838722838279066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/751838722838279066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/751838722838279066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/11/fighting-in-sack.html' title='Fighting In A Sack'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3940887173342988754</id><published>2007-11-08T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:18:12.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 137:9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href = "http://www.iamanatheist.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iamanatheist.com/ads/iamanatheistad_guilt.gif" width=400&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3940887173342988754?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3940887173342988754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3940887173342988754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3940887173342988754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3940887173342988754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Psalms 137:9'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-2603308721804632658</id><published>2007-11-05T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:26:36.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Taste Your Blood Tonight</title><content type='html'>'Ello there blog readers.  Lemme tell ya, Jack Daniels is a good man.  Not only is he immortalized on a metal poster in my kitchen (with a killer mustache) but he is also in my belly...er liver...somewhere.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out recently that I have the entire month of December off from school.  Yea, that's right, class ends Nov 21st and starts up Jan 3rd.  That's awesome.  I'll probably just work more during that time, but it should give more more freedom to finish up some videogames, learn a bit more about Flash (as I've been trying to), and get down to visit Katie more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I understand that the images I've been providing haven't been that enthralling, but you gotta understand the effort that goes into them.  So, this week, I have a new &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2223/1882802641_4945aba232.jpg"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;.  I also have the &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/27/1464590/scene.pov"&gt;code&lt;/a&gt; that goes along with it (just open it in a text editor).  That's all hand written code (no... not with a pencil dipshit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a new &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/27/1464590/The%20Glory%20of%20War.m4a"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; for all of you. (yea, sorry, it has to be opened in iTunes...I'm an apple whore).  I wrote it because of an article I read in the Red I on the way to work the other day about the suicide rate of US soldiers returning from Iraq/Afghanistan.  The lyrics can be found &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/27/1464590/The%20Glory%20of%20War.doc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much what I've been up to recently.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-2603308721804632658?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/2603308721804632658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=2603308721804632658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2603308721804632658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2603308721804632658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-taste-your-blood-tonight.html' title='I&apos;ll Taste Your Blood Tonight'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6217154023351209757</id><published>2007-10-29T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:33:03.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooooky</title><content type='html'>It's a busy life I live these days.  You'd think with doing so much, I'd have more to write about... but I can't even really remember what I did last week.  Maybe I just need to update more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Augie last weekend for some good Homecoming fun.  Katie ran a 3 mile homecoming run and finished strong like a race horse.  Yes... I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw alot of old friends who I hadn't talked to in a long while.  A few of them are living in Chicago, turns out, so hopefully I see more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58013398@N00/1644562753/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2067/1644562753_81a4e259d5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="uglyGlobe" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that for class this week.  Next week's assignment could be interesting... and then time for the final project, which hopefully is cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is still going well.  I bought myself an HTML book today, because I really don't know it all that well, and I need to know it better for this job.  However, I did do some good updating today.  &lt;a href="http://www.thearboretumsb.com"&gt;I work on this page.&lt;/a&gt;  I know, I'm pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, need sleep, another long day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and some guy had a seizure on the El today on my way to work.  Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6217154023351209757?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6217154023351209757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6217154023351209757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6217154023351209757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6217154023351209757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/10/spooooky.html' title='Spooooky'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2067/1644562753_81a4e259d5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6933675945645528873</id><published>2007-10-23T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:18:37.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 hour meetings were created by George W.</title><content type='html'>Today for work, I had to sit in a big conference room on the 10th floor of some building in the loop and take notes for a 4 hour meeting.  It was part of the bitch duties of my new job.  It's not the perfect job...cos it contains &lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/images/318496.jpg"&gt;bitch&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bowzerbird.com/flash/flashanimations/poop.jpg"&gt;duties&lt;/a&gt;, but the other side of it is really cool, so I can deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, 4 hour meetings are fucking retarded.  And yes, I mean mentally handicapped.  Just like our president.  I'm just gonna offend everyone I can here and say they are gay and probably dark colored as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meeting was about discussing the navigation for a webpage we are doing for James Hardie, a siding company.  Siding may not sound too exciting, which it isn't, but this shit is pretty impressive.  &lt;a href="http://jameshardie.com/"&gt;Check it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there were 5 people in the boardroom and three more on the conference call, which made it really hard to figure out who the hell was talking.  I'm pretty sure my notes don't make a lick of sense, but oh well.  I wasn't hired for my note taking skillz.  They had lunch for us though, which was some kick ass catered italian food and it was &lt;a href="http://www.spyder-fonix.com/pics/thug_life.jpg"&gt;crazy delish&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this world boxing thing going on at the UIC Pavillion this week, and boxers from all over are competing.  They also happen to be staying at a hotel on Wabash, right by DePaul.  So the past two nights as I've walked to the bus stop after class, there have been groups of very intimidating men in windbreaker suits wandering about.  Most of them appear to be Russian or Slovakian or Polish.  You know what I mean, strong jaws, shaved heads, scars.... &lt;a href="http://www.kukoda.com/wp-content/g_boxing_195.jpg"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some new images I've made soon.  They're pretty cool, and starting to look a bit more realistic.  I'm really pumped because I just enrolled in next term's courses and they are both animation courses.  So instead of still images, you will be getting fun little short movies to download!!!   I know, I can't wait either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down to Rock Island this weekend to see Miss Katie as well as everyone else who is gonna be there for homecoming/halloween.  I really need to get my homework done so I can just party like a mofu'in rockstah this weekend.  Cos that's what I want.  I need to find a good costume.  I was thinking of trying to find some way of going as either Link or Mario... I'm gonna try and hit up a costume shop after work tomorrow.  We'll see how that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, &lt;peace&gt; &lt;outpost&gt; &lt;homepoint&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6933675945645528873?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6933675945645528873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6933675945645528873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6933675945645528873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6933675945645528873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/10/4-hour-meetings-were-created-by-george.html' title='4 hour meetings were created by George W.'