<?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-15051450</id><updated>2011-08-18T15:23:04.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho  Master  Thespian's center  of  chaos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15051450.post-116138709122964102</id><published>2006-10-20T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:31:31.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My  free  art</title><content type='html'>Since a few people have told me I write good  oringinal poetry that could be my free art project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with me your requests, ideas, wishes and thoughts and we shall see what develops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-116138709122964102?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/116138709122964102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=116138709122964102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/116138709122964102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/116138709122964102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-free-art.html' title='My  free  art'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-114368950421442327</id><published>2006-03-29T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:31:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In  which  Brokeback  Mountain  is  Midnight  Cowboy</title><content type='html'>I  have  been  meaning  to  post  on   why  &lt;em&gt;Crash  &lt;/em&gt;deserved  best  picture  this  year  but  after  reading  my  friend  Swankette's  post  on  the  subject  I  feel   she  captured  my  feelings  and  views  perfectly  and  any  attempt  by  me  would  be  redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       However,  I  would  like  to  express  my  thoughts  on  &lt;em&gt;Brokeback  Mountain&lt;/em&gt;  that  I  was  going  to  post  in  my  oringinal  blog  on  the  subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   To  the  people  who  are  upset  that  &lt;em&gt;Brokeback  &lt;/em&gt;did  not  win,I  would  suggest  to  you  that  it  has- when  it  was  titled  &lt;em&gt;Midnight  Cowboy.  &lt;/em&gt;Rent  it  again  or  for  the  first  time  and  pay  special  attention  to  the  scene  in  the  stairwell  after  the  party  when  Dustin  Hoffman  falls  down  the  stairs  and  is  in  Jon  Voight's  arms.  Nothing  physical  or  overtly  sexual  but  in  that  scene  particularly  and  throughout  the  movie  it  is  obvious  (to  me  anyway)  how   in  love  they  are  with  each  other.    Also  throughout  the  film ,Hoffman's  charecter  is  homophobic and   psychology   says  homophobic  people  are  latent  homosexuals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-114368950421442327?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/114368950421442327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=114368950421442327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/114368950421442327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/114368950421442327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-which-brokeback-mountain-is.html' title='In  which  Brokeback  Mountain  is  Midnight  Cowboy'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113936882374095235</id><published>2006-02-07T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:20:23.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I  shot  a  man  in  Elko- just  to  watch  him  die</title><content type='html'>OK all you armchair dream analyzers,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last week in which Johnny Cash was still alive and he and I drove to Elko,NV in a pickup truck and went to the cowboy poetry festival. He even paid my $5 admission. What a guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing is, I am not, never have been and probably never will be much of a country music or Johnny Cash fan. I did think I should check the guy out when he made the cover of &lt;em&gt;Rolling Stone &lt;/em&gt;when he passed on because I thought if he made the cover of that he might not be all bad.However,I never quite made the leap and have not yet been to &lt;em&gt;Walk The Line&lt;/em&gt; even though my fantasy girlfriend IS Reese Witherspoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as much as I think country music sucks, I think I would be bored out of my mind at a cowboy poetry reading . That part might be explained however because I did read an article about it in the local paper. Let the psychoanalysis begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113936882374095235?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113936882374095235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113936882374095235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113936882374095235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113936882374095235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-shot-man-in-elko-just-to-watch-him.html' title='I  shot  a  man  in  Elko- just  to  watch  him  die'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113875707981630377</id><published>2006-01-31T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:24:39.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super  Bowl  prediction</title><content type='html'>Pittsburgh by at least 10 points-probably more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a betting man,that is what my pragmatist side says. Now in a ideal world, I would love to see Seattle win. The reasons are that Seattle is relatively close to Idaho so it is like rooting for the neighborhood team. Also, I have been to Seattle. I am sure Pittsburgh is a nice town and lovely people and God willing I will vist sometime, but I have been to Seattle and know the city is lovely and the people I met were nice, friendly and helpful. I will be cheering Seattle on and will be pleasantly surprised if they win, but I know Pittsburgh is a tough team. However, they have won before. Come on, share the glory!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113875707981630377?