<?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-7997359</id><updated>2012-02-04T15:04:11.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A.K.A. Binsk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>707</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-6996291983764549772</id><published>2010-12-20T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:57:34.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook coversation with a high school boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/TRAXXFTeJHI/AAAAAAAAALc/4D7pCbcK5wc/s1600/robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552964025876096114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/TRAXXFTeJHI/AAAAAAAAALc/4D7pCbcK5wc/s400/robin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HSBF&lt;/strong&gt;: Do you like Sabbath or anything like that ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I love Black Sabbath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HSBF&lt;/strong&gt;: Why are you up so late young lady? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I wore a Randy Rhodes tshirt at Elgin don't you remember? ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Rhoads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh wait, he wasn't Black Sabbath he was just with Ozzy, whatevs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I am always up late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HSBF&lt;/strong&gt;: you cannot "whatevs. " Randy Rhoades !!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HSBF&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah , I remember lol some how. I mostly remember your skirt and stalking look. And your amazing regard for music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Awwwww really how cool. I remember going to your house after school and making out on your couch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I also had bleached skin tight jeans with holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HSBF&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm pretty sure it was my parents couch ... I didn't have a couch until 1994 lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Wait????? Stalking look??????????? What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSBF&lt;/strong&gt;: Did I spell 'stalking' wrong ? lmao !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HSBF&lt;/strong&gt;: Tights ? leotards ? Whatever the fuck it was , you looked great ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: lol ya, stockings are tights, stalking is being a predator. haaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: And thank you kind sir. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HSBF&lt;/strong&gt;: LOL , no problem , you cornered the market , everyone else was wearing track pants or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6996291983764549772?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6996291983764549772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6996291983764549772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6996291983764549772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6996291983764549772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/facebook-coversation-with-high-school.html' title='Facebook coversation with a high school boyfriend'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/TRAXXFTeJHI/AAAAAAAAALc/4D7pCbcK5wc/s72-c/robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-6989922932708503506</id><published>2010-05-04T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:10:38.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boss tells me that the chef at my work was in the men's change room, and he moved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; jacket and this kid I work with's jacket fell down and out came TWO bags of cocaine.  I have NO idea how to make that first sentence less choppy, so just go with it.  Chef accidentally knocks over kid's jacket at work, two bags of cocaine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; fall out, chef tells my boss what happened, and she tells me.  I say "Well HOW would he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that it was actually cocaine?" and she says "He tasted it."  and I say "So he knows what cocaine tastes like?  Is he a chef AND a cop???"  She says "Ha ha, yeah that's the best part of the story".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6989922932708503506?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6989922932708503506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6989922932708503506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6989922932708503506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6989922932708503506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-boss-tells-me-that-chef-at-my-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-3298933948136459548</id><published>2010-04-15T03:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T03:30:06.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotic Raymi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10876611&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10876611&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10876611"&gt;seventeen degrees in a november forest&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1057394"&gt;raymi lauren&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there's the amazing Director Britt.  Well done chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;raymitheminx.com and ms-britt.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-3298933948136459548?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3298933948136459548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=3298933948136459548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3298933948136459548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3298933948136459548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/raymi-could-not-be-any-cooler.html' title='Hypnotic Raymi'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-4076022417298137899</id><published>2010-04-14T15:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T04:34:39.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the store...</title><content type='html'>I am at the cash and there is a woman behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mistaking that it is a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cashier says to me:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cashier says to the woman behind me:&lt;/span&gt;  Do you need a bag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start walking away SLOWLY so I can hear if he says something along the lines of: "Oh sorry ma'am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; that just came out wrong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; doesn't correct him because HOW RIDICULOUSLY EMBARRASSING would it be to say "I am not a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sir&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope she didn't go home and like freak out or something just because that idiot cashier decided to pretend we didn't hear him call her sir, and now she might think she looks like a dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Ma'am is the WORST thing you can call a woman in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be called a cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way I would despise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you were REALLY young and you called me ma'am, then I might let it go because you were trying to be respectful of my oldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4076022417298137899?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4076022417298137899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4076022417298137899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4076022417298137899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4076022417298137899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-store.html' title='At the store...'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-7666868858164773806</id><published>2010-03-15T01:15:00.029-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:45:17.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first and last blind date...</title><content type='html'>From the beginning.  My friends are starting to feel sorry for me because I am still single.  So one of my friends decides to try and find me a man (which is really sweet of her).  She knows this guy that is a client at her hair salon (who she says is REALLY cute and nice) and she asks him if he would be interested in meeting her friend.  So he says "Yeah okay, I am not sure about this blind date stuff but let's try it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives him my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sum up the phone conversation by cutting and pasting the emails I sent to my best friend about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talked to him on the phone tonight and one of the first things he said to me was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'A lot of women think I'm arrogant, but I'm not arrogant, I'm just SUPER confident so if I come across like that to you then just tell me to stop it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;WHO FREAKING SAYS SHIT LIKE THAT????? IN THE FIRST TWO MINUTES OF SPEAKING TO A PERSON????? And then he said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am surprised you haven't heard of me or my brothers, we were pretty infamous, not always for good things' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am actually scared a little. But still going to do it to say I did. Gawd, gawd, gawd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lol, i am laughing at your description...i can just imagine!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking not your type either - but who knows what may happen ha ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I so want to bail,  but maybe you are right, maybe I could sell him a house or something. lol   SO not my type."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will have to fill me in when you get back lol. i am very proud of you for going though, regardless of the outcome, it's a huge step for you! that's right, sell him a house!  now that is the right attitude!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I will bring a tape recorder so I don't miss anything he says. Or I guess I could just take notes.  Cuz just IMAGINE what kinda shit he is probably going to say after he has a couple sips of beer and has known me for more than five minutes. ;)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay so flash forward to the "day of reckoning".  Why the fuck am I actually going?  I don't know, because I said I would and I am a sucker?  Anyway, K. calls and says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you so that you are more comfortable because we know him" &lt;/span&gt;and I am like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HELL YA, please come!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So dickhead calls (oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; did I call him?) and says&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Are you ready to go out?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yeah...K. and L. are going to come, is that okay?"&lt;/span&gt; And he's like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yeah okay, so I will meet you all there?  Cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We get there and penisface (Wait what? That's not nice...) is already there.  I am introduced and we all sit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then fuckface says... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Actually I will just cut and paste the emails I sent to my BFF AFTER the "date" was over.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As expected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all had dinner and he was annoying, and insecure, and opinionated but cute.  Apparently I am just not shallow enough to get over bad personalities. At least I went, even if I had chaperones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e announced (during dinner) that he had a DUI,  and he decided to keep it on his record instead of getting it taken off because it's a good reminder NOT TO DRIVE DRUNK. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND he is really picky about ribs, he likes fall off the bone ribs, he will only eat halibut NOT haddock, the restaurant sucked, and blah blah fucking blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He has longish hair and he had it down, then UP, then DOWN - every time he went to the washroom he changed it.  It was like I was watching a play...that I DIDN'T WANT TO WATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He also told me he likes to give fast food employees a hard time if his food is not hot.  I told him (because he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asked me - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even though I was trying to act like I was mute) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I would just ask them for a replacement meal because mine is cold'&lt;/span&gt;, and he said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'NO you have to intimidate them so they NEVER do that to you again"&lt;/span&gt; When he was telling me the he likes to intimidate fast food employees thing ALL I COULD THINK was I need to go home and BLOG this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I am going to stay single forever if that's what's "out there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT, how can somebody SUCK so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-7666868858164773806?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7666868858164773806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=7666868858164773806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7666868858164773806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7666868858164773806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='My first and last blind date...'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-4017525348575639325</id><published>2010-03-09T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:30:58.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cashier at discount grocery store:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you making something special?  I have never seen anyone buy so many tins of sardines at once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My awkwardness is legendary.  And I hate sardines.  My dog loves them though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4017525348575639325?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4017525348575639325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4017525348575639325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4017525348575639325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4017525348575639325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/cashier-at-discount-grocery-store-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-6039011050749018713</id><published>2010-03-09T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:27:28.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Email to my boss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think the hand scanner fired me tonight.  I tried my number three times and it said my ID was temporarily invalid.  I waited for a bit and tried again and it still wouldn't accept my ID.  So Dave said to send you an email.  This is the email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Email back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am glad to see you are taking the firing so well—I was a little nervous and really wasn’t looking forward to a face to face — it has been real — happy life!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy life!!!!!" made me lol.  And almost roflmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6039011050749018713?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6039011050749018713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6039011050749018713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6039011050749018713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6039011050749018713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/email-to-my-boss-i-think-hand-scanner.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-5844167322250758528</id><published>2010-03-08T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:44:06.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl I haven't seen since high school &lt;/span&gt;(we went out for Thai food recently)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you came to our high school in your long black coat and big black boots I thought 'oh here comes trouble!'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you decided to befriend me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You taught me how to drink beer. I kept saying it's burning, I can't do it, and you said you've got work at it."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha.  She also said I was a rebel, who disliked mainstream stuff.   Ahhh the old days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5844167322250758528?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5844167322250758528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5844167322250758528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5844167322250758528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5844167322250758528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/girl-i-havent-seen-since-high-school-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-4545417355548904993</id><published>2010-03-07T01:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:44:50.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sometimes I just get tired of thinking of all the things that I don't wanna do. All the things that I don't wanna be and all the places I don't wanna go, like India, like getting my teeth cleaned." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the movie The Barfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4545417355548904993?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4545417355548904993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4545417355548904993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4545417355548904993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4545417355548904993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-just-get-tired-of-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-1958507963199705028</id><published>2009-05-20T01:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:18:11.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Binsk Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;1) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What word best describes me?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;a) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:green;" &gt;Sublime ✔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;b) &lt;span style=""&gt;A is the right answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;c) &lt;span style=""&gt;Don't pick this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;d) &lt;span style=""&gt;Yes I am bored, it's A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;e) &lt;span style=""&gt;Ha ha, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;2) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What is my sexiest feature?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;a) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:green;" &gt;Too many to name ✔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;b) &lt;span style=""&gt;My skittishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;c) &lt;span style=""&gt;My short attention span&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;d) &lt;span style=""&gt;Not Applicable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;e) &lt;span style=""&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;3) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; How many boyfriends have I had?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;a) &lt;span style=""&gt;Infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;b) &lt;span style=""&gt;It's a long story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;c) &lt;span style=""&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;d) &lt;span style=""&gt;"friends" is a strong word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;e) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:green;" &gt;All of the above ✔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;4)  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are you taking this quiz?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;a) &lt;span style=""&gt;You're as bored as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;b) &lt;span style=""&gt;You're as bored as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;c) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:green;" &gt;You're as bored as I am ✔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;d) &lt;span style=""&gt;You're as bored as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;e) &lt;span style=""&gt;You're as bored as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;5) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who do I have a crush on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;a) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:green;" &gt;A really hot dude ✔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;b) &lt;span style=""&gt;Again the answer is A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;c) &lt;span style=""&gt;Nope wrong answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;d) &lt;span style=""&gt;Wrong again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;e) &lt;span style=""&gt;Pick A  &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1958507963199705028?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1958507963199705028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1958507963199705028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1958507963199705028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1958507963199705028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-what-word-best-describes-me-sublime-b.html' title='A Binsk Quiz'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-3149973094783652261</id><published>2009-05-10T01:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:21:27.