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-5050682268055620187</id><published>2007-10-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:48:51.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You like what I do</title><content type='html'>First off, &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2335/1625885997_42d3090434.jpg"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; a new 3D image I made for class a few weeks ago (sorry it took me a bit to post) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some cool stuff I'm working on right now for that class, and I think they'll be much more fun to look at since I'm learning how to use the software better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started the new job on Wednesday.  So far it's pretty cool.  It's alot more responsibility than I thought it was going to be, but I guess that's a good thing.  The biggest thing is that I really like the 7 other people I work with.  The office is just a relaxed place where we chat while we work, and there's actually &lt;a href="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/laughter-magazine.jpg"&gt;laughter&lt;/a&gt;.  I know, laughter in the work place, how new age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's life these day.  Work, school, work, school, with some video games and drinking thrown in there when I can make time.  It's what I asked for though, and it's getting me places.  Busy is good, I keep telling myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-5050682268055620187?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/5050682268055620187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=5050682268055620187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/5050682268055620187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/5050682268055620187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-like-what-i-do.html' title='You like what I do'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6668074533298014441</id><published>2007-10-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:04:48.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Environment</title><content type='html'>Sometime in the recent past, perhaps yesterday, it was blogger activism day.  Everyone who writes a blog was supposed to write about the environment in some way or another.  My guess is they assume all bloggers are hippies and save trees.  I dunno.  Also, only 5 people read this blog, and I'm guessing it's the same for alot of other bloggers out there.  Oh well, maybe it had an effect... maybe it &lt;a href="http://www.visy.com.au/uploads/waterfall_web_environment.jpg"&gt;ENVIRONMENT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I tried to throw a party.  Back in the college days, you could send word 24 hours in advance, and your house would be full.  Well, I don't know about &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; house, but our house would be full.  We were awesome, and people knew it.  This time, I gave people about 5 days to figure their shit out.  No one came.  Some people said they were coming, but didn't.  Everyone else just didn't.  I mean, Dave and Chris, and Mike, and Rich came.  And Steve and Kels were there for a while... but it was just hanging out.  Not a party.  I still had a blast, but it was all "This isn't college anymore Bryan, in yo face biatch!" (&lt;-- that was life talking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.environmentally-aware.com/wp-content/themes/enviromentally/images/Environment.jpg"&gt;ENVIRONMENT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my last day at Motorola.  They actually worked me pretty hard, tying up loose ends, finishing all my projects, doing everything because no one else knows what to do... I pretty much just damned my team, mayhaps the whole company, to bankruptcy.  I will not be held responsible though, because they should have seen this coming.  I guess there's another few thousand being laid off this week actually.  That puts the total since I started working there around 10,000 or so.  Yea...great company.  It's not their products, Motorola phones, headsets, cable boxes, modems, are all pretty good products.  The problem is, we suck at getting them there.  Wait, not &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; suck at getting them there.  They lose tons of money in their poor procedures for doing everything.  It takes them too long because it's a clusterfuck in there, and when they miss ship dates on products, they owe those companies money.  And when companies lose money they end up &lt;a href="http://www.am-es.co.uk/images/ames-environment.jpg"&gt;ENVIRONMENT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a midterm for my hard class.  It wasn't bad. But I'm smart, so that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.environment-prize.com/img/nykulan1.jpg"&gt;ENVIRONMENT?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start the new job tomorrow.  I'm nervous.  I also need to go to a dentist and look into new insurance...but the Moto insurance covers me through the month, so dentist it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVIR...&lt;a href="http://digitalmusiccollector.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/nevermind.jpg"&gt;nevermind&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6668074533298014441?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6668074533298014441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6668074533298014441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6668074533298014441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6668074533298014441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/10/environment.html' title='The Environment'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6601800247259179039</id><published>2007-10-11T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:09:01.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Soemtimes, when you have a mustache you get boogers caught in it.  And then I have to sit in a two-and-a-half hour meeting with you staring at your snot coated lip-wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, your ear hair looks like a blue tooth ear piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6601800247259179039?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6601800247259179039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6601800247259179039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6601800247259179039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6601800247259179039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-2711643778332340685</id><published>2007-10-10T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:46:35.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Dragon Review</title><content type='html'>My guess is, you're not interested, but I play alot of videogames.  And when I'm done, I usually review them on &lt;a href="htpp://www.gamespot.com"&gt;Gamespot&lt;/a&gt;.  So I finished Blue Dragon yesterday, wrote a review today, and now you get to read it, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blue Dragon has some serious clout behind it, being crafted by the very hands that began Final Fantasy, my favorite game series of all time. But despite all that genius, Blue Dragon turns out to be a rather uninspired, yet solid, JRPG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is graphically gorgeous, as is expected, though the depth of field trickery actually takes away from the environments. A little blur to items that would normally be out of focus might add realism in a realistic setting, but in the cartoonish and fantastical world of Blue Dragon, it is a hindrance. The story, penned by Sakaguchi of FF fame, takes pretty much the entire first disc to launch into anything of substance. And from there, it builds and builds to an almost climax, but then dithers into nothing as the story ends. The twists and turns add no drama, but rather another boring cut-scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battles are monotonous, but not unenjoyable. They offer little in the way of challenge, except for sparse boss battles. I only died once in the entire 40 hour game, and that was on the final battle (and I quickly saw my error and beat it the next time around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was composed by Nobuo Uematsu, famed composer of much FF music. His style was very apparent in Blue Dragons sounds, but most of the music faded into the background, leaving me without toe tapping or whistling later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the game wasn't bad. I enjoyed my time with it, but I wasn't left with a feeling of accomplishment, or really even anything satisfying. I only finished it because it would kill me to leave it unfinished. That said, for any devoted RPG fan, Blue Dragon is worth playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-2711643778332340685?