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113875707981630377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113875707981630377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113875707981630377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113875707981630377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/01/super-bowl-prediction.html' title='Super  Bowl  prediction'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113866529601069411</id><published>2006-01-30T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:54:56.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke  of  the  day</title><content type='html'>A  grasshopper  walks  into  a  bar.  The  bartender  says "Well, Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We  have  a  drink  named  after  you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The  grasshopper says "You  have  a  drink  named  Horace?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113866529601069411?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113866529601069411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113866529601069411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113866529601069411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113866529601069411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/01/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke  of  the  day'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113771605909112091</id><published>2006-01-19T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:14:19.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another  example  of  my  weirdness</title><content type='html'>The other day, during my get ready for work routine,I noticed I was running low on underarm deodorant  and thus resolved to stop by the store after I clocked out for the day.I took the nearly empty container with me to remind me to stop at the store rather than write out a grocery list because I thought I could too easily inadvertently throw out the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work, a co-worker wanted to borrow a quarter for her lunch from someone. I emptied out the contents of my pocket to find a quarter and so my supervisor noticed the deodorant container. Laughing, she asked me what that was all about. I explained that I might overlook a slip of paper, but something as large and cumbersome as a canister would definitely help me remember. She said that was a good idea but I am still going to wager that the average joe does not do that sort of thing and sticks to paper lists, but so the hell what? It works for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113771605909112091?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113771605909112091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113771605909112091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113771605909112091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113771605909112091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-example-of-my-weirdness.html' title='Another  example  of  my  weirdness'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113763106855045878</id><published>2006-01-18T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:37:48.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  R  word</title><content type='html'>The other day at work, I heard a co-worker say "My hair is sticking up. I look like a retard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear that word, I am transported back in time 20 years and more to the elementary school playground , and junior high where the other kids said it to demean me. I understand that my co-workers , when they say it, don't mean to hurt me and make me feel bad,but when they say it I have a negative, personal reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand and agree that they can't make me feel bad- only I can do that. In fact, there are times when I have trained myself to ignore the r word. Case in point: I am a &lt;em&gt;South Park&lt;/em&gt; fan owning the first three seasons on DVD.When I have heard the word on there, after the initial flash of negativity I remind myself that obviously it is not personal and Trey Parker and Matt Stone go after everybody as equal-opportunity gadflys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it depends on the relationship if I say something at work or wherever I am. If I do not know the person well I don't say anything. If it is a friend, I ask "When you say you are being retarded, what do you mean when you say that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am being stupid or foolish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you just say that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am over-reacting which admittedly is a real possibility. I do know I have not bought the Black eyed Peas CD . I love the song when it is called "Let's get it Started." However, I have not bought it because "Let's get r_ is also on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113763106855045878?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113763106855045878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113763106855045878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113763106855045878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113763106855045878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/01/r-word.html' title='The  R  word'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113762927105179304</id><published>2006-01-18T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:07:51.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What  a  difference  a  word  makes</title><content type='html'>I was over at the parents watching the Golden Globes since poor me doesn't have cable. When Steve Carell won for &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt; my mom asked "is he the forty-year virgin?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113762927105179304?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113762927105179304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113762927105179304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113762927105179304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113762927105179304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-difference-word-makes.html' title='What  a  difference  a  word  makes'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113634570805786025</id><published>2006-01-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:35:08.