<?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-3581115</id><updated>2011-11-08T21:28:22.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the mind of Naked Jay</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants and Ramblings from a recovering southside Hoosier.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>733</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108242184897960779</id><published>2004-04-19T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:48:06.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE YOUR LINKS.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, &lt;a href="http://chud2themax.com/main"&gt;go on&lt;/a&gt;.  I know it's a big hassle, but it only takes about a minute.  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chud2themax.com/main"&gt;Try it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: I Dare You To Move - Switchfoot - Learning to Breath (4:07)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108242184897960779?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108242184897960779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108242184897960779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242184897960779' title='CHANGE YOUR LINKS.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108233132806701594</id><published>2004-04-18T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T18:39:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT!</title><content type='html'>In case you were checking out the &lt;a href="http://www.chud2themax.com/main"&gt;new site&lt;/a&gt;, you may have noticed the template was a bit wonky.  It's fixed now, so stop on by, leave a comment or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've got my third interview with SBC tomorrow.  Think good thoughts around 3 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108233132806701594?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108233132806701594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108233132806701594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233132806701594' title='WOOT!'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108222206593844921</id><published>2004-04-17T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T12:18:20.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPLATE WOES ARE FIXED (OR AT LEAST, GETTING THERE)</title><content type='html'>For those brave souls that have been trying to view my new blog in Internet Explorer, it's at least readable now, thanks to a new &lt;a href="http://www.neilturner.me.uk/templates/"&gt;template.&lt;/a&gt; Now, if I can just get that pesky sidebar to end up on *the side* and not at the bottom, I'd be all set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108222206593844921?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108222206593844921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108222206593844921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108222206593844921' title='TEMPLATE WOES ARE FIXED (OR AT LEAST, GETTING THERE)'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108195658211173109</id><published>2004-04-14T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T10:33:32.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO LONG, FAREWELL, AUF WIEDERSEHEN GOOD BYE. . .</title><content type='html'>Good news and, well, Good news, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a second interview at SBC tomorrow (at 8:15, ugh.)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and even though (or maybe because) I didn't get to sleep until after 6 am today, the new blog is *finally* up and running.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does the Cabbage Patch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please update your bookmarks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.chud2themax.com/main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bit of a technical snafu, however:  I can't get the page to view correctly in Internet Explorer.  I've shot off an email to the template designer, and hopefully, we'll have it all cleared up by the end of the day today.  At this point, I'd suggest viewing it in &lt;a href="http://texturizer.net/firefox/download.html"&gt;Mozilla Firebird&lt;/a&gt;, which, has become my browser of choice these days, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you're looking for your site in my blogroll, it's now listed under http://www.chud2themax.com/feeds, then "blogroll, simplified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Timothy - Jet - Get Born (4:32)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108195658211173109?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108195658211173109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108195658211173109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195658211173109' title='SO LONG, FAREWELL, AUF WIEDERSEHEN GOOD BYE. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108186776116703312</id><published>2004-04-13T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:53:10.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SURPRISED IT LASTED THIS LONG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/ent/wire/2004/04/13/stamos/"&gt;John Stamos, wife Rebecca Romijn separate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Company Car - Switchfoot - New Way To Be Human (3:13)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108186776116703312?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108186776116703312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108186776116703312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186776116703312' title='I&apos;M SURPRISED IT LASTED THIS LONG.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108180554923140727</id><published>2004-04-12T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:36:17.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE UNTHINKABLE HAS HAPPENED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;I GOT A JOB!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right; I'm now a production assistant at &lt;a href="http://www.rextra.com/"&gt;The Real Estate Book.&lt;/a&gt;  Now, it's not nearly as much as was possible with my interview at SBC (in fact, it's nearly $10K less, annually), but I figured I'd take this job, and then if I make it through the next two interviews at SBC, then I'll still have a few hundred dollars in my bank account while I go through that arduous process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, with all this excited energy, I think I'll spend tonight watching a few more movies from NetFlix and putting the final touches on the new digs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108180554923140727?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108180554923140727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108180554923140727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180554923140727' title='LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE UNTHINKABLE HAS HAPPENED.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108174177607232652</id><published>2004-04-11T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:53:22.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOT!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so after yet another insomniac weekend, I'm putting most of the finishing touches my horrendously long road to my MT installation.  I'm still a bit unsatisfied with my template, but longtime readers are used to my frequent wild hairs toward the look of my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this has been entirely too long coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: She Talks To Angels - Black Crowes -  (5:31)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108174177607232652?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108174177607232652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108174177607232652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108174177607232652' title='WOOOOOOOOT!'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108167094053339037</id><published>2004-04-11T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T03:12:46.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR.</title><content type='html'>Once again, it's Three AM, and I'm still not awake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of course, despite going to &lt;a href="http://www.freddiesbar.com"&gt;Freddie's&lt;/a&gt; with Greg (and trouncing his ass in two games of darts; I *so* rock), and having a few beers.  So, what am I going to do in the meantime?  Try to get &lt;a href="http://sourceforge.net/projects/awstats/"&gt;AWSTATS&lt;/a&gt; configured on the new server, and then maybe I can finally get the thing good enough for the time being to make the switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Strange Fruit (Tricky remix) - Billie Holiday - Verve Remixed (3:19)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108167094053339037?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108167094053339037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108167094053339037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108167094053339037' title='GRRR.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108163548665826316</id><published>2004-04-10T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T17:21:52.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I COULDN'T RESIST.</title><content type='html'>I took this quiz in honor of Mary, who undoubtedly would be some sort of stilletto; sassy and an attention getter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[And Mary, notice the exclamation point(!)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Big Black Boots!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be best described as: attitude&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got lots of it - and you love to give it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy has to be pretty gutsy to hit on you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if he's your type, you'll warm up... a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/shoequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Shoe Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/big-black-boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Moondance - Michael Buble - Michael Buble (4:14)]&lt;/div&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108163548665826316?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108163548665826316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108163548665826316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163548665826316' title='I COULDN&apos;T RESIST.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108138323879741173</id><published>2004-04-07T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T19:17:40.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.  AS MICHAEL CAN ATTEST, NICKNAMES ARE FUNNY.</title><content type='html'>My kiwi tends to make up nicknames for the more interesting members of his colleagues, so, I nearly pissed myself laughing when I read &lt;a href="http://www.uclick.com/client/wpc/db/"&gt;this cartoon.&lt;/a&gt; (Via &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/ent/col/fix/2004/04/07/wed/index.html"&gt;salon.com&lt;/a&gt;. Premium membership or quickly click through the ad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108138323879741173?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108138323879741173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108138323879741173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138323879741173' title='HEHE.  AS MICHAEL CAN ATTEST, NICKNAMES ARE FUNNY.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108137888413280198</id><published>2004-04-07T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T18:05:06.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.  I'M NOT A BIT SURPRISED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/diesexquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/orgasm-to-death.jpg" alt="orgasm to death" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Will Die Orgasming To Death!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to sex, you're like an energizer bunny on crack.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is normally a good thing, you don't cool down when you should.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to bite the big one while your naked, it will be simple.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much fun, and your heart will give out. What a way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/diesexquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Will You Die Having Sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108137888413280198?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108137888413280198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108137888413280198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108137888413280198' title='HEHE.  I&apos;M NOT A BIT SURPRISED.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108136036316441906</id><published>2004-04-07T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T12:56:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS. . .</title><content type='html'>Straight after my interview for a Production Assistant with &lt;a href="http://www.therealestatebook.com/"&gt;The Real Estate Book&lt;/a&gt;, I come home to two new solicitations for interviews.  Add in a possible opportunity with Keystone, and an interview on Friday with yet another &lt;a href="http://www.stivers.com"&gt;temp agency&lt;/a&gt;, and I'd *better* be working soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Down with Love - Michael Buble  (2:31)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108136036316441906?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108136036316441906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108136036316441906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108136036316441906' title='WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108128769487892759</id><published>2004-04-06T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:45:14.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ODDS AND ENDS</title><content type='html'>While trying to find a website for Harry's in my previous post, I stumbled upon this &lt;a href="http://www.happy-hour.net/local_drink_specials/mo_st_louis/"&gt;fantastic website&lt;/a&gt;.   Now I can find out *exactly* where to go a-drinkin' for cheap any night of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the job hunt?  I've got two interviews tomorrow, and probably one on Thursday.  The running total of jobs applied for is now 120.  If I try hard enough, I might reach 200 by next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, alternatively, I might just get me a job soon.  That'd be nice, too, I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Warning Sign - Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head (5:28)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108128769487892759?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108128769487892759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108128769487892759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128769487892759' title='ODDS AND ENDS'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108128748177505591</id><published>2004-04-06T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:41:41.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T BLAME ME.</title><content type='html'>I went to the Cardinals home opener yesterday.  &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/26r59"&gt;We lost&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, although I've yet to be to a winning Cards game, I'd like to blame the outcome on &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/25u2a"&gt;Bush's first pitch&lt;/a&gt;, or the dozens of snipers strategically placed around Busch Stadium.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Warning Sign - Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head (5:28)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108128748177505591?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108128748177505591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108128748177505591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128748177505591' title='DON&apos;T BLAME ME.