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<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 15:58:00 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Why you should take a drama class]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 15:58:00 -0400</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Ian</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I am always trying to grow as a person.  Everyday I learn about new things and try to work on my faults.  When I was a kid I had always thought it would be cool to be an actor, but I was too chicken to try to do it.So when I had the opportunity to take a drama class in college I jumped at the chance.  My drama teacher was exceptional and forced us all to break down the walls that we had put up.  Knocking down the walls was essential because these walls keep you from exploring all of you.  To be the best actor you can be you must be totally honest with yourself and know who and what you are.It was very liberating looking at the world without my prejudices.  My creativity soared as did my openness to new ideas.  It is sad that most people are so closed minded that they do not even consider many options available to them.  There is absolutely no harm in considering them.  If the options do not end up making sense, then you discount them.  If they have merit, then you explore them further.I can honestly say that I would not be the person I am today without taking that drama class.  I learned more than I ever hoped to from that experience.  There is so much more to acting than the performance itself.I ended up joining the local college production of Romeo and Juliet.  I had a smaller role with only 2 lines, but performing was an amazing experience.  We literally acted out the whole play 200 times in the 6 months of preparation for the play.  During the training time we put in 40 hour weeks.We practiced performing the play for efficiently to cut down on the time, the fight choreography, and the performance of the play itself.  All this was on top of school, jobs and relationships.  During this time my life consisted of school and the play.  I didn't have time for anything else.  It was grueling.In the end it was all worth it however.  I learned things about myself that I would not have learned otherwise.  The play was a success during its 2 week run with many sellouts.  And afterwards I had a new respect for acting.  It's not the cakewalk everyone thinks it is.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Being a Big Brother]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 18:45:36 -0400</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Ian</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I have to admit it.  Being the oldest sibling definitely has its advantages.  One of the biggest advantages is the sheer enjoyment that I got from torturing my little sister 2 years younger than me.  Over the years there are many fond memories of these events and I'll recount a few of them below.When I was 5 years old I thought it would be a fun game to unbuckle my little sister's car seat and push her onto the floor.  So of course I proceeded to do so and started giggling as I watched her squirming face down on the floor stuck between the seats.  The humor quickly left when my mother pulled off onto the side of the road and wore my ass out.When I was 10 years old I was a huge fan of the Nightmare on Elm Street and Jason movies.  I had seen everyone multiple times.  One day I came up with the brilliant idea of acting like I was Jason to terrorize my little sister.  So everyday for a few months I would grab the biggest kitchen knife we had and would start making the chu chu chu chu ha ha ha ha sounds while walking forward with the knife raised.Of course my sister let out a blood curdling scream every time.  I would stop after 15 seconds or so and tell her I was just kidding and she would calm down.  Then once she was calm I would do it again.  Leading to even more screams of terror.  I would do this 3 or 4 times before I had my fill for the day.  To this day I don't know why the cops were never called with all the screaming she did because she thought I was going to murder her.When I was 16 I was a tennis fan of Andre Agassi.  I used to hit a tennis ball off of the side of the house for hours on end practicing my game.  One day I got my little sister to play with me.  We were taking turns hitting the ball against the wall.  If you missed the ball, you lost.One return I made barely hit the wall, which cause my sister to run up near the wall to make her return.  She did so and the ball came back perfectly to me.  She saw that I was lining her up and she took off at a full sprint across the front of the wall.  As the ball got to me I jumped up into the air and hit the ball as hard as I could with a picture perfect Agassi forehand with complete turn and follow through.I, of course, was not only aiming at her, but aiming at her face.  I hammered the ball and it shot off of my racket and proceeded to nail her squarely in the face.  She collapsed to the ground and started crying.  My immediate thoughts were holy shit I actually got her face.  As she got up and made her way inside to tattle on me I tried not to laugh.As much as my sister insisted that I hit her in the face on purpose I insisted it was a total accident.  My mom took my side thinking it was highly unlikely that I could make a shot like that.  Little did she know that I could and I did.Ahh being a big brother.  There are disadvantages of course of being first born, but I wouldn't do it any other way if I had the chance.  It is much better being the bully than the bullied.<br/><br/>4 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[My Cat Loves Chicken Wings]]></title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 00:55:23 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Ian</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I don't cook many things, but one of the things I know how to cook well are chicken wings.  Mostly I save them for special occasions like the Super Bowl and family get togethers.One day I am decide to make them for the big game so I take 3 dozen wings out of the freezer, place them on a broiler pan, and put them on the stove to defrost.  About 30 minutes later I go to check on them and I find my 23 pound cat Vinny on the stove licking the chicken wings.  I quickly fuss at him and chase him out of the kitchen.  Damn cat.After taking care of that problem I go back to my bedroom.  