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a language older by far and deeper than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow,&lt;br /&gt;rain on trees, wave on stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-3149973094783652261?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3149973094783652261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=3149973094783652261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3149973094783652261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3149973094783652261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-language-older-by-far-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-5733274842926071174</id><published>2009-04-07T22:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:03:16.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't write this list and I don't work at Swiss Chalet but it made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from the Facebook group "I work at Swiss Chalet and therefore I hate my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.  Just stumbled across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not ask me for a spoon for the chicken sauce, you are making me sick.&lt;br /&gt;2. Just because i have a name tag on doesn't mean you get to use my name. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't know why the white meat is more expensive. It just is. Get over it. It's like 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;4. No...it's not lemon soup. It's a finger bowl, you wash your cheap hands with it. And stop joking with me about it being lemon soup. I've heard that line nine times today. Shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you're not planning on tipping properly, take your ass over to the take-out window. They're even more unhappy than us, and will be waiting there to serve you with a frown, and probably some cold fries.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your meat IS going to be a bit pink, you DID ask for the dark meat. Suck it up&lt;br /&gt;7. Do not ask for skinless quarter chicken...do it yourself. Kindergarten is over.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do not expect a finger bowl if you order a pot pie and salad. USE A FORK!&lt;br /&gt;9. NO you cannot have a soup as your side. Pick something else!&lt;br /&gt;10. Do not expect anymore service after you pay your bill. Vacate your table in a timely manner so I may fill it with another group of clueless morons in an attempt to actually make money.&lt;br /&gt;11. When you come to the take-out window, know what you want. There is always a line, and I do not enjoy when you're holding it up.&lt;br /&gt;12. When ordering at take-out, there is no need to tell me your order is "to go". Especially when you say it six times. I think I got the hint when you ordered it at the take-out window.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you want to get my attention do not SNAP YOUR FINGERS AT ME LIKE I'M A DOG! Just because I work at a restaurant that doesn't mean I'm your slave.&lt;br /&gt;14. When every booth/table in the restaurant is full don't bitch about where I seat you. Sit your ass down or go to another restaurant and wait an hour to get sat there.&lt;br /&gt;15. When a hostess brings you to a table in the back of the restaurant do not make a smart ass comment such as "If you would have taken me any farther I would be sitting in the parking lot" and then laugh. It's not witty, it's just annoying and you are not the first one to say it.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do not tell the hostess that you don't want to sit around people/children. ESPECIALLY ON WEDNESDAYS WHEN KIDS EAT FREE! Children have to eat too. If you don't want to be around people then STAY HOME DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;17. When I ask you if you would like a booth or a table that is a hint that you are too LARGE to fit in a booth. Take the hint, and save us your bitching and the pains of reseating you five minutes later! No one wants to see you try to wedge yourself into the booth so that you need the JAWS OF LIFE to get out!! And yes, all the booths really are the same size.&lt;br /&gt;18. Stop leaving your coupons on the end of the table like we're going to forget about them. It's not really that important.&lt;br /&gt;19. Dont ask for hot water and 5 lemons, order a fucking tea. It's not that expensive yet. Or better yet, get a pop, so I don't have to take the time to prepare said tea.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't eat your entire meal and then bitch that it was shitty. You're not getting it for free if there's nothing left on the plate.&lt;br /&gt;21. Don't fucking touch me. I'm not here for you to pet. Give me your order, and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;22. If you see a hostess stand, that is a clue there may be a hostess working in this restaurant. DO NOT SEAT YOURSELF. Especially at a dirty table.&lt;br /&gt;23. DO NOT, under any circumstances, bring your check up to the bar to pay, at least in the Buffalo area stores. We haven't had a cash register there since Labor Day of 2005. If it says "please pay server" on the receipt, it might be a good idea to do just that. If you approach my bar, I will only scowl at you and remind you it has now been fifteen months since the register existed.&lt;br /&gt;24. Don't tell me how unpleasant your last visit was. Or your last three visits. I don't care, I don't want to hear it, and I'm not going to do anything about it. Maybe you should just stop coming. That would work out better for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;25. Learn simple math. Please. It is not my job as a server to teach you the difference between a half and a quarter. If you don't know which one is bigger or what they are, you may want to reconsider going back to Kindergarten, or asking the six year old at the table next to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5733274842926071174?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5733274842926071174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5733274842926071174&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5733274842926071174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5733274842926071174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-write-this-list-and-i-dont-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8921883361907733850</id><published>2009-01-20T01:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:42:13.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"What if you don't care what anyone before has said, and you don't care what anyone else has experienced and you just rely on what you know to be true for yourself? I couldn't care less if anyone could/would qualify what I know, they can suck it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binsk a.k.a. ME  - January 20, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8921883361907733850?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8921883361907733850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8921883361907733850&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8921883361907733850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8921883361907733850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-if-you-dont-care-what-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-4533833529505661162</id><published>2009-01-19T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:14:57.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origin:&lt;/strong&gt;                                                           &lt;a href="http://www.allthebabynames.com/BabyName/Hawaiian/Lopine.aspx"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblSex"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unisex Name?&lt;/strong&gt;                          &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblUnisex"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaning:&lt;/strong&gt;                          &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblMeaning"&gt;Hawaiianized Robin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soul Urge:&lt;/strong&gt;                          &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblSoulUrge"&gt;People with the name Lopine have a deep inner desire for love and companionship, and want to work with others to achieve peace and harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expression:&lt;/strong&gt;                          &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblExpression"&gt;People with the name Lopine are competent, practical, and often obtain great power and wealth. They tend to be successful in business and commercial affairs, and are able to achieve great material dreams. Because they often focus so strongly on business and achievement, they may neglect their private lives and relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4533833529505661162?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4533833529505661162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4533833529505661162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4533833529505661162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4533833529505661162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/origin-hawaiian-sex-female-unisex-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-7409809522871274778</id><published>2008-10-18T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:39:25.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;A trigger of remembrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; For many years the numbers 11:11 have been mysteriously      appearing to people all over the world. Often appearing on      digital clocks, the sightings of 11:11 tend to occur during      times of heightened awareness, having a most powerful effect      on the people involved. This causes a reactivation of our      cellular memory banks. There's a stirring deep inside, a hint      of remembrance of something long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearance of 11:11 is also a powerful confirmation    that we are on the right track, aligned with our highest    Truth. Throughout the years, I have personally encountered    thousands of people all over the world who, have experienced    repeated sightings of 11:11. They all want to know what is    happening to them and why. What does the 11:11 signify?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:11 is a pre-encoded trigger placed into our cellular    memory banks prior to our descent into matter which, when    activated, signifies that our time of completion is near. This    refers to the completion of duality. When the 11:11 appears    to you, it is your wake-up call. A direct channel opens up    between you and the Invisible. When this happens, it is time    to reflect on whatever you are doing for a moment and Look    Larger. A transfer is in position. You can enter the Greater    Reality if you wish pray or meditate and seed your future and    also, you can be seeded by the Invisible. You can ask for help    in some specific area of your life or simply listen quietly and    receive a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearance of 11:11 is an always beneficial act of Divine    Intervention telling you that it is time to take a good look    around you and see what is really happening. It's time to    pierce the veils of illusion that keep us bound to an unreal    world. You have been chosen, because you are ready, to step    into the Greater Reality. To lead the way for others into a    new way of living, into a Greater Love. To ascend from&lt;br /&gt;duality into Oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 11.11 is the bridge our vitality and oneness. It is our    pathway into the postive unknown and beyond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Doorway the 11:11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This can presently be perceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a crack between two worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which has the inherent potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of linking together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two very different spirals of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we unite together as One,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing together our fragments of the key,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we not only create the key, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; but we make visible the Doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus this bridge functions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an invisible door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a doorway into the Invisible realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 11:11 is the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an entirely different spiral of evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; The symbol of 11:11 was pre-encoded into our cellular            memory banks long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning our cycle of incarnations upon the Earth. The    11.11 has rested dormantly within us since that faraway    position under time-release mechanization, combined with    sealed orders which would only open when the 11.11 was    fully activated. It has been gently sleeping, awaiting the    moment of triggering. And now the 11:11 is finally    activated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;11:11 is the pre-encoded trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And the key to the mysteries of the universe and beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Some of you have recognized this symbol as something of    significance, yet have been unaware of its true meaning. With    the advent of digital clocks many years ago, the significance    of 11:11 began to make itself felt, often appearing on clocks    at times of accelerated awareness. For those of you who have    know that 11:11 was something special, we now need you to    come forth into positions of leadership. For you are    important parts of the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we are or connected to an invisible spiritual thread,    through which we can transmit information, thoughts, and    feelings to each other, even if we never met. Use this channel    to send help, prayers, love and positivity to humanity and all    our animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement the tragedy in New York and Washington    happen on the 11 of September, flight number 11, and the    twin towers from a distance looked like the number 11. So    please pay attention to the line in my article that says that it is    time to take a good look around you and what is really    happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-7409809522871274778?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7409809522871274778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=7409809522871274778&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7409809522871274778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7409809522871274778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cannot-explain-elevens-and-nines.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-5721337592398301027</id><published>2008-10-10T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:22:23.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/winged/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Lovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5721337592398301027?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5721337592398301027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5721337592398301027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5721337592398301027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5721337592398301027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-are-lovers-motive-power-and-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-3884005743167058056</id><published>2008-10-02T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:41:51.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;My thoughts on the Canadian and American debates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Canada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish they would stop talking about my kitchen table.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why didn't Elizabeth May brush her hair before the debates?  Are combs not good for the environment?  Was she not told it was televised?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You are all lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;United States:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish they would stop talking about my kitchen table.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When men cry in politics (Biden in the debate - oh he did) it is just skipped over like nothing happened, when women cry (Hillary) it is the sign of a weak, hysterical person who should never be in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Should Trig really be up that late?  I know that if she didn't bring her baby she would be criticized for neglecting him, but seriously is it really fair to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-3884005743167058056?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3884005743167058056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=3884005743167058056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3884005743167058056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3884005743167058056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-thoughts-on-canadian-and-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-1741593129207829925</id><published>2008-10-02T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:05:08.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;You know those chickens they sell at the store that are already cooked, just waiting there all nice and hot for you to take home?  I think they soak them in crack.  I have made lots of chickens myself and they NEVER taste like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt; today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt; if I still lived with my parents. I said, no I am old, she said old?  Then I told her how old and she looked at me like I was insane.  Which is nice, but awkward.  Mostly nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to speed dating last night, I have never been before.  I put on my name tag, sat down, looked around the room and thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to myself there are some guys in here that creep me out so much I can't even  imagine talking to them in a public place for five minutes, and I BAILED. Yep,  at least I am consistent in my behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1741593129207829925?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1741593129207829925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1741593129207829925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1741593129207829925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1741593129207829925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-those-chickens-they-sell-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-7800646371052435224</id><published>2008-09-08T23:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:29:03.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Wii Fit told me I was fat today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid a lot of money for this abuse.  I could get that shit for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides the fat comment it is totally the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in three weeks or tomorrow with more fascinating news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-7800646371052435224?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7800646371052435224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=7800646371052435224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7800646371052435224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7800646371052435224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-wii-fit-told-me-i-was-fat-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-5887666229546267662</id><published>2008-09-05T00:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:44:02.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5887666229546267662?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5887666229546267662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5887666229546267662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5887666229546267662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5887666229546267662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-are-40-weird-normal-enough-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-474938021430443633</id><published>2008-08-30T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:25:05.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moved back to my home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new washer, dryer, stove, couch, ottoman, chair, computer chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post brought to you by completely boring information that is only for my amusement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-474938021430443633?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/474938021430443633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=474938021430443633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/474938021430443633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/474938021430443633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/moved-back-to-my-home-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-3120795810468769692</id><published>2008-06-25T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:46:20.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Carlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah Yeah old news, but I loved the guy and I quoted him quite a few times while he was alive so here's one more go for old times sake.  We will miss you George...