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/2711643778332340685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=2711643778332340685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2711643778332340685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2711643778332340685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/10/blue-dragon-review.html' title='Blue Dragon Review'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3011115776967033122</id><published>2007-10-07T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:20:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On, Feel the Illinoise</title><content type='html'>Good day readers.  How are you?  That's good to hear.  Blog time. (can't touch this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a fun little thing to the side bar of this blog, my last.fm recent tracks.  It lets you know what music i've been listening to, and it's very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; up to date.  I checked it, and it pretty much has the one-before-current song on my iTunes listed.  Pretty nifty huh?  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I realized today that I really love Illinois.  It's a pretty damn good state.  It's not in the &lt;a href="http://images.statemaster.com/images/maps/south.gif"&gt;south&lt;/a&gt; (+), it gets to fully experience all four &lt;a href="http://www.mnh.si.edu/archives/garden/images/4seasons.gif"&gt;seasons&lt;/a&gt; (+), I live here (+), and there are many other great things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Chicago suburbs are a near perfect place to grow up.  I'm sure I complained a lot as a &lt;a href="http://www.kingworld.com/assets/program/sub_image_little.jpg"&gt;youth&lt;/a&gt; that Cary was lame, there was nothing to do (or maybe I didn't.. but probably at least once or twice).  But really, it was pretty awesome.  The city was close enough that I got to go live out some punk rock fantasies there; the education system was pretty stellar; and the town itself was just a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove across the state twice this past weekend.  Once down to Rock Island to visit Katie, and then back.  I love driving across Illinois.  Sure, it's flat, full of corn, and boring as hell, but it's a perfect boring.  It was uncharacteristically warm for October on my drive, and drove with all my windows down and the music blaring.  The smell of fresh bailed hay blasting into my nostrils was invigorating.  I even kinda liked the smell of the &lt;a href="http://www.mejoe.com/images/articleImages/MissPiggy-JanetStyle.jpg"&gt;farm animals&lt;/a&gt;, when it wasn't too overwhelming.  The monotony of the seas of corn is really a great way to clear your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the city.  Living in Chicago is more than I could have imagined.  It's amazing how quickly this has become Home.  Coming back from Rock Island, heading north on 55, I could see the skyline through the haze, the Sears thrusting its antenna into the air.  When I moved here, I told myself never to take that view for granted, so I make sure to look up every now and again, even if I look like a &lt;a href="http://philip.greenspun.com/images/200504-legoland/tourist-with-camera.4.jpg"&gt;tourist&lt;/a&gt;, gawking at the skyscrapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm on some sort of Illinois Tourist Board.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this past weekend was a good one.  It was parent's weekend down at Augie, and there were lots of parents (imagine that).  Katie's came in shortly after I got there Friday, and we went out to dinner at Olive Garden and then came back and chilled with her roommates and polished off a bottle of vodka (I made some really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; bad jokes...).  Saturday, we went out to brunch with her parents, and then we went to see 3:10 To Yuma, which was a really freakin cool movie.  I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was pretty low key and relaxing, which was good.  I needed one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first midterm tomorrow, but I've done some good studying, and I'll get some more in tomorrow, so wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wish me luck?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3011115776967033122?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3011115776967033122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3011115776967033122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3011115776967033122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3011115776967033122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/10/come-on-feel-illinoise.html' title='Come On, Feel the Illinoise'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-1882590996776372764</id><published>2007-10-04T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:11:59.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no he di'nt</title><content type='html'>Oh yes... I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Motorola, because I got a new job at &lt;a href="http://www.sandstormdesign.com"&gt;SandStorm Design&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm super excited for this new job and I can't wait to get away from Motorola.  Woo.  I start on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I've been way too busy recently, with the whole new job thing plus school, plus going out of town for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to Cincinnati with Dave, Cassie, Sarah, Erin, Schubchub, Russ, Pat,  and Christian to visit Jeff.  It was a blast!  Even the 5 hour car ride, which really isn't all that bad.  We went to a cubs game and just hung out.  Really good to see everyone.  I got a bit of a head cold and had to go to bed early Saturday night, but it was still alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm going down to Rock Island to visit Katie, which is good because I was starting to miss her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet update for now, cos I need to actually be doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-1882590996776372764?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/1882590996776372764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=1882590996776372764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1882590996776372764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1882590996776372764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-no-he-dint.html' title='Oh no he di&apos;nt'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-5644659170313271987</id><published>2007-09-27T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:15:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not rocket science</title><content type='html'>Yeegads life has been busy.  Between work and school and whatever else there is, not alot of down time.  But I have a little today.  Why?  Well, because instead of doing homework last night, I got drunk and played videogames and called in sick to work.  And today was the most productive day ever.  Work != productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)mailed out the computer bag I sold on eBay&lt;br /&gt;2)went to bumblefuck (yea, exists around Chicago too) to pick up my new computer bag from the fedex place.&lt;br /&gt;3)finished all the homework due Tuesday for GPH436 (which only leaves a handful of stuff due monday)&lt;br /&gt;4)wrote a new song (actually did that while drunk last night... you can hear it...read on)&lt;br /&gt;5)recorded the new song&lt;br /&gt;6)got myself an interview monday as a part time web admin at a graphic design firm here in chicago (I REALLY want this job)&lt;br /&gt;7)went on a walk to get a donut with steve and kels&lt;br /&gt;8)played some metroid prime 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, productivity comes from not going to Motorola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had said I'd be posting some of the graphics I made in my classes, so here's a couple from the first two assignments.  They may look simplistic, but each of them required about an hour to assemble using only text... yea, that's right, I pretty much make them in a text editor using a scripting language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how to make a sphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;sphere { &lt;3, 1.25, 4&gt;, 1.25&lt;br /&gt;  pigment {Red}&lt;br /&gt;  finish {&lt;br /&gt;     ambient 0.15&lt;br /&gt;     diffuse 0.75&lt;br /&gt;     phong 1&lt;br /&gt;     phong_size 100&lt;br /&gt;     reflection 0.6&lt;br /&gt;  }&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/27/1464590/Its%20Not%20Rocket%20Science.m4a"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the song I wrote.  &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/27/1464590/sphere.bmp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the first project I did.  And &lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/27/1464590/Bishop.bmp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a bishop I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-5644659170313271987?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/5644659170313271987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=5644659170313271987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/5644659170313271987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/5644659170313271987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-not-rocket-science.html' title='It&apos;s not rocket science'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-189132725590575516</id><published>2007-09-19T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:47:30.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It for requirements I congratulations best.