5 minutes later I go check on the wings again because I have a feeling that I should.  When I round the corner, Vinny is on the oven once again helping himself to the chicken wings.  This time I grab the squirt bottle and shoo him away.  That'll teach him.After another 5 minutes I go check my wings with my squirt bottle in hand to make sure that fat bastard isn't trying to eat them.  As I enter the kitchen Vinny has a chicken wing in his mouth and is jumping off the stove.  I guess he had had enough of getting in trouble and decided he would take one where he wouldn't be disturbed.When he hits the ground his eyes go wide as his mouth drops to the floor because I caught him red handed.  The wing plops on the ground and Vinny is frozen in place with an ohh shit look on his face.I tell him &quot;ohh hell no&quot; and begin lighting him up with the bottle.  He runs into the living room and bolts under the couch.  But I'm not about to let him off so easily this time, so I lunge into the prone position to squirt him.  Unfortunately I was too close to the entertainment center because I hit my left knee square on the nerve.My leg goes numb, but I continue to squirt Vinny through the pain.  He then runs out from under the couch, down the hall and into the bedroom.  I am on his tail soaking his chunky ass.  Of course my leg is still numb so I am hobbling after him.I continue chasing and soaking him back into the living room to the bed room and the living room once again for a full minute.  The whole time my wife is laughing her ass off in the chair in the living room.  I finally run out of water and Vinny looks like he had a bath.Maybe I went a little overboard, but Vinny hasn't tried to eat one of my wings again either.<br/><br/>8 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Our First Date]]></title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 22:15:44 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Ian</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[On our first date I decided to take my future wife to a pool hall.  I know it's not the ideal first date, but it was really on a whim with both of us just wanting to go somewhere because we were bored.We end up playing 5 games.  I win one and I lose 4 by scratching the eight ball every time.  It was about 1am and we decided that we had had enough excitement for the night.  So we jump in her truck and she pulls up to the road and asks which way.I tell her we want to go left to get home, so she starts heading left.  Evidently she wasn't looking because there was a huge center divider in the road, which she has to swerve to avoid and then promptly slams on the brakes stopping us in the middle of the road facing the wrong way.Of course there is a car bearing down on us and she freaks out and guns the gas.  Ripping the wheel to the right we flew over the center divide and onto the other side.  My knuckles are white from gripping the &quot;ohh shit&quot; bar during our monster truck ride, but when I realize we are safe I burst out laughing.This was the first of many introductions my wife has given to her truck and curbs.  Although few measured up to the first one.<br/><br/>4 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Sitting Bitch]]></title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 12:59:32 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Ian</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[My brother in law and his wife were up visiting us on vacation and my wife and I decided we would take them canoeing on the local rivers here in our home state.  We figured it would be a great way to end the summer and we would all have a blast.The trip up to the river was uneventful except for the fact that we barely made it in time by a couple minutes to get our canoes on the river.  Ohh and the fact that we almost ran out of gas because we couldn't take the time to fill the tank.But we were there now and ready to have a relaxing day canoeing down the river.  We brought our 2 Labrador / Shepard mixes and they brought their little lap dog.  After spending 10 minutes getting everything ready we get on the river.Of course I am in the back steering the canoe because I'm the man.  Never mind that I have never been in a canoe before or that I was the only one of the 4 people there wearing a life vest.A minute down the river we hit our first turn and I promptly steer the boat the wrong way, flipping me, wifey, and the 2 dogs into the freezing river.  We spent the next 10 minutes collecting all our gear, alcohol and dogs.I then realize that I had lost my wedding band in the river.  I look in vain for a minute, but it is hopeless.  To make matters worse my wife is so pissed that she refuses to let me steer the canoe anymore.  She says to me, &quot;ohh hell no, get in the front of the canoe.  You're sitting bitch.&quot;So what did I do  I sat in the bitch seat, drank my beers, and waited for wifey to flip the canoe.  Which took 30 minutes.<br/><br/>7 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Working on my Game]]></title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 17:32:23 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Ian</dc:creator>
<category>SagaByte</category>
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<description><![CDATA[Back in college there was this hot woman in her mid 20's who worked in one of the offices.  I had had my eye on her for a while and really wanted to ask her out.  I had never tried to pick up a girl before by just going over to her and striking up a conversation because I was afraid it would go badly.One day I said screw it and decided to give it a shot.  So I walked into the office and asked to speak with Sandy.  So Sandy comes over and I try to start up some small talk with her.  The whole time she has a look on her face like she is wondering what I want.I decide I have to follow this thing through and ask her if she would like to go out sometime.  She then precedes to show me the wedding ring on her hand.  I of course ask her if she is happily married.  She responds that she is.With my weak attempt at picking up this woman going down in flames I bow out as gracefully as I can.  I tell her I'm going to go now.  She says ok and I leave.  I learned two very important lessons that day.  One, have a game plan.  And two, make sure the girl you are asking out isn't married.<br/><br/>3 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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