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left handers  are  the  only  ones  in their  right  mind</title><content type='html'>My favorite Christmas present this year was from my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sweatshirt that reads: EVERYONE IS BORN RIGHT-HANDED. ONLY THE GIFTED OVERCOME IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113634570805786025?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113634570805786025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113634570805786025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113634570805786025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113634570805786025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2006/01/left-handers-are-only-ones-in-their.html' title='Left handers  are  the  only  ones  in their  right  mind'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113219617711979499</id><published>2005-11-16T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:56:17.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like  warm  apple  pie</title><content type='html'>The  other  day at  Mom  and  Dad's house, the  pug  dog  came  into  the  TV  room  where  I  was  and  gave  me  a  look  that  reminded  me  of  the  look  that  Eugene  Levy  gives  Jason  Biggs  in  AMERICAN  PIE  when  he  walks  into  the  kitchen  and  discovers  Jim with  the  pie.  Interesting .   (and  no, I  wasn't)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113219617711979499?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113219617711979499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113219617711979499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113219617711979499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113219617711979499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/11/like-warm-apple-pie.html' title='Like  warm  apple  pie'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113219572526205540</id><published>2005-11-16T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:48:45.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthritis-  it   really  sucks</title><content type='html'>For  the  past  couple  of  days, I  have  had  my  latest  bout  with  stiffness  of  the  joints. This  time  it  was  in  my  left  knee, which  while   annoying  was  at  least  still  tolerable more  or  less.At  least  I  could  still  get  around.  I  have  had  it  in  my  foot  before  and  that  REALLY   was  almost  intolerable  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I  think  the  problem  is  that  I  ran  track  and  cross  country  in  high  school. Also  since  I  don't  drive  a  car  I  walk  a  lot  and  in  the  preceding  years  there  have  been  times  where  I  have  tripped  or  stumbled  and  banged  both  my  knees  up .  And  Ok, yes,  I  AM  a  little  overweight  so  yes, I  am  not  entirely  innocent   in  this  scenerio.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       If  it  is  already  this  bad  when  I  am  37, what  is  it  gonna  be  like  when  I'm  REALLY  up  there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113219572526205540?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113219572526205540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113219572526205540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113219572526205540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113219572526205540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/11/arthritis-it-really-sucks.html' title='Arthritis-  it   really  sucks'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113211104116125400</id><published>2005-11-15T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:17:21.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How  do  you  deal  with well-meaning yet  pain in the  ass  people?</title><content type='html'>Ok folks, audience participation time. I need some advice on how to deal with my oldest brother, when he comes out from California, for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a caring, loving good man. He is also a stereotypical Type A, overbearing control freak and his vists stress me. In fact there are numerous times when my parents have gone to vist him and while I could have gotten time off from work to go I chose not to. When he was out last Christmas, he started giving me a lecture and at one point said I was his responsibility. Why? I pay my own rent and phone bill. At one point he came over to my apartment, decided I needed a dresser (Which, admittedly I did and has come in handy.) He drove me to work and I left with the understanding after work, I would call and he would come over and we would build it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I found his car outside and he and my dad were inside. When I asked them how they got inside my dad said he had had a key. I thought I had gotten all the spares ,but obviously my dad had one made before I got them all. ( Another time my dad came looking for me and he says he looked in my mailbox and so he does things that piss me off too but that is another posting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to remind myself he did it for me and I needed a dresser and it was a good thing, but still I was livid when I found my door unlocked , ajar and them inside but I didn't say anything and acted calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also asked me how much money I have in my checking account and one time when I told him it was none of his business,my dad backed me up and said it wasn't , my brother said "Some day it's going to be." Another time when he asked me that and I said it was none of his business, he said "Do you want me to help you or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give some other examples ,but I think the idea is clear. Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113211104116125400?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113211104116125400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113211104116125400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113211104116125400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113211104116125400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-do-you-deal-with-well-meaning-yet.html' title='How  do  you  deal  with well-meaning yet  pain in the  ass  people?'