</title><content type='html'>And now the moment you've all been waiting for (really, you said so in the comments, you need it, you want it):  My weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin, the subject of this post is simply the first word of each line on this piece of paper at my desk.  Make of it what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I've installed Google Analytics on this page, which lets me see all sorts of data about the visitors of this page.  Don't worry, it doesn't tell me your secret fantasies or how many &lt;a href="http://www.northshore.k12.ny.us/schools/Sea%20Cliff/speranzac/images/oreos.jpg"&gt;oreos &lt;/a&gt;you ate last night.  Just computer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie came into town Friday, the beginning of her birthday weekend extravaganza.  (If you by chance did not wish her a happy birthday, feel free to do so here in the comments and I'll make sure she gets them).  The plan was simple:  Go see a free concert put on by the fine people at &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com"&gt;Threadless&lt;/a&gt; in celebration of the opening of their new Chicago store.  The lineup was Freer, Anathallo, and Hey Mercedes.  Now, some of you might be saying, "But Bryan, Hey Mercedes broke up four years ago..."  Indeed they did, reader, indeed they did.  But &lt;i&gt;HARK&lt;/i&gt;, they re-converged for this one time only show.  And oh how glorious it was.  But let's start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a free show, we figured alot of people would show up.  The deal was, you go to the Threadless store and they give you two free tickets.  They gave away &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; more tickets than the capacity of the Metro, but added a disclaimer that once you had your tickets, it was first-come-first-serve to get in.  We showed up about a half hour early... and had to wait in a line that went over a block down Clark, wrapped around the corner, and went almost an other block back.  It was very &lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/corbis/DGT541/42-17392577.jpg"&gt;intimidating&lt;/a&gt;, and we worried that we wouldn't get in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freer was a good band.  The guys had good stage presence, and the music was enjoyable.  While we were listening, I mentioned to Katie that they sounded kind of like Elton John meets The Police, but obviously not up to that caliber.  Stylistically, I think it was pretty accurate, and they put on a good &lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/FSP/FSP406/391017.jpg"&gt;little set&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anathallo was unexpected.  Yes, that is the term I choose to use:  Unexpected.  They were a 7 piece band with instruments ranging from the traditional, to the..well, untraditional.  For a rock band anyway.  Lots of extra percussion, some &lt;a href="http://www.coronadoplayhouse.com/wait-until-dark/pr/large-photos/brass_knuckles1.jpg"&gt;brass&lt;/a&gt;, some other things.  What resulted was a pretty amazing live show.  Unique time signatures permeated most of the songs, and delicate voices rose above them.  They played with alot of passion, which made it a pure joy to partake in.  Unfortunately, I went to their website, and the recorded stuff didn't strike me as much.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mercedes was amazing.  They played everything I wanted them to, with the exception of Oh Penny, but I was ok with that.  I'm not sure the exact reason the band had dissolved, but it was obvious that it was on good terms.  It was sort of like a reunion for them, all having a good time.  They passed around a bottle of &lt;a href="http://www.subliminalworld.org/jackcat.jpg"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt; and looked like they had a blast playing.  Katie and I had taken in the first two bands from upstairs, as there was a bar with no wait, and a really good view.  Plus, I'm an old man now, I can't be down in those mosh pits...  Well, the old desire to throw some elbows and lick other people's sweat kicked in, and I took off downstairs to thrash about a bit.  I later found out that Katie had wanted to join me... and I'm sad she didn't.  That brought me back though, I mean, it has probably been over 5 years since I've been in a pit.  It really made me want to see more shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've probably already put many of your attention spans to the test, so I'll not embark on such elaborate journeys for the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we wanted sushi.  And when Katie wants sushi, Katie gets &lt;a href="http://www.waveofdestruction.org/tsunami-photos/d/1372-2/ap_malaysia_5_041228_ssh.jpg"&gt;sushi&lt;/a&gt;.  I knew there was a place down Clark, but it was all the way down by Belmont.  We started walking anyway, and stumbled upon some classy looking Chinese place with a sushi bar.  It ended up being really good.  Like, really good.  Typing has no vocal inflection.  Like, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good.  There, italics = inflection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the apartment and crashed.  Exhausting evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we headed out to State St pretty early and did some &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/gamestersgames/mbmallmd.jpg"&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt;.  For once, I walked away without needless purchases, but Katie found some pretty cool stuff.  When we got back, Gina and Nick were just about there, so we scarfed down some Taylor St pizza (and salad), then jumped in with Gina and Nick as they drove by and headed to &lt;a href="http://www.shredsinfernotattoos.com/"&gt;Shred's Inferno&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Gina both got tattoos, Gina on the back of her neck, and Katie behind her ear.  Gina got three stars, shaded all cool, and Katie got a small lily.  Both of them turned out really cool, and I was impressed that neither showed much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got back from that, it was time for dinner at Rosebud with Steve and Kels joining in on the fun.  It was delicious, as I knew it would be.  Our server was a &lt;a href="http://www.riversidereptiles.com/images/rococo_toad1.jpg"&gt;squat&lt;/a&gt; woman with a demeanor to match, which was amusing to say the least.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We topped off the night with Doug Small coming in from Rockford and a night of a little too much booze and alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still reading by now, I'm impressed.  You can sign your name in the comments and put the words "is a ball licker" after it to prove how loyal of a reader you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Katie and I embarked on an interesting adventure to find in Chicago.  We went ka&lt;a href="http://pchanez.club.fr/Himalaya/yak.jpg"&gt;yak&lt;/a&gt;ing.  It turned out to be really cool, and a perfect day for it.  We started maybe a mile north of the loop, and leisurely paddled our way down to Wacker, and then out towards Lake Michigan.  The city looked gorgeous from on the river, and aside from some choppy water/hangover blues, it was an excellent trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much it for the weekend, definitely one of the best I've had since moving to Chicago.  Lucky for you, I don't have huge plans for another week or so, so you can just read my clever, but brief, updates until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Bry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  If you're confused by the 'Bry' posting in the comments, that's Poole.  I'm not so vain as to comment on my own blog... yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-189132725590575516?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/189132725590575516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=189132725590575516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/189132725590575516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/189132725590575516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-for-requirements-i-congratulations.html' title='It for requirements I congratulations best.'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-7094129386437296497</id><published>2007-09-17T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:24:15.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend</title><content type='html'>I will tell you about my weekend, but not now.  Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, like I'll probably update this tomorrow when I need a break from homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you're drooling and want to know what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool. Really cool.  Lots of fun.  You're dying to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were beavers and ice cream and about 6 or 7 dozen Eskimo love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-7094129386437296497?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/7094129386437296497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=7094129386437296497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7094129386437296497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7094129386437296497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/09/only-reason-why-we-ask-other-people-how.html' title='The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3758634447916419248</id><published>2007-09-11T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:07:12.