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is not as difficult as people think; all one needs is a good set of rules. Since it is probably too late for you, here are some guidelines to pass along to your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Relax and take it easy. Don't get caught up in hollow conceits such as "doing something with your life." Such twaddle is outmoded and a sure formula for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whatever it is you pursue, try to do it just well enough to remain in the middle third of the field. Keep your thoughts and ideas to yourself and don't ask questions. Remember, the squeaky wheel is the first one to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Size people up quickly, and develop rigid attitudes based on your first impression. If you try to delve deeper and get to "know" people, you're asking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't fall for that superstitious nonsense about treating people the way you would like to be treated. It is a transparently narcissistic approach, and may be the sign of a weak mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend as much time as you can pleading and impressing others, even if it makes you unhappy. Pay special attention to shallow manipulators who can do you the most harm. Remember, in the overall scheme, you count for very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Surround yourself with inferiors and losers. Not only will you look good by comparison, but they will look up to you, and that will make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't buy into the sentimental notion that everyone has shortcomings; it's the surest way of undermining yourself. Remember, the really best people have no defects. If you're not perfect, something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If by some off chance you do detect a few faults, first, accept the fact that you are probably deeply flawed. Then make a list of your faults and dwell on them. Carry the list around and try to think of things to add. Blame yourself for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Beware of intuition and gut instincts, they are completely unreliable. Instead, develop preconceived notions and don't waver unless someone tells you to. Then change your mind and adopt their point of view. But only if they seem to know what they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Never give up on an idea simply because it is bad and doesn't work. Cling to it even when it is hopeless. Anyone can cut and run, but it takes a very special person to stay with something that is stupid and harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Always remember, today doesn't count. Trying to make something out of today only robs you of precious time that could be spent daydreaming or resting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to dwell on the past. Think of all the mistakes you've made, and how much better it would be if you hadn't made them. Think of what you should have done, and blame yourself for not doing so. And don't go easy. Be really hard on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If by chance you make a fresh mistake, especially a costly one, try to repeat it a few times so you become familiar with it and can do it easily in the future. Write it down. Put it with your list of faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Beware also of the dangerous trap of looking ahead; it will only get you in trouble. Instead, try to drift along from day to day in a meandering fashion. Don't get sidetracked with some foolish "plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Finally, enjoy yourself all the time, and do whatever you want. Don't be seduced by that mindless chatter going around about "responsibility." That's exactly the sort of thing that can ruin your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-3120795810468769692?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3120795810468769692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=3120795810468769692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3120795810468769692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3120795810468769692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-carlin.html' title='George Carlin'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-1641277678367374676</id><published>2008-06-18T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:27:15.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"If we wait for the moment when everything is ready, we shall never begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Turgenev&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1641277678367374676?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1641277678367374676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1641277678367374676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1641277678367374676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1641277678367374676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-we-wait-for-moment-when-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-8069208419527130169</id><published>2008-06-16T13:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:35:29.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother found this and gave me a copy.  Thanks mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet my cousin Steph and my friend Heather wish that I had read it before I had a cryfest in their ears on Saturday night (because I sold a bunch of crap at a garage sale and other ridiculous reasons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have some attachment issues, but to inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop it because I don't want to end up like one of those people who hasn't seen their carpet in 5 years because their house is PACKED full of garbage that they think are treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness cannot be found through great effort and willpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is already present in open relaxation and letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't strain yourself, there is nothing to do or undo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever momentarily arises in the body mind has no real importance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far better to simply let the entire game happen on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springing up and falling back like waves; without changing or manipulating anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything vanishes and reappears, magically, again and again, time without end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although peace and happiness do not exist as an actual thing or place, it is always available and accompanies you every instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vain Song by Venerable Gendun Rinpoche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8069208419527130169?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8069208419527130169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8069208419527130169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8069208419527130169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8069208419527130169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/happiness-cannot-be-found-through-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-8580847257127427828</id><published>2008-06-09T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:54:07.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/v/blog_cuss"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/badges/blog_cuss_high_100.jpg" alt="The Blog-O-Cuss Meter - Do you cuss a lot in your blog or website?" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q"&gt;OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Yeah I can't help it...it's genetic I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8580847257127427828?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8580847257127427828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8580847257127427828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8580847257127427828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8580847257127427828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/oneplusyou-quizzes-and-widgets-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-6118713945190085310</id><published>2008-05-29T22:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:27:37.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/SD9wFo9oP4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sCPeA-0CSJM/s1600-h/Charlie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/SD9wFo9oP4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sCPeA-0CSJM/s400/Charlie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206002936461148034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching Big Brother Australia on YouTube because I am a BB addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the housemates were hypnotized today (the most susceptible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hypnotized once.  I forgot my name.  Repeatedly.  It's a really strange and surreal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading some of the comments that people were leaving about the Big Brother people being hypnotized, I decided to Google what personality type is most easily hypnotized and I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="body" &gt;"Hypnotizability does not appear to show any obvious correlation with any of the usual personality traits or characteristics. Not only is gullibility not directly correlated, but gender, extroversion/introversion, and neurotic tendencies have also been shown not to correlate well with hypnotizability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(phew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="body" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T.X. Barber and his colleague Sheryl Wilson did some interesting research where they apparently identified some loose correlates to hypnotizability, and which appear to enhance an individual's capacity to respond to hypnotic suggestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Called the 'fantasy prone personality,' (FPP) these people do not seem to form a unitary personality type, but represent a diverse group of naturally imaginative and visionary individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Josephine Hilgard and other researchers have also found similar results, that some people have particularly rich inner fantasy lives and cultivate a lifetime of vivid imagery experience corresponding to an openness to unusual experience, extraordinary memory in many cases, capacity for intense concentration, sharp sensory acuity, and unusually strong somatic responses to mental imagery (such as response to placebos)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's right I am smart and shit. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hypnotized, if so what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't ever been hypnotized and you want to call it bullshit, shut up, because you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Binsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6118713945190085310?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6118713945190085310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6118713945190085310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6118713945190085310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6118713945190085310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/watching-big-brother-australia-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/SD9wFo9oP4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sCPeA-0CSJM/s72-c/Charlie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-2808494901599473455</id><published>2008-05-23T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:23:06.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Let thy food be thy           medicine,&lt;br /&gt;         and thy medicine be thy food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hippocrates,  the Father of Modern Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2808494901599473455?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2808494901599473455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2808494901599473455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2808494901599473455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2808494901599473455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-thy-food-be-thy-medicine-and-thy.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-1301167536012445262</id><published>2008-05-18T23:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:06:25.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Charlie woke me up today at 6 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a pee pee emergency  because he NEVER does that (he sleeps in with his mommy)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway I take him downstairs and right before I let  him out he starts barking like CRAZY and I see a raccoon ass going UP to my  balcony.  So we both run upstairs and Charlie is still growling and barking and  it's light out and this raccoon is just staring in at us 1 foot away.  I figured  it had gone mad and was rabid so I closed all the windows and went back to bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1301167536012445262?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1301167536012445262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1301167536012445262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1301167536012445262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1301167536012445262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/charlie-woke-me-up-today-at-6-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-1033974896622828076</id><published>2008-05-13T19:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:07:10.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/SCos-lwgK5I/AAAAAAAAABk/WKa5c7gP56k/s1600-h/pumpkin%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/SCos-lwgK5I/AAAAAAAAABk/WKa5c7gP56k/s400/pumpkin%27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200018173551717266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This morning I went to Tim Hortons and this old man  let me in the door before him and here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: "No you go ahead you were here  first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM: "No no you go, it doesn't make a  difference"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: "Okay thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM: "It's better that I am behind you than you being  behind me because I can look at your butt instead of you looking at  mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: *uncomfortable laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM: "When are the best days of your  life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clearly &lt;/span&gt;out of my mind starting to  CRY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM: "You don't know? It's the time you spend in the  arms of another woman's husband"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: "oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM: "You understand me?  I know you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: "what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM: "Your dad, your dad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: "Um okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM: "Do you understand?  The best time of your life  is when you were in the arm's of another woman's husband.  Your  dad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: "Ohhhhhhh okay" *more uncomfortable  laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM: "Have a good day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I cannot have conversations like this when am mentally  unstable and have only been awake for half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1033974896622828076?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1033974896622828076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1033974896622828076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1033974896622828076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1033974896622828076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-morning-i-went-to-tim-hortons-and.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/SCos-lwgK5I/AAAAAAAAABk/WKa5c7gP56k/s72-c/pumpkin%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-5032007719124330191</id><published>2008-05-13T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:18:09.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;How Second Life Affects Real Life&lt;/h1&gt;                     &lt;div class="byline"&gt; By &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="javascript:window.open('/time/letters/email_letter.html','letter','width=400,height=420,status=no,scrollbars=yes')"&gt;KRISTINA DELL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;!-- Begin Article Main --&gt;              &lt;div id="articleMain"&gt;     &lt;!-- Begin Tout1 --&gt;      &lt;div class="tout1"&gt;      &lt;div class="thumbnail"&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div id="copy"&gt;       &lt;!--sridhar@MT added the following code --&gt;                          &lt;!---end of 10 qns code --&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;!-- End Tout1 --&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;!-- End Article Main --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Article Copy --&gt;                                                     &lt;!-- Begin Article Tools --&gt;         &lt;div id="articleTools"&gt;          &lt;fieldset&gt;              &lt;legend&gt;&lt;/legend&gt;&lt;div class="thumbnail"&gt;             &lt;img src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2008/0805/second_life_0509.jpg" alt="Second Life" title="Second Life" height="235" width="360" /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ad"&gt;           &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var ad = adFactory.getAd(88, 31); ad.setPosition(8) ad.write(); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.doubleclick.net/adj/3475.tim/healthsci;aid=1739601;ch=health%20%26%20science;ptype=content;ctype=article;sz=88x31;path=time;path=health;path=article;dcove=d;pos=8;pgurl=http%3A//www.time.com/time/health/article/0%2C8599%2C1739601%2C00.html%3Fcnn%3Dyes;rhost=www.cnn.com;tile=4;pu=0;ord=484555549231?"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- Template Id = 4881 Template Name = HTML Blank Ad --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/fieldset&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;              &lt;!-- End Article Tools --&gt;                      &lt;!-- Article Body Start --&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; About a year ago in my first visit to &lt;a href="http://secondlife.com/" target="_new"&gt;Second Life&lt;/a&gt;, the popular online virtual world, I spent half an hour trying to make my avatar, or online character, look like a hotter version of myself — which isn't easy when you don't know how to use the tools. When I finally made it onto Money Island to mingle, a stranger approached me and said, "Hello there, Devon." I froze. Then I tried to run. I was desperately searching for the teleport tool when my sister walked into the room, peered over my shoulder at the computer screen and said, "Why'd you make your avatar ugly?" I logged off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- Begin Article Side Bar --&gt;   &lt;!-- End Article Side Bar --&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn't realize how instructive my sister's question was until recently, when I discovered research being done at Stanford University's &lt;a href="http://vhil.stanford.edu/" target="_new"&gt;Virtual Human Interaction Lab (VHIL)&lt;/a&gt;. Jeremy Bailenson, head of the lab and an assistant professor of communication at Stanford, studies the way self-perception affects behavior. No surprise that what we think about ourselves affects the confidence with which we approach the world. What is a surprise is that this applies in the virtual world too. With my plain Jane avatar and my inexperience in Second Life, I did what most people would want to do in an uncomfortable social situation: run away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;What's more, Bailenson's research suggests that the qualities you acquire online — whether it's confidence or insecurity — can spill over and change your conduct in the real world, often without your awareness. Bailenson has found that even 90 seconds spent chatting it up with avatars is enough to elicit behavioral changes offline — at least in the short-term. "When we cloak ourselves in avatars, it subtly alters the manner in which we behave," says Bailenson. "It's about self-perception and self-confidence." But researchers are still trying to figure out the psychological mechanisms at work, and which way the effect flows: "Do you consciously wear your power suit to feel confident, or is it that you're in this suit and you're feeling up, but you're unaware of the reason?" says Bailenson.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bailenson's findings have a lot more real-world meaning than you'd think, if only because so many people are spending a so much time in the unreal world. Some 13 million people have visited Second Life at least once, with about 450,000 residents online in a given week. Even more popular is the online game &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/index.xml" target="_new"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt;, which has 10 million active subscribers who pay to participate. People spend on average about 20 hours a week in alternate worlds like these, and at VHIL, whose high-tech virtual world is entered by way of a $24,000 helmet, Bailenson and his Ph.D. students are trying to figure out how these increasingly common virtual experiences bleed into reality. "I've been doing this for years and people have been laughing at me," says Bailenson. "All of a sudden, I have people calling and asking about what I do."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;In one experiment, published in &lt;i&gt;Human Communication Research&lt;/i&gt; last year, researchers assessed how an avatar's attractiveness affected human behavior, both online and off. Thirty-two volunteers were randomly assigned an attractive or unattractive avatar (attractiveness was rated by undergrads in a survey beforehand) and instructed to look at them in a virtual mirror for 90 seconds. Then they were asked to interact with other avatars, controlled by the experimenters, in a classroom-like setting. Overall, subjects using good-looking avatars tended to display more confidence, friendliness and extraversion, just as in the real world: they approached avatar strangers within three feet, and in conversations tended to disclose more personal details. Ugly duckling avatars, meanwhile, stayed five and a half feet away from strangers and were more tight-lipped.