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-113107191767249013</id><published>2005-11-03T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T18:38:37.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy  Birthday  to  me</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOO MEEEEEE,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOO MEEEEEE,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BUD,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPEEEEE BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Applause, whistles , cheers and any other signs of affection deemed appropriate,,,, (It was November 1st.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-113107191767249013?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/113107191767249013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=113107191767249013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113107191767249013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/113107191767249013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy  Birthday  to  me'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112968548808441620</id><published>2005-10-18T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T18:31:28.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's  the  birthday  cake????????????</title><content type='html'>This might be of interest to the Swankpoet household as well,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week at Sunday school, we started a class looking at the Book of Common Prayer. We looked at page 8 where it said it was ratified on October 16th in the year of our Lord One thousand seven-hundred eighty-nine. Exactly 216 years ago, and it was not planned that way. Freaky- but in a good, charming way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112968548808441620?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112968548808441620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112968548808441620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112968548808441620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112968548808441620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/10/wheres-birthday-cake.html' title='Where&apos;s  the  birthday  cake????????????'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112925726972536969</id><published>2005-10-13T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:34:29.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie  Review:  THE  ARISTOCRATS</title><content type='html'>WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY OBSCENE LANGUAGE AHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;guy walks into a talent agent's office. He says" Have I got an act for you!! He brings his whole family into the office where they proceed to undress and he starts fucking his wife. It builds to a climax where the mother is blowing the son, the daughter is being fingered by the father, they are urinating and defecating on each other. The family dog comes in and the son starts blowing the dog,they are eating each other's excrement and there is blood,semen and piss everywhere. After they finally get all done, the agent a little taken aback says" I can't book that!!!!!!!!!! What kind of act is that?!!!!! What do you call yourselves? " The father says " THE ARISTOCRATS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny? I&lt;/em&gt; think this joke definitely depends on the skill, timing and the willingness of whoever tells it to go all the way out there. In the new movie THE ARISTOCRATS that I saw last night at the Lamphouse theater here in town (&lt;a href="http://www.lamphousetheatre.com"&gt;www.lamphousetheatre.com&lt;/a&gt;) directed by standup comic Paul Provenza , various comedians who all seem to agree the joke is a hunk of filth, but nevertheless seem to find it hilarious, tell it in their own voices, forms and ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me, I loved the journey they took me on into depravity!!!!!!!!! In my opinion, the funniest version in this film is the one by George Carlin who elaborates on the bowel movements to great length. I also enjoyed and laughed out loud at Gilbert Gottfried who, I believe, has the distinction of being the first comedian to actually dare tell this on stage at the Friar's roast of Hugh Hefner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who see the film, I think the biggest surprise will be Bob Saget who has a more or less wholesome image from FULL HOUSE and AMERICA'S FUNNIEST HOME VIDEOS but believe me, he is a perverted, dirty fucker. I got an idea of his other side from DIRTY WORK the 1998 Norm Macdonald movie, that he directed,that I also liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this film, I wondered what Lenny Bruce could have done with this bit. I would have liked to have seen that because I am also a big Lenny Bruce fan because I believe one of the purposes of art is to offend and shock people into new paradigms and perceptions although I know a lot of people may disagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who may think I will burn in hell for my entertainment choices, at least I will be laughing as I burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112925726972536969?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112925726972536969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112925726972536969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112925726972536969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112925726972536969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/10/movie-review-aristocrats.html' title='Movie  Review:  THE  ARISTOCRATS'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112795971253096013</id><published>2005-09-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T19:08:32.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question  of  the  day</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else noticed that Stewie Griffin on FAMILY GUY sounds &lt;em&gt;just a little&lt;/em&gt; like Harvey Korman ? Or am I just REALLY,REALLY weird? Well actually, I am weird regardless,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112795971253096013?