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Living Up To Its Name</title><content type='html'>I think grad school should be called "Harder than those other schools you were in before school" because that would be more accurate.  Though, I suppose Grad School is accurate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I have now had oen of each of my classes for this term:  CSC 425 and CSC 436.  See those 4's?  That means "Hard".  Don't worry, I get to take some with &lt;a href="http://www.onflex.org/count/4.png"&gt;5's&lt;/a&gt; later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSC 425 is gonna be really fun.  It's a 3D modeling class, but there's no point-and-click interfact, like in Paint, where you click the circle button, then draw a circle.  Nope, it's all done in a scripting language, which is kind of like computer coding, but a little different.  I won't get into it.  Either way, the prof (who is really cool, and interesting, and into it) showed us some stuff some people in the class have created in the &lt;a href="http://gnuwin.epfl.ch/apps/povray/appImages/screenshot.jpg"&gt;past&lt;/a&gt;, and they look amazing, and I'll be posting stuff I make on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other class is gonna suck ass.  It's all 3D vector math, understanding exactly how the computer draws all the stuff you tell it to.  I don't like math that much anymore...at least not when it's taught by a monotonous overweight guy who starts every sentence with "So...".  Ugh.  That class is gonna really take some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now... I need to watch some Flight of the Conchords to unwind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3758634447916419248?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3758634447916419248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3758634447916419248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3758634447916419248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3758634447916419248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-living-up-to-its-name.html' title='Finally Living Up To Its Name'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-6376270974251397760</id><published>2007-09-11T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:10:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I propose a new rule</title><content type='html'>I'd like to add something to the "Scooterer's Handbook for the Road" (which would technically be the first entry to this nonexistent book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't scoot when you have a stuffy nose.  This results in breathing through your mouth, which leads to you eating things you don't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-6376270974251397760?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/6376270974251397760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=6376270974251397760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6376270974251397760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/6376270974251397760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-propose-new-rule.html' title='I propose a new rule'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-4776544734429229830</id><published>2007-09-08T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:17:47.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...And then a Dragon comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?8tg52smmxnm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what I did today.  Just me, my iMac, and a Casio keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let me know if you can't download it... not sure how reliable that file hosting site is.  I changed the host... though it would appear it sometimes doesn't work.  Sometimes it does though, so keep trying!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-4776544734429229830?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/4776544734429229830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=4776544734429229830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4776544734429229830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4776544734429229830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-then-dragon-comes.html' title='...And then a Dragon comes'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-1046659760357256733</id><published>2007-09-05T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:46:46.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real World</title><content type='html'>Walking from the café back to my cube here at Motorola, I overheard a phone conversation between a father and who I assume was his son.  It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you've done something wrong so you have to be punished.  Welcome to life.  I know you're 12, but welcome to life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-1046659760357256733?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/1046659760357256733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=1046659760357256733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1046659760357256733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1046659760357256733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/09/real-world.html' title='The Real World'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-8287251323774533065</id><published>2007-09-04T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:42:34.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Place Would Be Busier Than O'Hare</title><content type='html'>Man do I love long weekends.  And the fact that I don't work Fridays or Tuesdays ha turned this into a 5 day weekend, which is really just a like a week off.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was lazy, as a Friday should be.  I had been playing &lt;a href="http://img.hexus.net/v2/gaming/screenshots/darkness1.jpg"&gt;The Darkness&lt;/a&gt; and I came really close to finishing it up... but I didn't.  I found out that it was based on a graphic novel, which really makes me want to pick it up, because the story in the game was really good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I was going to go out with a bunch of &lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/gosanfrancisco/1/0/P/2/Cats-1.jpg"&gt;cats&lt;/a&gt; in Wrigley Ville to celebrate Schubchub's b-day, but they decided to move the bar hopping to Arlington Heights.  The last train home from AH was around 9:30 which really made it not even worth it to go out there.  A shame.  But Cass was downtown with her boyfriend Christian, and they felt the same as I did about the whole thing, so they came over and we just hung out for the evening, topping it off with some delicious &lt;a href="http://www.planet99.com/pix/17221_1.jpg"&gt;Taylor Made&lt;/a&gt; pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my little sis came in from Mokena, where she was spending the long weekend with her boyfriend's family.  Her train was a little late, but no big deal.  It was a freakin &lt;a href="http://fmplus.net/common/d_images/src/8/Image/Images_Show/scarlet_johanson.jpg"&gt;gorgeous &lt;/a&gt; day, and our plan was to hit up Michigan Ave, as I owed her a b-dy present.  After having one of the worst Subway sammiches I've ever eaten (she was NOT a 'sandwich artist') we decided to just shop State St, which has alot of the same stores, but it's a bit cheaper and, as Steve put it, "you don't have to be blinded by &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodtuna.com/images/Lisa_Rinna_bad_2_small.jpg"&gt;collagen&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;She found some stuff she liked, as did I.  Some nice tight brown pants.  Yea, that's what I got, not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back, lounged a bit, then had some delicious Thai Bowl (I will be eating her leftover garlic chicken for lunch later today) and then rented Bench Warmers...which was awful.  Steve and Kels came back by (After going out to dinner with Steve's rents) so we sat around, had a few drinks and played some cards.  Liss may have been "over served" a bit and decided to just pass out on the air mattress.  The rest of us headed out to a bar and sat on the patio for a while just chatting.  It was a pretty good relaxing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, Liss wasn't feeling to hot, so she opted for the 12:30 train back in instead of the 10:30.  I guess all the sugar in those Bacardi Silver things can wreak havoc on your sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I sent her off on the train, I &lt;a href="http://www.paddling.net/guidelines/Images/squat_and_scoot.gif"&gt;scooted&lt;/a&gt; around town a bit to take care of some errands, then plopped on the couch for a day of finishing The Darkness (which I did).  Very satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a pretty successful Labor Day.  I woke up, played a little Blue Dragon (which I picked up during Sunday's errands...can't be left without a video game to play...heavens no.)  I then cleaned myself up and scooted out to Dave's for a BBQ in the park.  Mike came out too, and the three of us lugged a grill and a bunch of meet out to &lt;a href="http://www.schooljournals.net/eline2/media/Geldrop%20pictures/Linkin-Park.jpg"&gt;Lincoln Park&lt;/a&gt; which was a rather huge &lt;a href="http://www.k-rad.hk/wp-content/Scarlett_Johansson1.jpg"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/a&gt; park right on the lake.  