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Lead researcher Nick Yee, a former Stanford graduate student who now works for the nearby Palo Alto Research Center, replicated his study, then appended a second part: an hour after their forays online, the same volunteers were told they were participating in an unrelated study about online romance. They were instructed to pick two potential dates out of nine photos in an online-dating pool. People who had used attractive avatars seemed to hang onto some of the self-assurance that came from being handsome, choosing better-looking dates than those who had homely avatars. "They thought they had a shot," says Bailenson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If feeling pretty builds confidence, what does height do for you? To find out, Yee recruited 50 volunteers, randomly assigned them to short or tall avatars, then instructed them to divide a virtual pool of $100 with another participant — one player would suggest how to split the pot, and the other could accept or reject the offer, with each person getting nothing if offers were rejected. People with tall avatars (three or four inches taller than the stranger avatar) negotiated more aggressively than the short ones, while short avatars were twice as likely as the tall ones to accept an unfair split — $25 versus $75.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Again, the behavior held up in real life. When Yee had the subjects shed their avatars and negotiate face-to-face, sitting down, people who had inhabited tall avatars bargained more aggressively, suggesting unfair splits more often. And participants who had had short avatars accepted less-than-even money more often than the tall ones. How tall the people were themselves became less important, if only temporarily, than the height of their online alter-egos.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Virtual behavior may even affect real-world health. Stanford graduate student Jesse Fox randomly assigned avatars to 75 volunteers and divided them into three groups: one group watched their look-alike avatars run on treadmills for about five and a half minutes; another group saw their virtual counterparts lounge around; and a third watched avatars who did not look like them, but were of the same age and sex, run on treadmills. A day later, Fox found that participants who watched avatars of their own likeness exercising had themselves exercised an hour more in the intervening 24-hour period than people in the other two groups. (It's worth noting that the volunteers were all Stanford undergraduates, who were likely more active and fitter to start than the average adult.) "What I'm hoping to find out by picking apart these mechanisms is what motivates people and why this works," says Fox. "If you are energized by seeing yourself run, maybe you can put an avatar on the bottom of your computer screen for five minutes and it would persuade you to go to the gym."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The possibilities are — virtually — endless. Inhabit buffed-up versions of yourself to lose weight, cuter versions of yourself to gain confidence, or older versions to start putting money away for the future (that last one is being studied at Stanford now). "The most stunning part is how subtle the manipulations are and how difficult they are to detect," says Bailenson, "but how much it affects real life later on."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Of course, the effect could potentially work both ways — for good or for bad. "In a therapy setting, we could use these virtual environments to get people to become more confident," says Yee. "But they can also be used in advertising and as propaganda."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Before I entered Second Life again I upgraded my avatar to much cuter dimensions. This time I found myself conversing with people instead of logging off. I was more outgoing. Next, I'm considering giving my avatar a cottage by the sea and a job doing charitable work. Maybe some of the positive vibes will rub off into my real life. I'll let you know how it works out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5032007719124330191?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5032007719124330191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5032007719124330191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5032007719124330191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5032007719124330191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-second-life-affects-real-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-2319508959388757742</id><published>2008-05-13T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:17:14.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am semi "someone dropped a brick on my head when I was young" and  I couldn't figure out how to change my url so some "real life" people couldn't find me, but Os sorted me all out just like he did my template a loooooong time ago and now I can come back after NINE months and not worry about my work or my exes finding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to link you Os, but I am sure it will all come back to me, blogging is like riding a bike right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you effers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2319508959388757742?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2319508959388757742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2319508959388757742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2319508959388757742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2319508959388757742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-semi-someone-dropped-brick-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-4759142309257212497</id><published>2007-09-05T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:57:56.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;E-whining to somebody I have known since grade 4 about my singleness and this is what he said (typed) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Robin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is nothing I can say to make you believe any differently, but take it from me, I have known you for a very long time...we have been friends....and at times I wished we could be more than just friends.  You are a very beautiful person to me...and always have been....your luck will change...keep smiling and don't give up.  If you ever want to talk or go for a drink you know where to find me.  I am here for you Robin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am thinking of whining a lot more now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He's married to an awesome chick, and they have two beautiful daughters, so if you were thinking I should date him that's not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4759142309257212497?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4759142309257212497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4759142309257212497&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4759142309257212497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4759142309257212497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/whining-to-somebody-i-have-known-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-1913867121961398878</id><published>2007-09-02T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:46:54.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was at my parent's place last night, my brother and his girlfriend came to visit and I was going to go and get Charlie and bring him back for a sleepover party.  I started my car and all of the sudden I smell something REALLY weird, and then it starts spewing out smoke from under the hood so I get out and start yelling "MY CAR IS ON FIRE!" and my brother's girlfriend looks and says "Yeah it is." Then my brother comes out and looks, same reaction.  My dad comes out and doesn't look too concerned (the smoke is now slowing down).  So I say to my dad "Has this ever happened to you?" and my dad says "Everything has happened to me."  So anyway we decide that I should leave it to sit and take my mom's car to go get Charlie.  So I do.  I get back and we all go into the dining room (which overlooks the driveway) to have dinner.  Half way through dinner (it's dark outside at this point) there is a HUGE explosion/flash.  My mom says oh it must be one of the pot lights...and I am like, oh yeah crazy pot lights.  Then my mom says we should make sure to turn them off.  So after dinner I say to my dad "Make sure to turn those lights off"   and he says "It's not a problem."  Then flash forward a few hours and my dad is saying "I don't think that explosion was a pot light I think it was your car, but we didn't want to upset you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove it home today without turning the headlights on (which have not been working and are obviously the reason for the electrical fire and explosion) and I made it home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else to pay for...it never ends does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1913867121961398878?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1913867121961398878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1913867121961398878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1913867121961398878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1913867121961398878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-was-at-my-parents-place-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-1428740997841091833</id><published>2007-08-30T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:49:52.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Schizotypal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A bit odd and socially isolated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You couldn't care less what others think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And some of your beliefs are a little weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like that time you thought you were Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I looked up schizotypal and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"characterized by a need for social isolation, odd behaviour and thinking, and often unconventional beliefs such as being convinced of having extra sensory abilities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay A) I DO have E.S.P. and B) it's called "staying away from people who annoy me" not "social isolation".  GAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/"&gt;What Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I had a dream that Charlie (my dog) ran away and so I went running all over the neighbourhood trying to find him...I went to the park which was FULL of kids and started screaming CANDY!! CANDY!! CANDY!! (which was my dog when I was a kid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming "candy" in a park at a bunch of kids gets you weird looks I realized in my dream.  Then I went to someone's house (that I didn't know) to wait for word on Charlie (Candy). The woman (that I didn't know) asked me to move because she had to change so I moved out of her way and then she says "NO you are standing in front of my leg".  So I look and see that she has a fake leg. She removes that fake leg and puts on her other fake leg that matches what she is wearing.  And that's all I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you glad I shared that with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1428740997841091833?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1428740997841091833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1428740997841091833&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1428740997841091833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1428740997841091833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-i-had-dream-that-charlie-my-dog-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-297653115962525084</id><published>2007-08-28T18:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:01:14.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More working.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More getting id'd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More YouTubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Big Brother obsessing and chatting on the live feeds with my new friends who are just as addicted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of my mother telling me to put vinegar on my faucets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah now you are all caught up with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-297653115962525084?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/297653115962525084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=297653115962525084&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/297653115962525084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/297653115962525084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-349995624401363384</id><published>2007-08-25T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:13:06.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zi8beYR1iBQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zi8beYR1iBQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-349995624401363384?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/349995624401363384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=349995624401363384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/349995624401363384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/349995624401363384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-8556170478925960489</id><published>2007-08-23T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:07:00.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rs4E7RxSV6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LsG2fWd8ehg/s1600-h/charlie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rs4E7RxSV6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LsG2fWd8ehg/s400/charlie3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102020844286269346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went MIA for a while because I started a new job and I got the Big Brother live feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you though, so I thought I would come back.  I mean how long does it take to post a picture of my dog, say a bunch of nothing and visit 50 blogs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that last part can take some time but I will get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8556170478925960489?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8556170478925960489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8556170478925960489&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8556170478925960489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8556170478925960489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rs4E7RxSV6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LsG2fWd8ehg/s72-c/charlie3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-5375935363439224148</id><published>2007-08-23T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:46:17.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rs4AFhxSV5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KEeT1dHB1qk/s1600-h/charlie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rs4AFhxSV5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KEeT1dHB1qk/s400/charlie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102015522821789586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you are going through somebody's photos on Facebook right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at their family and friends and all of their happy happy joy joy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you think to yourself, that guy needs to invest in some Crest white strips, or that girl should really rethink that outfit, or that person should maybe not suck lemons immediately before a photo op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you don't you pussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, neither do I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5375935363439224148?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5375935363439224148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5375935363439224148&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5375935363439224148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5375935363439224148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-you-are-going-through-somebodys.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rs4AFhxSV5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KEeT1dHB1qk/s72-c/charlie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-6894296438023750467</id><published>2007-08-06T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:48:15.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling really sad and sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got i.d.'d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at my i.d. and said "Wow, you've still got it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the lady in the liquor thinks I still got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was she saying I am old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6894296438023750467?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6894296438023750467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6894296438023750467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6894296438023750467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6894296438023750467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-really-sad-and-sorry-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-2199225213883504556</id><published>2007-07-19T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:38:06.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saying that REALLY annoys me number 6 million:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"AT THE END OF THE DAY 'blah blah blah'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; say "AT THE END OF THE DAY" before a sentence you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; probably think it makes you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; sound so thoughtful and contemplative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;** &lt;/span&gt;are still an idiot for using such a stupid expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day some people are trying not to think about the day they just had because it SUCKED, so way to go reminding them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day if I hear one more cliche I am going to go postal on someone's ass fo shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;this is not "you", it's THE OTHERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2199225213883504556?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2199225213883504556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2199225213883504556&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2199225213883504556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2199225213883504556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-saying-that-really-annoys-me-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-4678225690519244030</id><published>2007-07-16T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:17:55.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "I had a HUGE crush on you in high school."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah I had a few beers before I sent this gem out - but I really did have a huge crush on him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob:&lt;/span&gt; "No way. What on earth did you have a crush on? Was it my sense of fashion or the bloodshot eyes? Come on...you're pullin' my leg. Where are you now and forgive me...the name is ringing bells but the animated picture is not really pulling it all together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Ha ha! Yes way! I was friends with Lindsay (that's where I saw your name) and you lived on her street or nearby right? You were older and you talked to us, and you had puppy dog eyes. I'm in Toronto. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that's an internet lie folks, I told him where I actually am) &lt;/span&gt;Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob: &lt;/span&gt;"I still don't believe you...well maybe sorta. The animation is a little daunting - guess I'm one to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook continues to be a really weird place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "I know totally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Can you believe I said "I KNOW TOTALLY" like some kind of valley girl?  It's the Big Brother live feeds rubbing off on me I tell you, they say 'like' every 4 seconds.   At least I didn't do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me cont'd: &lt;/span&gt;"I remember you in your 'Barrie dinner jackets' and Kodiaks. Or that's what my memory is telling me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes this is how old I am, boys wore Kodiaks to school in my day.  Also you can change Barrie for any hickish town nearby where you live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob:&lt;/span&gt; "Dinner jackets - yes I did have a dinner jacket phase for a while didn't I, yup...I did. Had forgotten about those. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then yes, you knew me and you are not just making it up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta love Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4678225690519244030?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4678225690519244030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4678225690519244030&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4678225690519244030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4678225690519244030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-i-had-huge-crush-on-you-in-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-5202045572641665281</id><published>2007-07-11T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:04:12.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I moved my dining room table out of the dining room and moved my computer in so I can watch the live Big Brother feeds and actually accomplish things like cooking, washing dishes and cleaning.  Also it's nice to be out of the basement.  I like my basement it's all finished and it's got a walk out to the backyard cuz I live in a backsplit, but I think it's probably good to get out of the basement for a while.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have a Kildeer family in their front yard, I forgot to take pictures, but anyway if you get too close to the babies (that are now running around on the ground) the mother Kildeer runs AWAY from them making all sorts of noise and then puts her wing up like it's broken to entice you over to her and away from the babies because you are supposed to think she is injured, is this a run on sentence?  