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112795971253096013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112795971253096013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112795971253096013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112795971253096013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/09/question-of-day.html' title='Question  of  the  day'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112605847741626441</id><published>2005-09-06T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:01:17.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer  for  those  affected  by  Hurricane  Katrina</title><content type='html'>Most Merciful,Most compassionate God&lt;br /&gt;Hear our prayers for your people affected by Hurricane Katrina&lt;br /&gt;and let their cries come unto You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, the floods have engulfed the land&lt;br /&gt;The storms made a wasteland of water&lt;br /&gt;How can we sing to you&lt;br /&gt;when so many have died or are missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strengthen those who cling to life&lt;br /&gt;Keep their hope and hearts alive;&lt;br /&gt;Revive the weary rescue workers and tired medical teams&lt;br /&gt;Renew the resolve of those who have lost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quicken all efforts to rush resources and aid&lt;br /&gt;Send our people to help;&lt;br /&gt;Open our hearts to give and give again&lt;br /&gt;that we may be generous bears of healing and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of the universe&lt;br /&gt;Pour out your Sprit of mercy and compassion&lt;br /&gt;In your name we pray. AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev. Wilma Jakobsen, All Saints Episcopal Church, Pasadena, CA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112605847741626441?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112605847741626441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112605847741626441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112605847741626441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112605847741626441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/09/prayer-for-those-affected-by-hurricane.html' title='Prayer  for  those  affected  by  Hurricane  Katrina'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112578777521628623</id><published>2005-09-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T15:49:35.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin  Smith  fans, unite!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I  read  in  the  latest  issue  of  &lt;em&gt;ENTERTAINMENT  WEEKLY &lt;/em&gt;  that  Kevin  Smith  has  a  blog.  If  you  care, it  is  www.silentbobspeaks.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112578777521628623?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112578777521628623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112578777521628623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112578777521628623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112578777521628623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/09/kevin-smith-fans-unite.html' title='Kevin  Smith  fans, unite!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112502384389122308</id><published>2005-08-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:37:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I  sound  like  Napoleon  Dynamite</title><content type='html'>Or  is  that  Napoleon  Dynamite  sounds  like  me?      I  had  a  friend  of  mine  tell  me  that  at  times,  my  vocal  traits  remind  him  of  the  movie.  I     have  been  practicing.      &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOSH,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112502384389122308?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112502384389122308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112502384389122308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112502384389122308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112502384389122308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-sound-like-napoleon-dynamite.html' title='I  sound  like  Napoleon  Dynamite'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112493492420475915</id><published>2005-08-24T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:55:24.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adultolescents</title><content type='html'>OK,  I  have  a  confession  to  make. (deep  breath,  wringing  hands)   ,,,here  goes,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I  lived  with  Mom  and  Dad  until  I  was  34  years  old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Oh, I  TRIED  to  stay  positive  about  it.  I  tried  to  remind  myself  that  in  Europe  and  other  countries  staying  with  one's  parents  was  not  unheard  of.  But  every  time  I  began  to  feel  better, I  would  watch  Jay  Leno  and  one  of  his  punchlines in  one  of  his  monolouges    was  "He  still  lives  in  his  parent's  basement."  It  drew  a  big  laugh.  My  bedroom  was  upstairs  but  still,,,,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;        Then  I  reminded  myself  that  Ray  Romano  lived  at  home  until  he  was  29  and  he  has  turned  out  ok.  But  then  on  one  episode of  "The  Fresh  Prince  of  Bel  Air"  Will  Smith  said  "Fine, live  at  home  until  your  30's  like  the  other  serial  killers!!!"   Despondecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Then  in  the spring  of  2002  I  picked  up  a  Newsweek  magazine  and  one  of  the  articles  was  on  something  called  adultolescents.  It  said  5 million  people  between  24  and  34  still  lived  at  home  with  their  parents.  I  remember  silently  cheering  and  thinking   "Maybe  I  am  not  such  a  total  social  freak  after  all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  DO  have  my  own  apartment  now- almost  two  years.  But  sometimes  I  still  feel  a  little  freakish  that  I  am  not  as  advanced  as  some  of  my  friends  and  still  work  in  fast  food.  I  try  to  remind  myself  I  do  have  a  job  and  I  was  employee  of  the  year once (if  I  can  be  immodest  for  a  minute.)  I  tell  myself, Life  is  not  a  race.  Everyone  has  their  own  journey.  