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108128713957445903</id><published>2004-04-06T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:35:59.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOUR PHONE?</title><content type='html'>I hate Sprint PCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've probably mentioned it before, but I'd like to mention it again.  My cell phone went kaput, for the third time in six months.  And once again, I had to hunt down phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unfortunately, I'll just have to put up with it until the cash flow starts up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108128713957445903?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108128713957445903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108128713957445903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128713957445903' title='NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOUR PHONE?'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108128704282695557</id><published>2004-04-06T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:34:22.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY, BUSY WEEKEND, + A BOUT OF LAZINESS</title><content type='html'>And the blogging slackass strikes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whirlwind weekend O' Steph and other various Old School friends.  Friday night, Greg, Tina, and I had dinner at a little noodle shop/chinese restaurant in the Loop, after a miscommunication with the reservation staff at &lt;a href="http://www.saucecafe.com/mirasol/"&gt;Mirasol.&lt;/a&gt;  Then, we hopped out to Ameristar, and wasted some cash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Mom and I stopped by Brian's to visit him and play some &lt;a href="http://www.kumquat.com/cgi-kumquat/funagain/13928?;;LEAC"&gt;Liar's Dice&lt;/a&gt; (our version was homemade, but you get the idea), then Michael and I headed out to see &lt;a href="http://www.paramountclassics.com/reckoning/"&gt;The Reckoning&lt;/a&gt;, which was not nearly as fantastic as the &lt;a href="http://www.riverfronttimes.com/issues/2004-03-31/film.html/1/index.html"&gt;RFT review&lt;/a&gt; claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I headed over to Amie's house, where it seemed most of the ol' gang was there.  A relatively good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I made a fruitless trek for wedding dresses with Steph, her mom, Amie, and George.  Michael met us for some good burgers at Harry's (on Southwest).  I think he was slightly nervous meeting a mother, albeit, not mine, but a parental figure all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished it off with a trip to Sprint to get a new phone (more on that shortly), but all in all, the weekend was good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  The Scientist  -  Coldplay  -  (5:09)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108128704282695557?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108128704282695557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108128704282695557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128704282695557' title='BUSY, BUSY WEEKEND, + A BOUT OF LAZINESS'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108093918560824304</id><published>2004-04-02T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:56:40.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, AND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING:</title><content type='html'>I've got a job interview on Wednesday.  It's for a graphic design/layout position with a publishing company, which will be a nice addition to my skills and background that I'm horribly lacking in real-world-experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had to pass up on a possible long-term assignment with Accountemps.  I *still* don't feel like it was fair to recuse me from that assignment, even if there was the possibility of leaving the assignment shortly after I started.  Our employee handbook recognizes and encourages interviews for permanent employment, as long as we inform our employer (Accountemps), who will then inform the client.  Once again, doing the "right" and "official" thing fucks me over.  But, here's hoping I get the job, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Then She Farted - Stephen Lynch -  (1:46)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108093918560824304?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108093918560824304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108093918560824304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093918560824304' title='OH, AND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING:'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108093822169464628</id><published>2004-04-02T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:40:36.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEP, I'M A NERD.</title><content type='html'>Of course, it's known by all.  But I'm horribly addicted to &lt;a href="http://travel.discovery.com/fansites/samanthabrown/greathotel/hotels.html"&gt;Great Hotels&lt;/a&gt; on the Travel Channel, and I'm salivating over my newest mailbox offering, my latest &lt;a href="http://www.chefscatalog.com"&gt;Chef's Catalog&lt;/a&gt;. . . so many things I want, so little moolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to offset my saliva-inducing catalog. . . a Jury Summons.  Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Stephen Lynch  -  dungeons and dragons  -  (2:09)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108093822169464628?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108093822169464628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108093822169464628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093822169464628' title='YEP, I&apos;M A NERD.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108085036955987058</id><published>2004-04-01T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T14:16:23.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE END. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/04/01/bush.fetus.ap/index.html"&gt;"The Unborn Victims of Violence Act"&lt;/a&gt;:  I understand the point of it, but I'm not sure if I agree with it.  Obviously, it has possible ramifications toward women's rights, or the lack thereof;  I'm curious to see if it will result in additional federal charges in the impending Peterson trial.  I see it as a definite possibility, considering the Act was called "Laci and Connor's Bill" in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108085036955987058?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108085036955987058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108085036955987058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085036955987058' title='ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE END. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108084693592139311</id><published>2004-04-01T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T13:19:09.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE TO LOCAL RESTAURANTS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.riverfronttimes.com/issues/2004-03-31/news2.html/1/index.html?src=newsletter"&gt;Don't fuck with the menu.&lt;/a&gt;  You'll just piss of your customers, and make your life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: John Mayer - Great Indoors   -  (3:49)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108084693592139311?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108084693592139311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108084693592139311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084693592139311' title='NOTE TO LOCAL RESTAURANTS:'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108084428112294823</id><published>2004-04-01T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:34:54.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, SO IT WASN'T AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE, BUT YOU ALL KNOW ME. . .</title><content type='html'>I didn't specifically give a *time* for the new release, but I think it'll be ready by today, sometime.  