Anyway I will get some video and pictures next time I am there. I bet you can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen somebody and you don't really know if you even know them but you hate them?  Like maybe they were rude to you once and it wasn't so bad so you forgot kinda but when you see them you think I hate you and I have no idea why?  Yeah I do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5202045572641665281?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5202045572641665281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5202045572641665281&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5202045572641665281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5202045572641665281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-moved-my-dining-room-table-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-3908166631565032388</id><published>2007-07-09T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:15:20.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear fuckfaces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your selfish behaviour has been noted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck beyond sucking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't walk across the street to help you out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that's a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me mad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have no fear, I will get tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will have one less person you can rely on when you really need it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Justin Timberlake says "What goes around comes back around".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know he didn't say it first, but he says it the cutest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-3908166631565032388?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3908166631565032388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=3908166631565032388&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3908166631565032388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3908166631565032388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-fuckfaces-your-selfish-behaviour.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-381786378122780641</id><published>2007-07-09T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:54:20.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my employer has blocked Facebook which I don't really get 'cause if you have ever read the book The Tipping Point you will know that friends are very important business wise.  They've never blocked Blogger which is silly, silly.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been said a million times but people that say "to be perfectly honest" or "in all honesty" are obviously liars.  I mean I don't have to warn people every time I am going to say something honest because it usually is.  Or bitchy.  Same deal.  Actually I keep my bitchy hidden in real life and asplode it into my blog for therapy.  Mostly. &lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to meet my first friend from YouTube today.  It should be quite excellent.  If you had told me a few years ago that I would be meeting people from the internet I wouldn't have believed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-381786378122780641?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/381786378122780641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=381786378122780641&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/381786378122780641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/381786378122780641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-my-employer-has-blocked-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-4728966720892367562</id><published>2007-07-07T17:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:31:51.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what made my day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 17 year old saying "Have a good one Miss!" at the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what makes old people happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4728966720892367562?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4728966720892367562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4728966720892367562&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4728966720892367562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4728966720892367562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-what-made-my-day-17-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-4706841637234789734</id><published>2007-07-05T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:09:52.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This new "Mozilla Firefox tells me how to spell" is REALLY bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all American spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had NO idea how many words we spell differently until I got this little feature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will always be favour and humour and licence and zed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it yanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yanks doesn't get underlined, that's a REAL word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, it is, like she yanks their chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while we are at it, Thanksgiving is in October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4706841637234789734?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4706841637234789734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4706841637234789734&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4706841637234789734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4706841637234789734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-new-mozilla-firefox-tells-me-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-2492263176788597899</id><published>2007-07-05T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:41:21.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Ro2BX94oqDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vtPZci3xwmU/s1600-h/evil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Ro2BX94oqDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vtPZci3xwmU/s400/evil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083861803120240690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's Big Brother tonight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing says "I stay in my basement and don't have sex in the summer for a whole 3 months" like Big Brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman asked to use my cell phone today while we were standing in a MALL.   I don't know, maybe it's just me but that's weird.  And it's not like I even had my cell phone out, she just asked if I had a phone so she could call her husband, no emergency, just wanted to call her husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2492263176788597899?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2492263176788597899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2492263176788597899&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2492263176788597899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2492263176788597899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/alright-its-big-brother-tonight-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Ro2BX94oqDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vtPZci3xwmU/s72-c/evil2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-2008908494513707178</id><published>2007-06-28T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:18:52.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hair is actually okay today. I didn't get it styled or dried after it was cut yesterday and it was 5000 degrees out so it curled and poofed and I don't even have curly hair. So anyway today is much better. A girl I work with said my hair looked so good (she asked me if I coloured it, so the cut can't be too dramatic - just to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this thing on CNN dot com where they show you 4 videos of people in complete darkness walking and the only thing you can see is some lights that are attached all the way up their bodies. You have to figure out if it's a man or woman and if they are gay or straight. The researchers believe we can tell just by the way someone carries themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got FOUR OUT OF FOUR RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try it, it's under health on the CNN website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers say this is further proof that gay is a gene, not a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your proof right here researchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I would actually choose to like males if I sat down and really thought about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2008908494513707178?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2008908494513707178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2008908494513707178&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2008908494513707178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2008908494513707178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-hair-is-actually-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-6377334112393169906</id><published>2007-06-27T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:38:59.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who goes to Magicuts and says "Do whatever you think, you're the expert"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6377334112393169906?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6377334112393169906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6377334112393169906&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6377334112393169906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6377334112393169906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-goes-to-magicuts-and-says-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-6887435514998004407</id><published>2007-06-22T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:39:40.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/nc-17.jpg" alt="What's My Blog Rated? From Mingle2 - Online Dating" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This might have something to do with my language.&lt;/p&gt;Stolen from Leesa who is Rated G.   Sweet little Leesa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6887435514998004407?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6887435514998004407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6887435514998004407&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6887435514998004407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6887435514998004407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-might-have-something-to-do-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2937382143929798121?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2937382143929798121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2937382143929798121&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2937382143929798121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2937382143929798121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-little-project-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-4883254825882799454</id><published>2007-06-19T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:05:19.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People that put re: in the subject line of an email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't send you anything so the email you are sending me FIRST is not re:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just a SUBJECT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You create the subject and if I email back it is then RE: YOUR SUBJECT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4883254825882799454?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4883254825882799454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4883254825882799454&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4883254825882799454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4883254825882799454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-that-put-re-in-subject-line-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-2542412170542482491</id><published>2007-06-18T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:05:28.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Continued rant from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those chicks that say "Girls/women just don't like me" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well it's not because you are hot (which I am SURE is what you think) it's because you are a bitch, so try getting over yourself and make some female friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2542412170542482491?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2542412170542482491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2542412170542482491&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2542412170542482491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2542412170542482491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/continued-rant-from-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-222657787171334480</id><published>2007-06-18T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:23:05.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the oldest guy in the world is chalking his longevity up to not drinking.  114 years of not drinking?  Sounds like he already died and went to hell but nobody told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to drink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those fucking imbeciles that brake 3 minutes before they signal.  What is the point in signaling AFTER you have already come to a complete stop????   Maybe "Mr. I'm 114" doesn't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with insurance companies.  Do you guys just laugh and laugh to yourselves when you're mailing a claim back to somebody for the fifth time because you need more information?  Do you have contests to see how many times you can send it back with NO MONEY before somebody shows up at your office with a bat?  Do you not have phones?  Cause I do and you could call me if you need to know something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations, get togethers, money pooling for gifts for people who have NEVER and will NEVER celebrate me.  Fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These new television shows where people are just NASTY and RUDE to the contestants or participants.  When the hell did we decide that it was entertaining to watch some jerk ridicule people to the point of making them cry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT FUNNY.  STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that subject how come every panel of "experts" is a 1 female to 2 male ratio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts.  Pffffffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-222657787171334480?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/222657787171334480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=222657787171334480&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/222657787171334480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/222657787171334480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-oldest-guy-in-world-is-chalking-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-9143916933888842890</id><published>2007-06-15T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:59:58.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/RnMi4jO3rMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uFGuxOT7BWE/s1600-h/nice+package.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/RnMi4jO3rMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uFGuxOT7BWE/s400/nice+package.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076439559902309570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow I doubt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice package on a licence* plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;equals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy** who is too lame to find somebody to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymi we should start a tooliest licence plates contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you click on the pic you can see where this tool hails from, or at least where he buys his cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yes that's how we spell it here in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**yes I saw him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-9143916933888842890?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9143916933888842890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=9143916933888842890&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/9143916933888842890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/9143916933888842890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/somehow-i-doubt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/RnMi4jO3rMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uFGuxOT7BWE/s72-c/nice+package.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-4952772162584695259</id><published>2007-06-03T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:24:16.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rm85JTO3rLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2g0iTHbeCQo/s1600-h/0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rm85JTO3rLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2g0iTHbeCQo/s400/0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075338137014086834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/RmSs1zO3rKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_crJjGn9hBc/s1600-h/Game+3.+June+2nd,+2007+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/RmSs1zO3rKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_crJjGn9hBc/s400/Game+3.+June+2nd,+2007+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072369120611642530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my brother who is a HUGE Ottawa Senators fan and his lovely girlfriend went to game 3 of The Stanley Cup on Saturday night.  And Ottawa won 5-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ended up in the same section as the Prime Minister of Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna kill me for posting his picture on the internet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SENS GO!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4952772162584695259?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4952772162584695259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4952772162584695259&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4952772162584695259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4952772162584695259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-my-brother-who-is-huge-ottawa.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/Rm85JTO3rLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2g0iTHbeCQo/s72-c/0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-6158417638858631202</id><published>2007-05-27T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T02:05:36.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life lessons from me to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy a $300.00 washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat nachos with cheese in your car.&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume that the asshole who has his indicator on is actually going to turn.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you have cheese sauce with the lid off in your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in other news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to buy some food.  I saw a rather unhappy looking guy.  I walked past him.  He turned around and said "SEE YA WHORE, SLUT, BITCH."  I thought how weird.  Then I saw a girl that worked there and she looked VERY uncomfortable.  So I realized I was not who he was referring to as the whore, slut, bitch. Then I saw him PUNCH this guy behind the deli counter.  Then I saw him throw something at the deli boy.  Then a REALLY HUGE guy (like 6'5") that must have worked there came up and told the psycho to leave.  Then the girl that looked uncomfortable started crying.  Then I did my shopping.  Then when I was leaving there were two cop cars and an ambulance outside.  My jeebus.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6158417638858631202?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6158417638858631202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6158417638858631202&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6158417638858631202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6158417638858631202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-lessons-from-me-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-2696009230288815309</id><published>2007-05-22T21:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:47:39.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 440px; height: 418px;" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com/images/1110236356Silent_Contemplation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: 468px; height: 277px;" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;One Intellectual Individual&lt;/b&gt;. You're a thinker.  You see things from a very different perspective than the rest of the world, and probably find release and self-expression in music, painting, sculpting, or any other form of art.  People see you as a deep person, full of knowledge that they don't understand.  People are attracted to that, but there's a good chance you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;One Intellectual Individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;New Age Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Original Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Earth-Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Not a Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Pothead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=9998"&gt;What type of hippie are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay is that picture not GORGEOUS??? Does anybody know who the artist is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I care about sharing my smartelligence results or I wouldn't post it on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2696009230288815309?