Sometimes  though  it  is  hard  to  remember  that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-   CONGRATULATIONS  KAPHINE  AND  REAL  SUPER  GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112493492420475915?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112493492420475915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112493492420475915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112493492420475915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112493492420475915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/adultolescents.html' title='Adultolescents'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112424223230896390</id><published>2005-08-16T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:30:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderment  of  the  day</title><content type='html'>First  off,  is  that  a  word????    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Just  what  are  the  dickens,  and  exactly  how  cute  are  they  anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112424223230896390?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112424223230896390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112424223230896390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112424223230896390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112424223230896390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/ponderment-of-day.html' title='Ponderment  of  the  day'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112381340443973092</id><published>2005-08-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:23:24.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News  item</title><content type='html'>It says in the news that George W. is taking a five-week vacation. My question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM WHAT???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal political feelings and opinions aside, after the Supreme Court outcome, on Florida, he said "The presidency is more than an honor,,,, it is a charge to keep." Fine, keep it. You wanted it, you got it-but obviously you don't really appreciate or honor it. But then on the other hand, what do I know? I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112381340443973092?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112381340443973092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112381340443973092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112381340443973092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112381340443973092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/news-item.html' title='News  item'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112363765346203220</id><published>2005-08-09T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:34:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My  parent's  50th  anniversary  oringinal   poem</title><content type='html'>This  past  weekend  was  my  parent's   50th.    I  composed  and  recited  an  oringinal  poem  and  if  I  may  be  a  selfish, egotistical  SOB  for  a  minute  I  got  a  lot  of  compliments.  I  would  like  to  reproduce  it  here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        50   YEARS   AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       A  flame  of  love  was  lit&lt;br /&gt;                                                                and   the  Spirit  of  God  smoked &lt;br /&gt;                                                             upward  from  your  wedding  church  altar,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     igniting  two  stars  to  shine  on  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Those  stars  in    Heaven&lt;br /&gt;                                                         twinkle  in  your  eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                              illuminating  with  God's  light &lt;br /&gt;                                              everything  and  everyone  &lt;br /&gt;                                           blessed  to  interact  with  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone  have  any  critiques, comments, questions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112363765346203220?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112363765346203220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112363765346203220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112363765346203220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112363765346203220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-parents-50th-anniversary-oringinal.html' title='My  parent&apos;s  50th  anniversary  oringinal   poem'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112363664244354780</id><published>2005-08-09T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:17:22.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep  throat  was  my  neighbor</title><content type='html'>When  the  story  broke  and  became  public  that W.Mark  Felt  was  Deep  Throat  of  Watergate  fame  and  was  born in  and  graduated  high  school  in  Twin  Falls  I  went  to  the  public  library  and  looked  through  the  old  phone  books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I  found  out  that  when  the  Felt  family  lived  here  they  lived  only  two  blocks  from  where  my  parent's  house  now  is  on  the  same  street.  The  Felt's  quit  being  listed  in  1967,  we  moved  there  in  1969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     SO,  the  title  of  this  blog  is  the  title  of  an  oringinal  poem  or  possibly  a  screenplay    mulling  around  in  my  brain.  I  have  only  the  title, so  far.    Further  bulletins  as  details  warrant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112363664244354780?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112363664244354780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112363664244354780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112363664244354780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112363664244354780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/deep-throat-was-my-neighbor.html' title='Deep  throat  was  my  neighbor'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112321031784049336</id><published>2005-08-04T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T19:51:57.