However, last night, I didn't get to sleep till sometime after 6 am, so I'm a bit slow-going today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like anyone's actually keeping tabs on me anyway, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: John Mayer -  Comfortable  -  (5:02)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108084428112294823?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108084428112294823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108084428112294823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084428112294823' title='OK, SO IT WASN&apos;T AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE, BUT YOU ALL KNOW ME. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108084341463574077</id><published>2004-04-01T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:20:28.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT HAPPENED.</title><content type='html'>With the mailing of this resume today, I have officially applied for 100 positions since February 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I should celebrate, or hold my unemployed head in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Broken Vow - Josh Groban - In Concert (4:30)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108084341463574077?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108084341463574077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108084341463574077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084341463574077' title='IT HAPPENED.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108069546948487211</id><published>2004-03-30T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T19:14:40.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CUE TINY VIOLIN. . .</title><content type='html'>I think it must be official.  There's a fatwa on my resume.  I'm unclean, unemployable.  When you've applied for damned near 100 jobs in 6 weeks, and (most) are totally and completely within my educational/employment background. . . well, it's hard not to whine a little.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of feeling like I'm stuck.  Stuck here, with my crappy car, no money, and no actual place to call my own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, there are a few things that make it a little easier.  Good friends, a surprisingly easy-flowing romantic relationship, and the support of many.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  Ok, enough bitching and moaning.  Tomorrow, I'm off to a few more temp agencies.  Why the hell not, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, however, it's &lt;a href="http://www.familyguyfiles.com/"&gt;The Family Guy&lt;/a&gt;, some Photoshop, and some &lt;a href="http://www.chud2themax.com/main"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; tweaking.  Two more days, kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108069546948487211?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108069546948487211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108069546948487211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069546948487211' title='CUE TINY VIOLIN. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108067624563219144</id><published>2004-03-30T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T13:54:18.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS *ALMOST* MAKES ME GLAD I'M UNEMPLOYED.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the first season of &lt;a href="http://www.bbcamerica.com/genre/comedy_games/the_office/the_office.jsp"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt;, and the episode about the Quiz Game reminds me of going to Trivia Nights with Greg and his gang.  Good times, Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which is more fun, the competition, or the competitive nature of those guys.  I think it's a toss up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108067624563219144?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108067624563219144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108067624563219144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108067624563219144' title='THIS *ALMOST* MAKES ME GLAD I&apos;M UNEMPLOYED.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108058866271621570</id><published>2004-03-29T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T13:34:32.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SMSU FUCKWITS IN THE NEWS AGAIN</title><content type='html'>The Volokh Conspiracy has an &lt;a href="http://volokh.com/2004_03_21_volokh_archive.html#108033190772435326"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about a fairly innnocuous (and not very funny) cartoon posted in &lt;a href="http://www.southweststandard.com/"&gt;the Standard&lt;/a&gt; around Thanksgiving last year.  Now, I'm not saying that the student group who filed a complaint are (necessarily) fuckwits, but as usual, I think that the actions of the administration are.  First of all, you'd think that Keiser would be smart enough not to make a public statement that the complaint was "dumb," which surely is a personal opinion, not an official opinion.  Every time this man speaks, I'm amazed that he's amassed any type of education.  Of course, I'm a bit biased.  I've never liked the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the recent &lt;a href="http://www.southweststandard.com/97-48/n1"&gt;"discussion"&lt;/a&gt; about the non-discrimination policy just makes me furious.  Not because it hasn't changed, as I actually admire Keiser for sticking to his guns, but the fact that if people *are* being discriminated against, they're not making reports.  This has been a highly debated issue since I was in school, and I'm just amazed that after all this public demand from students and faculty, that those discriminated students are being big pussies and not filing reports.  You'd think that if this is happening, people would file numerous complaints, as a way to show the administration that it *is* a relevant issue.  And if the complaints were filed, and somehow "swept under the table," or ignored, it would give Lambda and BiGala at least a little more fuel.  The comment made by a student in the article is correct:  It *is* the same discussion, with nothing new, nothing different.  I do have to say that it's an excellent article, written by my good friend Matt.  He rocks the casbah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Jim Henson's Dead - Stephen Lynch - A Little Bit Special (3:03)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108058866271621570?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108058866271621570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108058866271621570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058866271621570' title='SMSU FUCKWITS IN THE NEWS AGAIN'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108058550758967658</id><published>2004-03-29T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T12:41:56.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE ON ST LOUIS ACT OF "CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE"</title><content type='html'>The act of&lt;a href="http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_nakedvoyeur_archive.html#107991488809647814"&gt;civil disobedience&lt;/a&gt; that I mentioned a few weeks ago has finally happened, and has &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2ojkx"&gt;a small write up&lt;/a&gt; in the Post.  Now, they're in the process of fighting the legal system, ala New Paltz, but it will be curious to see how it turns out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: On Fire - Switchfoot - The Beautiful Letdown (4:39)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108058550758967658?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108058550758967658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108058550758967658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058550758967658' title='UPDATE ON ST LOUIS ACT OF &quot;CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE&quot;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108053381828462853</id><published>2004-03-28T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T18:12:54.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AN INTERESTING POINT, AND A LONG-WINDED RAMBLE.</title><content type='html'>Salon has an &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/opinion/feature/2004/03/27/catholics/index.