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2696009230288815309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2696009230288815309&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2696009230288815309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2696009230288815309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-3317726338571595085</id><published>2007-05-18T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:29:28.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today when I was driving to work a guy in a car beside me was blowing me kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice way to start the day I'd say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all in how you look at it and how desperate you are for affection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-3317726338571595085?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3317726338571595085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=3317726338571595085&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3317726338571595085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/3317726338571595085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-when-i-was-driving-to-work-guy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8620763031013269099</id><published>2007-05-17T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:21:02.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"NEW YEAR JACKPOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir/Madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish to inform you of the New Year direct selectlotto international promo under the auspice of Luckyday/Lotto Nl that your Email Address has won an Award sum of eight hundred thousand euros. Do contact the Agent/representative below for your Claim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's right bitches I won.  Don't bother contacting me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8620763031013269099?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8620763031013269099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8620763031013269099&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8620763031013269099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8620763031013269099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-year-jackpot.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-7309938382881214665</id><published>2007-05-15T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T12:53:37.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.buzznet.com/assets/bnflvplayer2.swf?file=http%3A%2F%2Fbuzznet-81.vo.llnwd.net%2Fassets%2Fvideox%2F3%2F2%2F8%2F6%2F3%2F1%2Forig-328631.flv%3F1179240173&amp;clip=http%3A%2F%2Fbuzznet-99.vo.llnwd.net%2Fassets%2Fvideox%2F3%2F2%2F8%2F6%2F3%2F1%2Fthumb-328631.jpg%3F1179240173%3F1179240173&amp;autoStart=false&amp;c=6413cbb53f8540243e6ba744e7e70521&amp;site=bn&amp;tag=0" width="470" height="352" quality="best" scale="noScale" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" id="vembedobj"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-7309938382881214665?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7309938382881214665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=7309938382881214665&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7309938382881214665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7309938382881214665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8586447257253133429</id><published>2007-05-11T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:09:18.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are lawnmowers so LOUD?  I mean seriously, can't we as a species come up with a way to cut a lawn that doesn't cause deafness?  Also the trucks that beep when they back up???? GRRRRRRRRRR.   WE CAN HEAR THE TRUCK WITH THE HUGE ENGINE COMING TOWARDS US CAN'T WE???  Who are the beeps for??? Not deaf people.  Not little kids because little kids would have no idea what the beeps meant and would be more likely to SEE the truck backing up towards them and move.  And where the hell are their parents anyway????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha speaking of kids...I was walking in to a store yesterday, okay the liquor store, why must you always judge me??????  Anyway, this dude and his son were coming from the other direction and we all made it to the door at the same time.  The kid walked in, then the dad and I looked at eachother and he said "After you."  like the sweet gentlemanly type men that live in this area of the country always do (do they do it where you live? - It's AWESOME huh?) Anyway, I say "thank you", smile and walk in.  The kid who was ahead of me hangs back at this point to wait for his dad, and as I walk away in a voice that was soft enough that he wasn't trying to let me hear the dad says to his son "Where was the little gentleman?"  ISN'T THAT PRECIOUS???  THEY ARE RAISING A WHOLE NEW GENERATION OF THESE DUDES.  YAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Life isn't all bad, except for the LOUD NOISES THAT OFFEND MY EARS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8586447257253133429?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8586447257253133429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8586447257253133429&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8586447257253133429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8586447257253133429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-are-lawnmowers-so-loud-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-4076204511851978772</id><published>2007-05-03T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:02:38.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something is wrong with my gum, where I had my tooth extracted, but two days ago when I went for my post-op check-up it was fine.  Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a couple of OLD friends tonight.  We are going to get together.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't answer the phone, that makes me sad.  I hope when you need to talk somebody answers.  Actually, my hurt makes me want you to feel the same thing I do, so I hope nobody is there to talk to you when you are lonely or scared, then you will know what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I think that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4076204511851978772?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4076204511851978772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4076204511851978772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4076204511851978772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4076204511851978772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-is-wrong-with-my-gum-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-2279018062595607711</id><published>2007-04-25T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:32:44.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a tooth extracted. Tooth number 26.  And then they drilled into my sinus cavity.  Good times.  But now I can go out and not be afraid to speak in someone's direction.  The sound and feeling of a tooth coming out of your mouth is not the same as you remember as a little kid.  It's louder, and much, much grosser.  I can't even explain it.  It's like a bad nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then last night I woke up and I was NOT breathing...I jumped up and started running around the room gasping for air like a goldfish out of water.  Or I guess any kind of fish out of water.  It was INSANE.  I couldn't turn the lights out again afterwards because I was worried I would fall asleep and it would happen again.  I think because the doctor told me to sleep with two pillows I inhaled spit while sleeping, you know when something goes down the wrong way?  Yeah I think that happened while I was sleeping and then I woke up right at the gasping for air moment.  SO freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I fell back asleep eventually with the lights on like a little baby.  Got up in the morning, all was well, or so I thought.  Went to Tim Horton's to get a coffee before going to work and there were customers at both cashes so I waited in line.  When one of the customers had finished and proceeded on with their coffee the cashier did not look at me or say "next", so for a 30 second period before the other cashier looked at me and said "What can I get you?"  I thought I was actually dead from the not breathing incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I spilled bleach all over my pants and my kitchen mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Universe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am due for some good loving and boating karma now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for your viewing pleasure (okay mostly mine) stolen from Momtheminx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/RjAc-FKwU_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oKfEqQ7RitI/s1600-h/%21cid_000e01c785ad%242c9ab000%2429e68d18%40oem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/RjAc-FKwU_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oKfEqQ7RitI/s400/%21cid_000e01c785ad%242c9ab000%2429e68d18%40oem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057574234401821682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2279018062595607711?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2279018062595607711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2279018062595607711&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2279018062595607711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2279018062595607711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/had-tooth-extracted.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7-isBFLuAY/RjAc-FKwU_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oKfEqQ7RitI/s72-c/%21cid_000e01c785ad%242c9ab000%2429e68d18%40oem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8325588256854972482</id><published>2007-04-24T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:37:59.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memphis Steve said this about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robin Alexa of A.K.A. Binsk - She's so easy going, and so artistic, you can't help but get caught up in whatever she's doing. She can throw on a pink wig and sing to a CD while videotaping it and you'll find yourself watching it over and over. She's the best friend you wish you could get back in touch with, the girl you tried to date but never had the nerve to ask out, the neighbor you had a crush on, and the quiet girl you had a class with who went on to appear in Playboy and shock everyone. Her writing is just whatever is on her mind, and if it only needs one sentence to say, then one sentence is all you'll get. Other times it's a paragraph about life or a book she loves or her dog. Whatever she has to say, every word is hypnotic. And did I mention how beautiful she is? Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How cute is that?  If he was single and Canadian, I'd do him. :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8325588256854972482?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8325588256854972482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8325588256854972482&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8325588256854972482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8325588256854972482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/memphis-steve-said-this-about-me-robin.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-1398470813879155672</id><published>2007-04-18T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:48:52.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A,&lt;/span&gt; you know that commercial where the blondes and the brunettes dis eachother?  It makes me want to find the fucker that wrote that and tear their hair out piece by piece. What the fuck kind of garbage is that?  For anyone who is confused, i.e. people that don't leave their basements, women don't generally judge eachother by the colour of their hair regardless of what some pathetic people in advertising attempt to make us believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B,&lt;/span&gt; the media asking whether South Koreans are concerned about a backlash from what a mentally ill person did is like asking redheads if they are worried about the way the Chuckie doll made them look.  FUCK OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1398470813879155672?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1398470813879155672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1398470813879155672&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1398470813879155672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1398470813879155672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-you-know-that-commercial-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8951938322383578828</id><published>2007-04-10T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:29:35.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gimme an - L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme an - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme an - R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme an - R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a  - Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8951938322383578828?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8951938322383578828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8951938322383578828&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8951938322383578828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8951938322383578828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/gimme-l-gimme-a-gimme-r-gimme-r-gimme-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-5523207324365776640</id><published>2007-04-09T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:16:30.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vimy Ridge 90th anniversary</title><content type='html'>It is said that upon learning of the victory at Vimy Ridge, a soldier from France exclaimed, "C'est impossible!.", and upon learning it was the Canadians who had won it, replied "Ah! les Canadiens! C'est possible!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote makes me want to cry and do karate kicks all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5523207324365776640?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5523207324365776640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5523207324365776640&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5523207324365776640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5523207324365776640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/vimy-ridge-90th-anniversary.html' title='Vimy Ridge 90th anniversary'/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-1977592088807107771</id><published>2007-04-04T12:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:10:45.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooh...I like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost."  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martha Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1977592088807107771?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1977592088807107771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1977592088807107771&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1977592088807107771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1977592088807107771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/ooooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-483493457801987504</id><published>2007-04-03T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:24:45.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Lotus Elise.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/elise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You believe in maximum performance and minimum baggage.  You like to travel light and fast, hit the corners hard, and dance like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-483493457801987504?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/483493457801987504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=483493457801987504&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/483493457801987504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/483493457801987504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-lotus-elise.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-7497869461886393462</id><published>2007-04-02T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:37:40.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/filmslate-Binsk-The+Little+Engine+that+Could-Spike+Jonze.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy.com!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will the movie of your life be called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=68"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-7497869461886393462?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7497869461886393462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=7497869461886393462&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7497869461886393462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/7497869461886393462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/take-this-quiz-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-6083755017170495514</id><published>2007-03-28T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:28:45.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Facebook is like so much fun and stuff.  It makes MySpace look crappy(if it was even possible for MySpace to look crappier). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube is still full of people crying and fighting and whining and being silly - I can't get enough really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see the reason I haven't been blogging is because I don't really have time to be obsessed over so many different things and do my job and other things that I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you.  Well...not you, but the rest of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-6083755017170495514?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6083755017170495514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=6083755017170495514&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6083755017170495514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/6083755017170495514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/facebook-is-like-so-much-fun-and-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-2048920966983960014</id><published>2007-03-14T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:29:28.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's new with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had the worst bout of pms this last month, I have been pretty good lately but this last one almost killed me.  The best part was when I went to the dentist and he was about to fix my broken filling and I started crying and said I had to come back.  This was the first time I had been to that particular dentist, which could have added to my nervousness, but also I'm sure made such a great impression.  I have NEVER done that before.  I have always been able to sit through a dentist appointment like a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of.  This letter is good if you haven't seen it yet.  It sounds a little like me.  I wanna find this girl and be her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MR. JAMES THATCHER,&lt;br /&gt;BRAND MANAGER,&lt;br /&gt;PROCTER &amp; GAMBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Thatcher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years,&lt;br /&gt;and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard&lt;br /&gt;Core(tm) or Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback&lt;br /&gt;riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up&lt;br /&gt;and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has&lt;br /&gt;to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company&lt;br /&gt;smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be&lt;br /&gt;aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month&lt;br /&gt;knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from&lt;br /&gt;"the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is&lt;br /&gt;starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces&lt;br /&gt;violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my&lt;br /&gt;body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to&lt;br /&gt;call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body&lt;br /&gt;amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen&lt;br /&gt;quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers'&lt;br /&gt;monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the&lt;br /&gt;bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood&lt;br /&gt;swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize&lt;br /&gt;it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles&lt;br /&gt;into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you&lt;br /&gt;of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal&lt;br /&gt;maniacs in capri pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the reason for my letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi&lt;br /&gt;pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words:&lt;br /&gt;"Have a Happy Period."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fucking kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really&lt;br /&gt;think happiness-actual smiling, laughing happiness-is possible during a&lt;br /&gt;menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit&lt;br /&gt;pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of&lt;br /&gt;sick S&amp;amp;M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day&lt;br /&gt;in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock&lt;br /&gt;yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local&lt;br /&gt;Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your&lt;br /&gt;life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out,&lt;br /&gt;man. If you just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have to &lt;/span&gt;slap a moronic message on a maxi pad,&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent,&lt;br /&gt;like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you&lt;br /&gt;just picking on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective&lt;br /&gt;immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have&lt;br /&gt;chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will&lt;br /&gt;certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your&lt;br /&gt;brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2048920966983960014?