Sadly, the grill we brought was out of butane, so we had to wait for Had, James, and Had's sister to get there with more.  But they also brought more meat, so that was fine.  Eventually Tony showed up, and there was lots of frisbeeing, footballing, and attempted kite flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and ended my triumphant weekend with some more Blue Dragon before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna scoot out to DePaul and get my UPass for the autumn term, then scoot up to the gym and workout, followed by some more Blue Dragon.  Sucks that I have to go to work tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-8287251323774533065?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/8287251323774533065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=8287251323774533065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8287251323774533065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8287251323774533065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-place-would-be-busier-than-ohare.html' title='This Place Would Be Busier Than O&apos;Hare'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-2656045302822783413</id><published>2007-08-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T07:25:45.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangle</title><content type='html'>For the past twenty minutes, I've been sitting at a desk on the 8th floor of 233 N Michigan Ave, watching strange snowflake-like white poofs fall past the windows in a nearly constant stream.  I lost interest for a while, because I couldn't figure out what it was (seeing as it's about 80 degrees and sunny out, I ruled out snow after the first ten minutes).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there were some guys outside my window.  Not directly on the other side, on the adjacent building actually, but still, at least eight floors up and &lt;i&gt;outside&lt;/i&gt; the window.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap bubbles:  That's what I had been seeing falling.  So now I'm stuck not doing any work because I have to watch the window washers repel down from the top of these huge buildings with nothing more than a harness, a bucket of suds, and a squeegee or two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impressive, really.  I mean, these guys start off at the top, which is, I'm guessing, around 25 stories.  And then they just calmly scoot down the side of the building, washing the windows as they go.  And when they lower themselves, it's not in a gentle manner. No, it's a fast jerk, a six foot free fall before they lock off again.  I bet it's a rush, but I also bet that I don't really ever want to do it.  Unless it pays well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-2656045302822783413?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/2656045302822783413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=2656045302822783413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2656045302822783413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2656045302822783413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/dangle.html' title='Dangle'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-1481250285917803514</id><published>2007-08-29T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:26:19.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Crazy World</title><content type='html'>Two things, real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Sometimes, a 'yes or no' question actually only has one possible answer.  It is the lack of answer that an answer is inferred from.  For instance "Are you sleeping?" can only have one possible answer of "No."  The absence of an answer leads the inquisitor to the only other option of "Yes" even though no answer is given.  "Can you hear me?" is another such question, the only possible answer being "Yes."  One would think that language would have come up with some sort of way to rephrase or redirect such types of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  On my walk from my cubical to the café and back, I passed through 8 doors (only 4 doors, but passed through each twice).  Of those 8 passes, 4 of them (2 doors) did not have windows in them, such that I could not see on the other side.  At each of these 4 windowless passes, I had the pleasure of attempting to open the door and the exact time someone on the other side was attempting the same thing.  This resulted in each of us being caught a bit off guard at the ease of the door opening, as well as flustered at the prospect of another human being in our door-space.  The likelihood of this happening at each possible locale seems to me to be quite minute.  I should by a lotto ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-1481250285917803514?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/1481250285917803514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=1481250285917803514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1481250285917803514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/1481250285917803514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-crazy-world.html' title='What a Crazy World'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-4308358631587321009</id><published>2007-08-28T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:25:47.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Balmy Medow</title><content type='html'>I tell you what.  Two Worlds was a HUGE disappointment.  That game &lt;a href="http://www.collegeboredom.com/pics/Adult/blow%20it%20outta%20ya%20ass.jpg"&gt;blew so much ass&lt;/a&gt;, it was like it thought that ass was a balloon.  Did that make sense?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned it today and picked up The Darkness.  Now this game is cool.  I'm usually not into the first person shooters (from now on, referred to as FPS) but this game is something special.  And it's made by 2K games, who just released BioShock last week, which has been getting &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/arts/music/stories/img/rave_01.jpg"&gt;rave&lt;/a&gt; reviews, so I may have to get that eventually too. However, Blue Dragon comes out tomorrow, so I'll grab that when I'm done with The Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the life of a gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this past weekend, I went down to Augie with Katie and her 'rents to help move her into her new house.  It's a pretty nice place, as far as college houses go.  Definitely needs some improvements, and once everyone is living there, it'll feel much more homey, but yea, it's a &lt;a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/215/b/5/House_MD___black_and_white_by_Melwasul.jpg"&gt;house&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her room was this pastel lavender color, and she didn't care for it, so we painted it blood.  Technically, it was called &lt;a href="http://www.mealsforyou.com/store/images/alazing/z_d005b.jpg"&gt;Cherry Cobbler&lt;/a&gt;, but it really looked like blood.  Not that it's a bad thing.  In fact, I think once she's all moved in, it'll look really nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time today, I really used my scooter to its &lt;a href="http://www.striker-systems.com/Images/hands.jpg"&gt;full potential&lt;/a&gt;. And by that, I mean that I wove through traffic to avoid all the, um... well, traffic.  It was nice.  I got to the gym in about 20 minutes.  The bus ride usually takes about 40, so this was quite a pleasant situation.  Plus, I got to park right in front of the gym.  &lt;a href="http://www.godamongdirectors.com/imgs/woo1.gif"&gt;Woo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;~Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-4308358631587321009?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/4308358631587321009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=4308358631587321009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4308358631587321009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4308358631587321009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-balmy-medow.html' title='To the Balmy Medow'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-2719372110037572255</id><published>2007-08-24T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T05:45:15.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than One</title><content type='html'>It stormed like crazy in Chicago yesterday.  Easily the worst I've seen since I've been here.  I guess a roof on the industrial west side collapsed the winds were so strong.  I took a nap around 1pm, when it was bright and sunny outside.  I woke up around 2:30 and it was near pitch black and thunder and lightening were quite frequent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this as a sign that I shouldn't go take my final for the last of my summer courses.  I settled in and watch an episode of House... but then it stopped raining, so I decided I should go take the final.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic was the worst I've seen since I've been here (not unlike the weather) and I ended up getting there a half hour late... but the test took me all of 10 minutes.  It was kinda bullshit because the professor had said on Tuesday he was going to post a sort of study guide on the class website.  