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the effect that Catholics might have on the election.  I find it interesting, because I had an intriguing discussion last night about religion and self-identity over dinner at &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/35ddv"&gt;The Blackthorn Pub&lt;/a&gt;, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite hangouts.  Mind you, the conversation consisted of myself, Michael, his crazy co-worker, Mary (who is a Seattle native), and Kate, a visitor from Australia.  So, there was quite a varied group of point-of-views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation came about because of a WU co-worker who apparently is very religious, but doesn't speak her opinions.  Mary was horrified to find this out, as she's said comments such as, "Those damned fundamentalists!" and the like.  We pondered why said co-worker was silent when Mary said such comments, as we assumed that people are shaped by their world views, and by their experiences. I think that despite what your adult views are on religion, there's still a small part of everyone who was raised in some religion, no matter how strongly your family practiced, and how your current views are similar or different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mentioned that in Saint Louis, at least among Catholics, there's a leaning towards having strong association with your parish.  Not only in a spiritual sense, but in a geographical sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.  There's a sterotypical joke that St. Louisians continually ask upon meeting a native, "So, where'd you go to high school?"  For the most part, it's to get an idea of geography (what school district you were in), socioeconomic status (natch, what school district you were in), and then finally a possible common ground (people you knew who attended that school, etc.).  But students of Catholic high schools don't have that same geographical recognition.  Among Catholic kids, high schools are conglomerated of many different parishes and backgrounds. (For the most part.  I'd say that most Catholic schools are still predominately white.)  So, the questioning turns to "What parish are you from?"  From their response, all of the geographical and socioeconomic cues are in place, and there's a likelihood that if you went to a Catholic school you either knew someone who went to a school, played them in sports, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my current commentary.  Because of the idea that exposure to religion (or lack thereof) shapes a person, I think that there's a likelihood that on some level, people may vote based on religion.  I think that certainly, the gay-marriage debate is counting on that idea.  If that weren't the case, the Moral Majority wouldn't keep spouting how homosexuality is an abmination of God's law, God's Plan, etc.  I think that morality is (and should be) a strong basis of our legal and political system, otherwise it would be legal to do harm to others, physically, mentally, fiscally.  However, the idea of religion should &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be a part of any system, especially not ours.  I think it's ironic that Michael and Kate mentioned how religion doesn't play a large part at all in politics in New Zealand and Australia, respectively, yet plays such a large part in ours.  It may be a subterraneous part, but it's there, and is there in many areas of our culture.  It's part of our history, and part of our future.  I think that the ideal of separation of church and state is an ideal goal of our political and legal system, but I think that, like other parts of our society, theory and practice of those theory will, more often than not, lead to different results.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article mentions that despite the conservative, pro-life, anti-homosexual mandates of Catholic leaders, Catholics tend to be more left-of-center than the same Protestant voter.  I think that Kerry's pro-choice (and possible pro-homosexual) views will likely appeal to those non-practicing Catholics, similar to myself, who have strayed from the Church because of these conflicting views.  It's possible that despite his differing views from traditional Catholic politics, there will be Catholics who will vote for him because of a shared belief system, a shared moral ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the article makes what would seem an obvious comparision to JFK.  But nearly 50 years ago, I'm not sure there was the visible division between the two major political parties on such social issues.  I think that it was underlying, but not necessarily as much of a definitive part of party identification.  I think that there was a much stronger leaning towards labeling people as "progressive," or "liberal," without using party identification as a four-letter word.  I know people who are amazed that there are democratic-voting people who are pro-war, pro-guns, pro-life, etc., or that there is an actual need/demand for a group like the &lt;a href="http://www.logcabin.org/logcabin/index.html"&gt;Log Cabin Republicans&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wouldn't even be an issue, if there wasn't party divisiveness, as a general rule.  I'd like to think that without party politics, the general public would make an informed decision on candidates based on issues, and that representation would be much more of an equal representation, without the fear of offending that party powers-that-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rereading this post, I'm not sure if I made a point at all.  Of course, my ramblings tend to do that, eh? *shrug*  As always, feel free to comment or email me if you think I'm right, or a blubbering idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108053381828462853?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108053381828462853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108053381828462853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053381828462853' title='AN INTERESTING POINT, AND A LONG-WINDED RAMBLE.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108052795030708724</id><published>2004-03-28T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:42:38.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*DROOL*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/more/"&gt;The new GAP ad.&lt;/a&gt;  With the khakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: 24 - Switchfoot - The Beautiful Letdown (4:55)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108052795030708724?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108052795030708724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108052795030708724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052795030708724' title='*DROOL*'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108050345012610602</id><published>2004-03-28T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:54:22.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT OF COURSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/cup-of-joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are a Plain Ole Cup of Joe&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't think plain - instead think, uncomplicated&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a low maintenance kind of guy... who can hang with the guys&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth, easy going, and fun! Yup, that's you: the friend everyone invites.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your dependable too. Both for a laugh and a sympathetic ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/coffeequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind Of Coffee Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I like to think of myself as Colombian Coffee. . .strong and dark, slightly bitter if not handled correctly. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Meant To Live - Switchfoot - The Beautiful Letdown (3:25)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108050345012610602?