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2048920966983960014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2048920966983960014&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2048920966983960014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2048920966983960014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-new-with-me-well-i-had-worst-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-5074350707915663832</id><published>2007-03-08T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:23:29.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't read Jann Arden's journal on her website when you are feeling hormonal or you will end up a big blubbering mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that chick so much.  She is wiser than Buddha.  Okay maybe not Buddha, but she's pretty fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wise words make me weepy.  &lt;----(repeat that 5 times fast without screwing up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5074350707915663832?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5074350707915663832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5074350707915663832&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5074350707915663832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5074350707915663832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-read-jann-ardens-journal-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8455175356791871454</id><published>2007-03-05T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:41:15.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember when I told you about a book called The Secret WAY before Oprah did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well it's become SO huge it has overtaken the newest Harry Potter book on the bestseller list.  Problem is, when something gets this big a whole bunch of people try and attack it which is exactly what is happening.  I'm telling you this book (or DVD) is worth taking a look at if you haven't yet...don't listen to the naysayers that are stressed out that they could never write a book that would sell this well.  Fucking naysayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8455175356791871454?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8455175356791871454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8455175356791871454&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8455175356791871454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8455175356791871454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/remember-when-i-told-you-about-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-178141722860382046</id><published>2007-03-04T00:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:02:52.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah I did it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-178141722860382046?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/178141722860382046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=178141722860382046&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/178141722860382046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/178141722860382046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-i-did-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-5992687377832878932</id><published>2007-03-02T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:10:15.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes people fuck with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how sometimes (or maybe most of the time) you know they are fucking with you? (depending of course on how much you pay attention, or how much you CARE that they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how usually your first reaction is to get angry, or hurt, when you figure out that they are purposely trying to fuck with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck with them back. But not in a way that they will be able to figure out that you knew they were fucking with you first.   In a very subtle '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they don't know where it's coming from and they can't figure out what is up&lt;/span&gt;'   kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves them right, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Am I the last one over the age of 14 that didn't know this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5992687377832878932?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5992687377832878932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5992687377832878932&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5992687377832878932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5992687377832878932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-how-sometimes-people-fuck-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8605700729668382623</id><published>2007-02-25T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:43:39.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Oscar thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Jr. is getting hotter and hotter.  I didn't even know he was hot until tonight and now he's like magma hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen is still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney is still delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Jada Pinka Smith's son is adorable.  I didn't see that movie so I have never seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy more pretty dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus ends my completely superficial review of the Academy Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8605700729668382623?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8605700729668382623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8605700729668382623&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8605700729668382623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8605700729668382623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-oscar-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-4376457267367297076</id><published>2007-02-15T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:49:40.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have developed Blog ADD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visit, but if the post is over a sentence or two I can't stay focused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need a break or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I mean it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-4376457267367297076?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4376457267367297076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=4376457267367297076&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4376457267367297076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/4376457267367297076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-i-have-developed-blog-add.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-1895466924937757542</id><published>2007-02-13T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:31:47.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my gas box, or whatever you call the thing that brings gas in to your house was COVERED, I mean COVERED in ice. And I didn't know this.  So I drive in to my driveway and a nice man all dressed in orange coveralls carrying a Tim Horton's coffee jumps out of his truck as I am walking in to my house and says "Hi there,  the meter reader called and told us that your gas meter is encased in ice, I haven't looked at it yet but maybe you could get your husband to build a little shelf over it so it doesn't happen again."  So I say  "Oh okay thank you."  And then before he comes around to the back (he's still parked out front in his truck finishing his coffee) I run out back to look.  The thing is not encased in ice, it is A CHESTERFIELD OF ICE, or SOFA OF ICE or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my point is that I think it's funny when men come up with little projects, like building a gas meter shelter, for other men that they don't know.  Especially when these little projects are for imaginary men like my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to thank my awesome internet friend for the Valentine's Day card I received today in the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my imaginary husband isn't even jealous because he is very secure in our relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-1895466924937757542?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1895466924937757542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=1895466924937757542&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1895466924937757542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/1895466924937757542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-my-gas-box-or-whatever-you-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8564003764868447903</id><published>2007-02-12T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:24:15.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So somebody named Catnip wrote &lt;a href="http://socialinteraction.ca/bloggingchange/?p=739" target="_blank"&gt;this really nice tribute to smart female Canadian bloggers&lt;/a&gt; and I got mentioned as a smart blogger.  Well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just kidding I don't brag about my brilliantosity too much, except for in emails to Sassy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I got mentioned in the same sentence as Raymi, which is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They referred to Raymi as edgy and me as YOUNG.  (Well actually they said that my YOUTH and Raymi's edginess DEFY stereotypes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my youth defies stereotypes because I have pretty much run out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea how to spell edgy.  Is that right?  It doesn't look right.  I could look it up, but you know I'm young and can't be bothered.  I've gotta go talk on the phone or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8564003764868447903?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8564003764868447903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8564003764868447903&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8564003764868447903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8564003764868447903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-somebody-named-catnip-wrote-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-8292736054630231184</id><published>2007-02-12T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T11:17:03.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that invite only feature could be fun.  There are a lot of people that I don't want invited to my  net party anymore.  Not you guys, you guys are aces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-8292736054630231184?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8292736054630231184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=8292736054630231184&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8292736054630231184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/8292736054630231184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-that-invite-only-feature-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-5914043636620690009</id><published>2007-02-11T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:03:53.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://robinalexa.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-day-so-far.html" target="_blank"&gt;Two years ago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah things are much better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-5914043636620690009?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5914043636620690009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=5914043636620690009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5914043636620690009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/5914043636620690009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-years-ago-yeah-things-are-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-2585143430167759854</id><published>2007-02-11T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:45:30.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know we are all over Anna Nicole's passing by now.  It's been three days for crying out loud, and we didn't even know her personally, and there is an upcoming President to talk about. Yawn. Anyway I'm not over it.  I just left this comment on Rilah's blog.  She posted that she was disappointed by all of the people that made fun of Anna Nicole.  Me too. And not just after she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am quite broken up about it and said so on my blog. I think it has something to do with jealousy and insecurity on the part of the people who attacked her. If these people you speak of didn't have have their own insecurities overwhelming their judgement (and their mouths) they would see her as a whole person, who had her share of problems but also brought a lot of good to the world. I think it takes a bigger, more intelligent person to see her decline as just plain sad. She had a lot to live for, a tiny baby for starters. She was beautiful no matter her size and she did things her own way. It's very unfortunate that the people around her didn't do more to straighten her out. I only hope that if I got that messed up the people that care about me would help me. I am sincerely saddened by her death. It's a waste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I called Rilah and myself bigger and more intelligent than the people that mocked her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that fucking jerk Zsa Zsa's husband who said some shit about how the baby could have been fathered by up to thirty different men.  Why the hell would we listen to you?  You are telling us that you cheated on your wife and you are making extremely derogatory statements about somebody who can no longer defend themselves.  Why the fuck didn't you make this claim when she was alive?  Oh because you are a LIAR.  Fuck if somebody tried to slander me like that after I died I'd fucking knock a tree over on their fat ugly old noggin.  And I'm sure it'll be extra specially nice for that little girl to read your slanderous quotes when she gets older.  Way to go fuck face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dye my hair really blonde, so this is my tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I just read that her daughter is in the Bahamas.  She's five months old and her mother left her there and went to Florida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fucked up on drugs or not I wouldn't even leave my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dog &lt;/span&gt;alone in another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country of his birth or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby was born in the Bahamas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay really, I'm done now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-2585143430167759854?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2585143430167759854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=2585143430167759854&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2585143430167759854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/2585143430167759854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-we-are-all-over-anna-nicoles.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117108722429304716</id><published>2007-02-10T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:25:37.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OH, SNAPSKIES, RENETTO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/b6pF6NaKxmY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/b6pF6NaKxmY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is funny, and I am just hoping he tossed that poor cat on a bed or a pillow beside him otherwise he loses funny points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big "controversy" over in YouTube land. That diet coke and mentos fool shot to fame because he was a moron and now everybody knows about him and he is saying really stupid things and they are all shocked.  Like somehow if you become famous your brain regenerates or generates, whatever the case may be.  &lt;br /&gt;My favourite quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I'm not sure what colour he is, I think he's Canadian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the controversy for yourself go to Renetto's video "Where are all the black people?"  He is such a mope.  And EVERYBODY of EVERY colour is telling him so.  Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117108722429304716?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117108722429304716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117108722429304716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117108722429304716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117108722429304716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-snapskies-renetto.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117097214812144880</id><published>2007-02-08T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:13:59.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am going to dye my hair really blonde in honour of Anna Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly bummed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117097214812144880?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117097214812144880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117097214812144880&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117097214812144880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117097214812144880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomorrow-i-am-going-to-dye-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117090274187359835</id><published>2007-02-07T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:45:42.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is there anyone else out there on blogger that has not been made to switch to beta or is it just meeeeeeeeeeee?????  It's starting to scare me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I have been thinking of running away from this blog for a while now. But I just can't yet.  Maybe it's because of all of the totally awesome people I wouldn't know if it weren't for this little space right here.  So I will stay for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117090274187359835?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117090274187359835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117090274187359835&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117090274187359835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117090274187359835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-there-anyone-else-out-there-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117077736280962215</id><published>2007-02-06T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:56:02.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kathryn wins for best comment of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i like you and think you are pretty."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117077736280962215?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117077736280962215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117077736280962215&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117077736280962215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117077736280962215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/kathryn-wins-for-best-comment-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117073671940360767</id><published>2007-02-05T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:38:39.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tkkerouac, also known as Raymi's mom, or Jack Kerouac's niece (or something like that) left me a question and since I am at a total loss for what to say on here lately I thought I would try and answer the question even though I don't quite understand it.    Makes it more fun that way I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm just visiting wondering what your all about, can you tell me more about your self help discovery?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp, my dog Charlie, my family and friends, finding a new boyfriend that makes me laugh a lot, having at least one kid, vitamins, natural remedies, photography, beer, being happy, crossword puzzles, change, reality television, blogging, YouTube, seafood, euchre, singing, plants, road trips, Indian and Thai food, Muskoka, buddhas, spirituality, candles, Big Brother and Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who put on airs, watching the news, predictablity and routine, politics and the boring pointless discussions that come from talking about politics, women who speak in annoying "I am so sexy" voices on the radio, any morning radio show except for Howard Stern, football, guys that are really into sports (except hockey, that's okay), turnip, freezing fucking cold weather and snow, people who break promises or plans over and over, religion, insensitivity or wood panelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my self help discovery...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read many, many self help books.  Is that what you mean?  The latest one I read is The Secret and it's my very favourite because basically all you have to do is believe that good things will happen to you and they will.   Oh and you  should make a board with pictures of all of the things you want and really visualize having them.  I haven't done that yet.  I blame the cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117073671940360767?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117073671940360767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117073671940360767&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117073671940360767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117073671940360767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/tkkerouac-also-known-as-raymis-mom-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117072765603876820</id><published>2007-02-05T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:50:47.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SURELY you will be posting SOMETHING in your blog about the Superbowl half-time show…tell me you saw Prince perform in what can only be the best half-time show I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, he did "Purple Rain" in the rain! And the stage was lit up all purple!  