Well, he never did, and it turned out to be one of those tests where I studied for all the wrong things.  So fuck him for that.  But I got a B+ in the class, which is fine, because I just needed a B for it to count and now I'm done with all the pre-reqs and can move on to the real courses in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie came in last night because she's taking the GRE today.  Right now, actually, she is probably sitting down in some building on Clark and Madison to take a huge test that tries to see if you learned anything in college.  It seems pretty intense, as she did a 1.5 month study course for it, and it pretty much determines her future.  But I'm sure she'll do well, cos she's a smart cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping Gamestop opens early today, because I need (yes, as in physically and mentally require) Two Worlds, which comes out today.  Stupid Katie is making me go to Rock Island to help her move in and paint her new room... so I only have a few special hours with this new game before I must head out.  The sooner I get it the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's hoping the open at 9 and not 10.  I hope you'll all hold me in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-2719372110037572255?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/2719372110037572255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=2719372110037572255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2719372110037572255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/2719372110037572255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-than-one.html' title='More Than One'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-8705466866033445179</id><published>2007-08-20T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:42:22.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2D</title><content type='html'>I'd been meaning to post some of the work I did in my graphics class last spring, but I never got around to it.  So here are a few of them.  It was just a class exploring 2D graphics, and these are really my first foré into them.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58013398@N00/1184811952/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58013398@N00/1183953773/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;Explosion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58013398@N00/1184811530/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;Leaving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58013398@N00/1183953635/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;Dead Dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58013398@N00/1184811370/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;Drums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-8705466866033445179?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/8705466866033445179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=8705466866033445179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8705466866033445179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8705466866033445179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/2d.html' title='2D'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-32550277088687667</id><published>2007-08-20T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:49:42.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knights, Walls, Whiskey</title><content type='html'>I headed back out to the Cary/LITH area this weekend to hangout with Katie.  I got down Friday evening, and since Katie was still at work, I went out to dinner with my parents and the Carsons at the Tracks.  It was enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Katie's, we watched The Prestige, which was a really freakin cool movie.  I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we woke up semi-early (9ish) and headed out to the North Wall to do some rock climbing.  It had been a while since we last went, and it felt really good to get back up there.  I need to find a good gym down here that has rock climbing.  Though I like the 'freeness' of the DePaul gym, it's a pain in the ass to spend a half hour getting there...and they don't have a climbing wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up from rock climbing, Katie and I marched out to the Bristol Renaissance Fair.  We got there just in time to catch a good 'ol joust before it started raining.  But we were &lt;a href="http://www.dribbleglass.com/subpages/strange/troopers.jpg"&gt;troopers&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;a href="http://warhistorian.org/images/starship_troopers_large_05.jpg"&gt;troopers&lt;/a&gt; who left the umbrella in the car...the car that was parked about a mile away.  So essentially, we were very wet &lt;a href="http://www.goer.state.ny.us/img/wfc2003ceremony/wfc_casper-troopers.jpg"&gt;troopers&lt;/a&gt;.  We also practiced some archery.  Katie managed to get two arrows to stick in the target.  I got none.  But I did get a nice bruise on my left forearm...  We left a bit earlier than we really wanted to, but we were cold and soaked to the bone, and just didn't want to be in the rain anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back, we took a nap, and then headed to her neighbor's for the 27th annual Czhilispiel.  There was a lot of chili and other good food, as well as a bunch of people.  Oh, and whiskey... there was definitely alot of whiskey.  Stupid adults kept giving me shots, and then I woke up at 8 on Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a very '&lt;a href="http://www.owlnet.rice.edu/%7Eamandap/mariska-8.jpg"&gt;blah&lt;/a&gt;' day.  We went and saw Superbad with my parents, which A) was hilarious and B) was not a movie to see with your parents.  Then we went out the Breakers for some Chinese, but it really wasn't that delicious, which made me sad.  I suppose you can't &lt;a href="http://sweetchillisauce.com/ntales/nPhotos/My%20win.jpg"&gt;win&lt;/a&gt; them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was volleyball time.  Last game of the season, a tournament really.  We lost.  'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called in sick to work this morning.  I am feeling slightly less than 100%.  Maybe like, &lt;a href="http://www.lbjsports.com/images/Hall_of_Fame/87%20James%20McKinney%20UT%20W.jpg"&gt;87%&lt;/a&gt;.  But probably well enough to work.  Either way, I need to beat Zelda today, and I haven't not gone into work in... well, I think maybe since spring break, so yea.  I deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-32550277088687667?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/32550277088687667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=32550277088687667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/32550277088687667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/32550277088687667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/knights-walls-whiskey.html' title='Knights, Walls, Whiskey'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-7584141863684206500</id><published>2007-08-16T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:34:00.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is mostly about music</title><content type='html'>Mostly, because I'm going to start by saying:  I booked myself a mobile workstation at motocity:chicago.  That is the Motorola offices downtown here, and since I work from home on Thursdays, I figured I'd check it out.  It was a really cool building.  I had a window desk on the 8th floor, which gave me a pretty cool view, and they had free coffee, of which I partook until I shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded a bunch of Sufjan Stevens last night, because I remembered Had making me listen to it on the way back from the bars one night.  I think Tess also really likes him.  Anyway, really cool stuff.  Pretty mellow, and there's banjo in at least one song.  He's been writing albums with state themes, and thus far I think Michigan and Illinois are the only two.  Obviously, I grabbed Illinoise (as the album is called) and  it's so far quite good.  I recommend it to anyone who doesn't have it and isn't stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also snagged the new Coheed single, Running Free, off their upcoming 4th album, which I believe is a continuation of Good Apollo.  It sounded Coheed, that's for sure.  I remember when I heard Welcome Home off Good Apollo, and i got chills.  I was so excited for that album.  But when I finally heard the whole thing, I was left a little unsatisfied.  It was over-produced, I thought.  Too many effects and not enough raw sound.&lt;br /&gt;    Second Stage Turbine Blade was perhaps the epitome of the raw album as far as this genre is concerned.  The guitars had near no distortion, and almost a hollow twang, and the vocals were pure.  They added some more effects in In Keeping Secret... but it was still pretty much just the band.  Good Apollo was thick on guitars, and layered so many Claudio vocal lines on top of one another that it almost didn't sound human sometimes.  Hopefully, we'll find them drop some of the computerized sound and get back to the delicious purity of their earlier albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride downtown last Sunday night with Chris and Dave, we briefly talked about the new slough of Thrice albums coming soon.  They are doing a four disc set, released two at a time, one for each element (fire, earth, wind, water).  