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108050345012610602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108050345012610602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108050345012610602' title='BUT OF COURSE.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108042551220759561</id><published>2004-03-27T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T16:15:19.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN ANYONE EXPLAIN WHAT DEMOGRAPHIC I'M SUPPOSED TO FALL IN?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm part of an interesting program for free magazine subscriptions, primarily aimed at professionals, needing magazines for their lobbies.  Now, I've got lots of free magazines that I've found interesting, but probably wouldn't buy for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this new crop of magazines takes the cake, and I don't remember signing up for them.  In one day, I recieved the latest copies of &lt;i&gt;Seventeen, Lifetime Magazine, Better Homes and Gardens,&lt;/i&gt; and  &lt;i&gt;Redbook&lt;/i&gt;.  I assume they're replacements for other subscriptions that I ordered.  Or at least, I hope so.  I don't &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; I went on a drunken bender and signed up for these.  And I've noticed that my subscriptions to &lt;i&gt;Time&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Sports Illustrated&lt;/i&gt; have ended, so I guess the switch-up is likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Love For Sale - Nina Simone (3:29)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108042551220759561?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108042551220759561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108042551220759561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042551220759561' title='CAN ANYONE EXPLAIN WHAT DEMOGRAPHIC I&apos;M SUPPOSED TO FALL IN?'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108042293714213008</id><published>2004-03-27T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T15:46:33.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A BUSY, YET UNEVENTFUL COUPLE OF DAYS</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack o' blogging, kids, but it's time for my semi-annual "I'm tired of being unemployed, and don't feel like blogging" phase.  Plus, I'm in the process of teaching myself Photoshop so I can create a super-duper template for the &lt;a href="http://www.chud2themax.com/main"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;, currently scheduled for release on April 1st (mark your calendars).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interview yesterday with &lt;a href="http://www.barnesjewish.com"&gt;BJC&lt;/a&gt; for a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; entry-level job.  Then, last night, thanks to a frantic cleaning/laundry/closet organizing marathon, I didn't head to bed till nearly 6 am.  (Surprise, surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made some kickass banana-pecan waffles, drank about half a pot of coffee, and it's back to more cleaning.  Of course, in my case, "cleaning"  really means throwing away lots of junk mail and magazines, and figuring out what to do with the rest of my crap that I can't seem to part with, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just in case you're keeping track, the new grand total of jobs applied for is now over the 70-mark.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Sinnerman (Felix Da Housecat Housecat Remix) - Nina Simone - Verve Remixed  (6:14)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108042293714213008?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108042293714213008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108042293714213008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042293714213008' title='WHAT A BUSY, YET UNEVENTFUL COUPLE OF DAYS'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-108007830136182804</id><published>2004-03-23T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:48:22.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OY. WHAT A WONDERFUL MONTH IT'S BEEN. . .</title><content type='html'>I was going through how many resumes I've submitted since I left SLUH.  Over 60.  I've had *one* call back, and it was for a mediocre data entry position that I'm horribly overqualified.  That's a 1.67% rate of return.  And that's not saying that I'll even get the job.  *sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I've got a probable interview with &lt;a href="http://www.brownandwilliamson.com/home.html"&gt;the devil,&lt;/a&gt; although a lesser version of my former &lt;a href="http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_nakedvoyeur_archive.html#89273088"&gt;soul-selling foray into the tobacco world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-108007830136182804?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108007830136182804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/108007830136182804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108007830136182804' title='OY. WHAT A WONDERFUL MONTH IT&apos;S BEEN. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107991501600699342</id><published>2004-03-21T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T18:26:55.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN.</title><content type='html'>For one, I realized that I completely napped through the game, but then I found out that the &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncw/recap?gameId=244000050"&gt;Lady Bears,&lt;/a&gt; like their male counterparts, apparently can't hack an overtime game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107991501600699342?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107991501600699342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107991501600699342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107991501600699342' title='DAMN.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107991488809647814</id><published>2004-03-21T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T18:24:47.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE OF PLANS, FOR THE BEST</title><content type='html'>Update on the possible "civil disobedience" that was supposed to happen yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subject: Re: Join us for a marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much consideration for the legal implications of doing this ceremony in Missouri, we are going to put this on hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to do everything possible to be sure that gay marriage is a reality in this country and in order for this to be so, we need to proceed with a national awareness, with caution and in coordination with the strategies of other organizations who are working toward the day when gay marriage is a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coordination will take time and it is unlikely that this will be done by March 27. The ministerial staff of [location of church] will continue working toward this and will be in touch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized after I posted on Friday, that it probably wasn't going to happen.  Michael and I were discussing it that night, and I figured that 1) the organizers didn't realize the actual legal reason that the ministers in NY were arrested, and 2) probably didn't know how to go about it to get arrested in the same way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*  I think it's for the best.  Piss poor planning yields piss poor results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107991488809647814?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107991488809647814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107991488809647814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107991488809647814' title='CHANGE OF PLANS, FOR THE BEST'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107972829010084565</id><published>2004-03-19T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:34:46.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE, ST LOUIS STYLE</title><content type='html'>I won't go into specifics, for the off chance of ruining it, but word on the street is that there's going to be some same-sex marriages performed in the Metro area on Saturday.  