And someone here is trying to tell me that he wasn't really playing the guitar, just because it was electric and everything was wet and all. RIGHT! I told him to shut it. (In my head, I mean.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from my buddy that I have known since we were 12 or 13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to watch Purple Rain over and over again.  And Flashdance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117072765603876820?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117072765603876820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117072765603876820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117072765603876820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117072765603876820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/surely-you-will-be-posting-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117056780392850206</id><published>2007-02-04T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:51:17.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" flashvars="id=1665278&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D71c92dbc72961141107485aefb55d000.1665278%26cache%3D1&amp;amp;imUrl=http%253A%252F%252Fvideo.yahoo.com%252Fvideo%252Fplay%253F%2526ei%253DUTF-8%2526vid%253D71c92dbc72961141107485aefb55d000.1665278%2526cache%253D1&amp;imTitle=breakfast%2Bclub%2Bremix%2Bblack%2Beyed%2Bpeas&amp;amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;creatorValue=am9uYXRoYW5zaGFuZWdyZWNo&amp;amp;vid=71c92dbc72961141107485aefb55d000.1665278" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear chater,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am old and this makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judd Nelson.  La sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117056780392850206?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117056780392850206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117056780392850206&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117056780392850206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117056780392850206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-chater-i-am-old-and-this-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117053264000932893</id><published>2007-02-03T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:57:20.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 3 year old Goddaughter said to my friend the other day "Mommy I want a new Fairy Godmother because I never see mine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops...I better go visit soon, and bring bribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I have to find my wand and my tiara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117053264000932893?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117053264000932893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117053264000932893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117053264000932893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117053264000932893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-3-year-old-goddaughter-said-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-117053012073288307</id><published>2007-02-03T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:15:22.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Spiders On Drugs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/sHzdsFiBbFc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/sHzdsFiBbFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saw this on Fil's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117053012073288307?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117053012073288307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117053012073288307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117053012073288307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117053012073288307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/spiders-on-drugs-saw-this-on-fils-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-117047372054449810</id><published>2007-02-02T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:37:15.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Robin, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Mexico City recently I had a dream about&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I were at a house party and Josh Duhamel (or&lt;br /&gt;however you spell his last name, guy from that show&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas) was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hitting on you and I asked him if he was dating&lt;br /&gt;Fergie from Black Eyed Peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was evasive.  He really liked you though and then&lt;br /&gt;admitted that he was dating Fergie but since she is in&lt;br /&gt;show biz she is cool with his dating other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Hmmmmm...it sounded good until that part about Fergie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117047372054449810?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117047372054449810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117047372054449810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117047372054449810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117047372054449810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-robin-how-are-you-when-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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-7997359.post-117037640528021604</id><published>2007-02-01T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:41:25.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is having an awesome birthday.  Thanks for all of your nice birthday wishes.  He got an email today from Dogster (his webpage) and TWENTY FIVE BONES!!!!  Okay they are cyber imaginary bones, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; it's the thought that counts.  AND he had half a raw steak (the REAL kind).  I have learned that feeding dogs raw meat is very good for them, even though it sounds totally stupid in our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"dog food culture"&lt;/span&gt;.   Actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"dog food culture" &lt;/span&gt;can be used to described most of the food we eat too.   AND I just coined that phrase two seconds ago so I want props if it goes big, even posthumously, even though I plan on living to 106.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I did my own American Idol video.  I was singing Ben by Michael Jackson.  When I listened to it back it sounded like I was being strangled.  I think this should be recommended therapy for all people that think they can sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117037640528021604?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117037640528021604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117037640528021604&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117037640528021604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117037640528021604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117030119347807225</id><published>2007-02-01T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:36:25.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My puppy is one!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/0g3K-z_lHoo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/0g3K-z_lHoo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look excited about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe it's because he isn't officially one until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maybe he'll get some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon, meat, cheese flavored bacon, bacon flavored meat, peanut butter flavored cheese, and bacon flavored bacon suggested by Shadowdog. And assorted animal poop and small half-decomposed forest creatures for him to run around with, and a nice mix of cat poop for an after roll aperitif suggested by Madame D. And a beef shank from the butcher suggested by Mike. And treats and a ball or something suggested by Marianna. And the ball that he has to move around in different directions so it spits out a treat suggested by Sassy. And a girlfriend suggested by Hedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually he'll probably just get what Marianna said with a side of Sassy, the rest are too hard for his mommy to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Ms. Crazy DOG lady to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117030119347807225?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117030119347807225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117030119347807225&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117030119347807225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117030119347807225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-puppy-is-one-doesnt-he-look-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117021194666702129</id><published>2007-01-30T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:26:18.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently everybody is being forced to be a beta blogger. This has not happened to me yet.  Do you think maybe blogger forgot about me or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, when you switch to beta blogger do you still get that little yield sign with the exclamation point and the dancing circle of bricks around it??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't I'm suing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is going to be one year old on Thursday.  Every time I see  him I say "Hi almost one year old!!!"  Don't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to imagine the excitement that is my life, it is beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you have any good ideas for what one year old dogs like to get for their birthdays let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of anyway...yeah we were, go back and check...does anyone else want to punch holes in walls when people say ANYHOO???  ANYHOOOOOOOOOOOOO.   ACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about ACK??  No, I think I like ack.  It's very descriptive and silly.  Perfect mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Sassy and Mr. Sass on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun though I think I was a little "please be my shrink and answer my ridiculous questions" at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe at three points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117021194666702129?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117021194666702129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117021194666702129&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117021194666702129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117021194666702129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/apparently-everybody-is-being-forced.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-117004188459925465</id><published>2007-01-28T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:43:00.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear 69dude69,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't send me messages anymore because I'm not gonna respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you looked like Johnny Depp I would have a hard time replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69dude69 as an "internet handle" is sorta like kryptonite for females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my fargging gawd have you ever been out of your house before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did I put before at the end of that sentence?  It sounds weird, but at the same time oh so familiar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-117004188459925465?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117004188459925465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=117004188459925465&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117004188459925465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/117004188459925465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-69dude69-dont-send-me-messages.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-116977617760890431</id><published>2007-01-25T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:09:57.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Who says "internet phantom"???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/bGazTuRAtMI"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/bGazTuRAtMI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's another little silly quiz because apparently I have become completely blog blocked lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do my first YouTube vlog today (above) but my camera is all bad, or I don't know how to work it, so it is pixelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am a nerd. A pixellated nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tell me what cartoon character you are. I'm Charlie Brown. Woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a personality of a cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked yourself what cartoon character do you most resemble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer all the questions with what describes you best, add up all your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;points (which are next to the answer that you choose) at the end and look for your results. Do not cheat by looking at the end of the email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then forward this to all your friends (including the person who sent it to you) and change the subject of this message to what character is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Which one of the following describes the perfect date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Candlelight dinner (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Fun/Theme Park (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Painting in the park (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Rock concert (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Going to the movies (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What is your favorite type of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Rock and Roll (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Alternative (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Soft Rock (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Country (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Pop (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What type of movies do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Comedy (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Horror (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Musical (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Romance (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Documentary (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Which one of these occupations would you choose if you only could choose one of these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Waiter (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Professional Sports Player (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Teacher (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Police (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Cashier (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What do you do with your spare time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Exercise (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Read (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Watch television (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Listen to music (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Sleep (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Which one of the following colors do you like best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Yellow (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) White (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Sky Blue (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Dark Blue (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Red (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What do you prefer to eat right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Snow (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Pizza (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Sushi (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Pasta (4pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Salad (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is your favorite holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Halloween (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Christmas (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) New Year (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Valentine's Day (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Thanksgiving (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If you could go to one of these places which one would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Paris (4 pts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Spain (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Las Vegas (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Hawaii (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Hollywood (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. With which of the following would you prefer to spend time with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Someone Smart (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Someone attractive (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Someone who likes to Party (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Someone who always has fun (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Someone very sentimental (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up your points and find out the answer you have been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your character in the subject line and forward to your friends and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the person that sent this to you. Very interesting to see "who"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friends are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10-16 points) You are Garfield: You are very comfortable, easy going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you definitely know how to have fun but sometimes you take it to an extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always know what you are doing and you are always in control of your life. Others may not see things as you do, but that doesn't mean that you always have to do what is right. Try to remember your happy spirit may hurt you or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-23 points) You are Snoopy: You are fun, you are very cool and popular You always know what's in and you never are out of style. You are good at knowing how to satisfy everyone else. You have probably disappeared for a few days more than once but you always come home with the family values that you learned. Being married and having children are important to you, but only after you have had your share of fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24-28 points) You are Elmo: You have lots of friends and you are also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popular, always willing to give advice and help out a person in need.&lt;br /&gt;You are very optimistic and you always see the bright side of things.&lt;br /&gt;Some good advice: try not to be too much of a dreamer, if not you will have many conflicts with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29-35 points) You are Sponge Bob Square Pants: You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend that anyone could ever have and never want to lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey, it's funny and calm for the most part. Stay away from traitors and jealous people, then you will be stress free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(36-43 points) You are Charlie Brown: You are very smart, very perceptive, honest, loving, You are tender, you fall in love quickly but you are also very serious about all relationships. You are a family person. Everyone loves you, people want to be around you, everyone calls you their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your mom every Sunday. You have many friends and may occasionally forget a few Birthdays. Stay away from Jealous people they confuse you, you can be trusted, and admire smart-quick people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your passion&lt;br /&gt;confuse you with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(44-50 points) You are Dexter: You are smart and definitely a thinker..Every situation is fronted with a plan. You have a brilliant mind. You demonstrate very strong family principles. Maintain a stable routine but never ignore a bad situation when it comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-116977617760890431?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116977617760890431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=116977617760890431&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/116977617760890431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/116977617760890431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-says-internet-phantom-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997359.post-116951712881122622</id><published>2007-01-22T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:52:08.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Want to know if you are autistic or close to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this test that I found over at Px's blog. &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/9.12/aqtest.html" target="_blank"&gt;Clickety click barba trick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 14.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997359-116951712881122622?l=binskblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116951712881122622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997359&amp;postID=116951712881122622&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/116951712881122622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997359/posts/default/116951712881122622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binskblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/want-to-know-if-you-are-autistic-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin Alexa</name><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>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