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammendment  to  previous  post</title><content type='html'>I  just  re-read  my  last  post  and  came  to  the  conclusion  I  may  come  across  as  childish  to  those  of  you  within  the  sound  of  my  typing.  I  wanted  to  clarify  that  my  temper  tantrum  was  more  or  less  private, the  bus  driver  didn't  hear  me  and  I  usually  act  more  socoially  mature  than  that.  On  the  other  hand, as  my  name    tells,  I  AM  a  drama  king&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112321031784049336?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112321031784049336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112321031784049336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112321031784049336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112321031784049336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/ammendment-to-previous-post.html' title='Ammendment  to  previous  post'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112305021757631934</id><published>2005-08-02T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:08:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My  Swankpoet  wedding  saga</title><content type='html'>Going to Swankette and TeacherRefPoets's wedding was a grand time.I had a great time and throughly enjoyed myself . I saw Swankette again who I hadn't seen in a LONG time, met TeacherRefPoet who I can honestly claim is one of my favorite people already and made new friends. HOWEVER, it was still not without drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus there and my bus was scheduled to leave at 4:25 Friday morning. I talked to my girlfriend's father to see if he could give me a ride to the depot since I don't drive and he said he would.Luckily,I had a bout with insomnia and was up at 4:00 THURSDAY when he showed up at my apartment. Perhaps I should have seen that as a harbinger of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning I was all packed and ready to go. I called over and got the answering machine and waited. 10 minutes later,,,,,20. Finally 4:25 came and went .I resolved to go back to sleep and about 8:30 call my friend Dave and talk over possible alternitives with him.At this point I was actually and some might say strangely calm. About 10 minutes later he called and apoligized&lt;br /&gt;and   his  wife  got  on  the  internet  and  found  that  another  bus  left  Twin  Falls  at  11;50  that  night.  Again  at  this  point  it  was  tolerable  and  I  rationalized  maybe  partly  my  fault, as I  did  not  call  to  remind  him  the  night  before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      That  night  I    began  to  get  a  little  paranoid  and  called  about  3  times, but  he  showed  up  and  I   got  on  the  bus.  Everything  went  smoothly  until  Stanfield, OR.  My  oringinal  ticket  (the  one  I  bought for  4:25  Friday  morning)  went  straight  through  to  Seattle  and  did  not  have  any  transfers.  The  11:50  bus  transferred  in  Stanfield.  I   showed  my  ticket  to  the  new  bus  driver  and  explained  the  situation  to  him. The  problem  was  the  oringinal  ticket  did  not  have  a  boarding  pass  for  Stanfield  so  I  had  to  wait  around  and  the  bus  driver  told  me  he  would  be  right  back and  went  into  the  convienence  store  ,I  assume  to  talk  to  Greyhound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;This  is  where  the  temper  tantrum  manifested.&lt;/em&gt;  I  began  cursing  my  girlfriend's  father,then  wondered  who  I  could  call  who  might  help  me  out.  How  am  I  going  to  get  to  Seattle?   Then- HOW THE FUCK  AM  I  GETTING  BACK  TO  IDAHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      FORTUNATELY,   after  I  raised  my  blood  pressure and  probably  cut  20  years  off  my  life  the  bus  driver  came  back  out  and  told  me  to  climb  aboard  .After  thanking  him  profusely,on  to  Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           We  got  in  Seattle  at  1:30 .  The  wedding  was  at  5:00  and  I  had  to  meet  GrigorPDX  at  4:oo  so  he  could  play  the  part  of  my  chauffer  to  the  nuptiuls.  I  hauled  ass  to  the  Green  Tortoise  hostel  walking  7  blocks.  I  showered,shaved  and  was  ready  in  time  when  Grigor  showed  up .   Thanks  again  buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, Swankette  and  TRP, I  sincerley  hope  you  appreciate  the  trouble  and  human  drama  SOME  OF  US  GO  TO  FOR  YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I  am  happy  to  report  the  bus  trip  home  was  without  incident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112305021757631934?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112305021757631934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112305021757631934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112305021757631934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112305021757631934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-swankpoet-wedding-saga.html' title='My  Swankpoet  wedding  saga'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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-15051450.post-112301482478646084</id><published>2005-08-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:33:44.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here  begins  this  great  adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;self- explanatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15051450-112301482478646084?l=idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/feeds/112301482478646084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15051450&amp;postID=112301482478646084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112301482478646084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15051450/posts/default/112301482478646084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahomasterthespian.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-begins-this-great-adventure.html' title='Here  begins  this  great  adventure'/><author><name>Bud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12677941973762501739</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></feed>