Of course, it could just be a rumor, but if you're queer, and are in the marryin' mood, &lt;a href="mailto:nakedjay@chud2themax.com"&gt;Contact me&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  October  -  Evanescence  -  (6:26)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107972829010084565?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107972829010084565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107972829010084565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107972829010084565' title='CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE, ST LOUIS STYLE'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107955612017682099</id><published>2004-03-17T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:45:13.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THE CHANGING OF SEASONS</title><content type='html'>I mentioned last night during my had-to-cut-it-short date with Michael that I thought I was going to feel better today.  Alas, no.  Sinus infections suck.  I want to do nothing more than stay in bed, turn off the lights, and sleep.  Happy St. Patrick's Day, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107955612017682099?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107955612017682099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107955612017682099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107955612017682099' title='I HATE THE CHANGING OF SEASONS'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107947490455341023</id><published>2004-03-16T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T16:11:37.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF-INDUCED INSOMNIA, BUT IT WAS WORTH IT</title><content type='html'>I was up till 4 am this morning (fueled by entirely too much caffeine), but I've categorized all 640+ entries in my &lt;a href="http://www.chud2themax.com/main"&gt;MT blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I've got a few more decisions to make on the template, but expect this address to be last updated by the end of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107947490455341023?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107947490455341023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107947490455341023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947490455341023' title='SELF-INDUCED INSOMNIA, BUT IT WAS WORTH IT'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107945694895608456</id><published>2004-03-16T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:15:17.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*SMACKS FOREHEAD*  OF COURSE . . .</title><content type='html'>I just found out through the magic of email that, according to that fantastic quiz, I'm dating &lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/brian.jpg"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; of Family Guy fame.  How appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: 24 - Switchfoot - The Beautiful Letdown (4:55)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107945694895608456?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107945694895608456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107945694895608456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107945694895608456' title='*SMACKS FOREHEAD*  OF COURSE . . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107940854186399626</id><published>2004-03-15T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:45:33.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AMID ALL THE QUEER TALK AND QUIZZES, I NEARLY FORGOT</title><content type='html'>I didn't really get a chance to watch the Lady Bears kick ass and take names this past weekend, but I'll be watching &lt;a href="http://www.smsbears.net/webapps/release?id=1430"&gt;this weekend&lt;/a&gt;, or at least taping it.  GO BEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: See Me Through -  Rascal Flatts  -  (6:25)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107940854186399626?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107940854186399626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107940854186399626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107940854186399626' title='AMID ALL THE QUEER TALK AND QUIZZES, I NEARLY FORGOT'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107939595762755347</id><published>2004-03-15T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T18:15:49.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCELLENT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/stewie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;Which Family Guy character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Chris at &lt;a href="http://thay_space.livejournal.com"&gt;thay_space&lt;/a&gt; for the linkage ( Chris, there's one mention.  Googlize to your heart's content).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107939595762755347?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107939595762755347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107939595762755347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107939595762755347' title='EXCELLENT.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107939283955157844</id><published>2004-03-15T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:23:50.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JOCELYN ELDERS RECOMMENDS A "HANDS OFF" APPROACH . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . regarding the federal government's involvement in gay marriage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, I couldn't resist the bad pun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107939283955157844?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107939283955157844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107939283955157844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107939283955157844' title='JOCELYN ELDERS RECOMMENDS A &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365gay.com/newscon04/03/031504eldersMarr.htm&quot;&gt;&quot;HANDS OFF&lt;/a&gt;&quot; APPROACH . . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107939270372064117</id><published>2004-03-15T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:21:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AND, OF COURSE, AS SOON AS I STEP OFF MY SOAPBOX:</title><content type='html'>CNN has this AP article about &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/LAW/03/15/gay.marriage.ny.ap/index.html"&gt;more arrests&lt;/a&gt; for people officiating over gay marriages.  However, this is possibly the first time that clergy members have been arrested on the same grounds as elected officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, hello?  What about separation of church and state?  Despite the fact that one minister signed an affidavit for the couples, I'm not quite sure that the minster has the authority to consider the union a civil one, or legally binding.  From what I read in the article, there's really no merit the charge; possibly a fraud charge, as they were acting as a legal authority?  I obviously don't know the law in this area, so it's all conjecture from my end, as usual. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107939270372064117?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107939270372064117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107939270372064117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107939270372064117' title='AND, OF COURSE, AS SOON AS I STEP OFF MY SOAPBOX:'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107939199671402000</id><published>2004-03-15T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:09:48.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A HISTORICAL VIEW OF SAME-SEX MARRIAGES AND THE LAW</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/3x9jb"&gt;FindLaw.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Now, I find it interesting that the ruling in &lt;a href="http://laws.findlaw.com/us/434/374.