I'm really excited about this, because Thrice has benefited greatly from past experimentation.  With each new album, they leave a bit of their old self behind, but discover something new that is not only engaging and enjoyable, but is still very much 'Thrice' in essence.  I have high expectations, which can be dangerous (Motion City's sophomore album...), but I don't think I'll be let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-7584141863684206500?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/7584141863684206500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=7584141863684206500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7584141863684206500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/7584141863684206500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-post-is-mostly-about-music.html' title='This post is mostly about music'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-4856718946208060748</id><published>2007-08-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:48:35.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life recap'/><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>A deep title, but really only related to the locale of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I made that last post in both my LJ and MySpace accounts, I saw that the last blog I posted was right before I moved to Chicago.  That was two months ago.  Two whole months of one of the biggest changes of my life, and I'm wondering how the hell I didn't feel the need to blog about any of it.  So I'll probably forget alot of stuff, and I'll probably be brief, but you'll read it anyway.  Yes, you will. HEY!  Read it!! &lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/65/20/22132065.jpg"&gt;*Shakes fist*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move in went pretty smoothly, which was impressive, since it was just Steve, his 65 year old father, and myself.  We filled up my car, Steve's car, and a huge U-Haul truck.  Steve's dad was a truck driver, so he was cool with driving the massive beast downtown (thank god).  Unfortunately, it was about &lt;a href="http://a7.vox.com/6a00bf76c99e8393b500c11413095fc408-500pi"&gt;95 degrees&lt;/a&gt; and there is a rather imposing staircase leading up to our apartment.  All in all, I think it took us around three hours to move everything in, and I can honestly say that I've never sweat that much in my entire life.  After everything was moved in, Kelsey and Katie showed up and helped us arrange things decently so we could get at everything and made us dinner, which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, we've got the apartment looking pretty &lt;a href="http://www.luvliness.net/images/blog/illo/snazzy.gif"&gt;snazzy&lt;/a&gt;.  We've done some nice decorating thanks in part to my parents and a Crate &amp; Barrel 2 gift card, as well as a kick ass store up on Belmont and Clark (yes, part of the Alley) where we got some really cool African masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turk has adjusted nicely, despite taking a dive from the lofted bedrooms (he was ok) and his decision to never be quiet.  But he's still a cat, and for that I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;s&gt;career&lt;/s&gt; current job is still going....well.  The commute to Libertyville is a long one via the Milwaukee North line, but I kind of enjoy a nice cup of coffee and my DS a few times a week.  It's Bryan time.  And on the rides home, the 'ol Champaign of Beers gets to join me.  Lucky it.  I've been a bit unhappy with my job recently, and have had a few prospects, but so far nothing has panned out.  It's unfortunate that Motorola is so good to me.  I get to work only 20 hours a week but still maintain full health benefits, plus they pay better than anything else I've been finding.  Oh well... that's the reason I'm back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master's in &lt;a href="http://www.cglearn.com/images/harn8_character_model.gif"&gt;Graphics and Animation&lt;/a&gt; has been going well.  I'm almost done with my summer courses which will wrap up all the prerequisites that I need before really getting into it.  So that means, come Sept 5th (or somewhere around then) I 'truly' start my life as a grad student.  I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the musical front, Davenport is no more.  It was a hard thing to do, but I know it was the right decision for me to leave the band.  Luckily, the rest of the band was only pissed at me for a while, and we are now back to the normal homo erotic/alcoholic/psychotic stuff we do.  I've been looking for some other people to play with down here, but without much luck.  I auditioned for the band Slings &amp; Arrows, but that didn't work out.  I'm sure I'll find some way to get back into drumming soon enough, for my own sanity's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Katie and I are still together, and I am enjoying every moment of her.  She goes back out to &lt;a href="http://www.suelebeau.com/images/rock.gif"&gt;Rock&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tropic-island.net/island.jpg"&gt;Island&lt;/a&gt; in just a few short weeks.  It'll be hard to do the long distance thing again, but I'm sure we'll do just fine.  And then she'll be moving into the city to pursue her Master's as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, so now that we're done with that novel...  I think that's what I'll leave ya with.  Thanks for reading, and if you notice that I haven't updated in over a week, please yell at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-4856718946208060748?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/4856718946208060748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=4856718946208060748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4856718946208060748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/4856718946208060748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-8955838301831137731</id><published>2007-08-14T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:13:40.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hey, a blog</title><content type='html'>It's been ages.  Almost 3 months I think, really.  And it's not that I haven't been up to much. Indeed the wheels of my life have been turning quite a bit, but for the most part, I haven't felt the need to write about it.  That, of course, comes as a hard hit to you, the reader.  But fear not, for I shall try to update a bit more frequently, as it just seems appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first.  Following in line with Mr. Sherry, I'm  pretty much going to be neglecting Live Journal and MySpace for future posts. Rather, I'll be using Blogger (or Blogspot... I think they're the same thing).  I started an account there quite some time ago, but was interested in more of a socialnetwork/blog than just a straight up blog.  I have, however, now lost my interest in the mind numbing filth that are social networking sites and am pleasantly enamored with it's simplistic approach.  For now I'll just use the default theme, but I may work on personalizing it a bit more in the months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I've decided to try and get back into blogging regularly is really the same reason I started blogging in the first place:  Alot of my friends don't live right next door anymore.  I don't talk with everyone every day, and as it was when I started college, I feel that this is a pretty good way to stay "in touch". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new blog address is urgack.blogspot.com . Oddly enough, it is exactly one year, to the day even, that I created that account.  If you're already reading this on blogspot, I'm impressed, as no one knew about that.  Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll make a new post exclusively on that blog with the actual "content" as it may be.  Just to make things more difficult for you.  See ya there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-8955838301831137731?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/8955838301831137731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=8955838301831137731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8955838301831137731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/8955838301831137731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-hey-blog.html' title='Oh hey, a blog'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145302016763650053.post-3169682831552106062</id><published>2006-08-15T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T08:29:34.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I bother?</title><content type='html'>Why use this when I have MySpace.  I dunno. I prolly won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145302016763650053-3169682831552106062?l=urgack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/feeds/3169682831552106062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145302016763650053&amp;postID=3169682831552106062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3169682831552106062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145302016763650053/posts/default/3169682831552106062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urgack.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-i-bother.html' title='Do I bother?'/><author><name>idrumgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885718006286481781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