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zablocki v. Redhail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has not, in effect, struck down current and future laws against same-sex marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I find the following statement to be essentially true, especially after the  &lt;a href="http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_nakedvoyeur_archive.html#105665011750517079"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lawrence v. Texas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ruling from last year (the article was written in 2002):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Furthermore, the American judicial system has a significant homophobic edge to it. No doubt, a state bureaucrat in at least one of the other 49 states would refuse to recognize another state's same-sex marriage and the dispute would go the U.S. Supreme Court. The U.S. Supreme Court would have to decide which takes precedent: the full faith and credit clause of the U.S. Constitution, the Defense of Marriage Act or a state's assertion that same-sex marriages violate the public policy of that state. Virtually all constitutional scholars agree that in any other kind of case the U.S. Supreme Court -- especially the conservative justices who like to be consistent in constitutional interpretations -- would rule that full faith and credit takes precedent. But can you imagine Justices Rehnquist, Scalia and Thomas voting in favor of same-sex marriages? It's unlikely, but only time will tell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all this talk still brings more unanswered questions:  How does &lt;a href="http://www-unix.oit.umass.edu/~leg450/doma.htm"&gt;The Federal Defense of Marriage Act&lt;/a&gt; effect couples who have gotten married in Canada?  Does the full faith and credit clause apply to these contracts?  And how will those who *have* been married in San Francisco, New Mexico, Portland, and New York file their income taxes next year?  Married, Single, etc?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107939199671402000?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107939199671402000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107939199671402000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107939199671402000' title='A HISTORICAL VIEW OF SAME-SEX MARRIAGES AND THE LAW'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107938664714650057</id><published>2004-03-15T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:20:44.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERESTING TURN OF EVENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mellow-drama.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; mentions a new Australian law that is &lt;a href="http://www.heraldsun.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5478,8907485%255E2862,00.html"&gt;banning swords&lt;/a&gt; in public.  Now, from what I understand, many of the law officers of the region do not carry guns, and the weapons that are used for criminal submission would obviously not have the same reach as a sword, as a weapon.  &lt;i&gt;(Addendum:  Thanks to my lil' Kiwi, I was informed that the Aussie cops *do* have guns, but not in New Zealand.  My mistake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the question is why is there such a sudden increase in these weapons?  Now, I'm sure it's a bit of culture bias, but I think it's also a bit of practicality:  really, what can you get done in daily life with a scabbard attached to your belt?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon me, but I may need to unsheath myself before I get into that ferris wheel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to dance?  Watch out for my swinging sword!" (Hrm.  Depending on the person, that might not be such an unusual request)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, "Now &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; a knife!"  (I think Paul Hogan has ruined the idea of Aussies and Kiwis for most of Americans living in the '80s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Clockwork Orange - DJ Tiesto -  (5:48)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107938664714650057?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107938664714650057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107938664714650057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938664714650057' title='INTERESTING TURN OF EVENTS'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107938556982229676</id><published>2004-03-15T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T15:22:42.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY, LAZY LAZY.</title><content type='html'>Well, sort of.  Although I've been very short of posts here, I have been spending hours categorizing and editing &lt;a href="http://www.chud2themax.com/main"&gt;my new home&lt;/a&gt;, and basically just been spending time sending out more resumes, and doing laundry.  Such an exciting time, don'tcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Da Doo Ron Ron -  The Donnas  -  (1:26)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107938556982229676?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107938556982229676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107938556982229676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938556982229676' title='LAZY, LAZY LAZY.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107921232764053409</id><published>2004-03-13T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:15:16.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MT UPDATE:</title><content type='html'>It's almost complete.  I've been editing quite a few of my posts, and tweaking the template here and there, so expect the new launch of &lt;a href="http://www.chud2themax.com/main"&gt;Naked Jay, 2.0&lt;/a&gt; to begin in about a week or so.  Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Mood Indigo  -  Nina Simone  -  (4:02)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107921232764053409?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107921232764053409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107921232764053409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107921232764053409' title='MT UPDATE:'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107921224675298071</id><published>2004-03-13T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:13:58.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(MOUTH AGAPE)</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/playingitstraight/"&gt;Playing It Straight&lt;/a&gt;, which aired last night, and I'm just not sure what I think about it.  I don't know if I like it or not.  It's relatively entertaining, but I'm not a big fan of a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the much more entertaining &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Boy_Meets_Boy/"&gt;Boy Meets Boy&lt;/a&gt;, the show is based on the participants and the audience using their "gaydar" to figure out who's gay or straight by widely known stereotypes.  Blech. (The flip side to that in this show, is that it might be able to show audiences that all gay men are not effeminate flamers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, especially in the pilot, the gay men, who have always known the premise and that they have to "play it straight," are almost villainized money-hungry homos.  Sorry, but anyone who participates in a dating show like this is money-hungry; finding "love" is just an added bonus, IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of TV, &lt;a href="http://www.charter.com/"&gt;Charter&lt;/a&gt; finally moved our area over to the new channel lineup, so I've been immersing myself in &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/"&gt;the Bravo network.&lt;/a&gt;  (Now, if they could only bring Cable Modems to our neighborhood, I'd be happy as a lark.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Significant_Others/"&gt;Significant Others&lt;/a&gt;, which is one of the funniest shows I've seen in quite a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Maroon 5 - This Love -  Maroon 5  -  (4:26)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107921224675298071?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107921224675298071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107921224675298071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107921224675298071' title='(MOUTH AGAPE)'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107893701189616138</id><published>2004-03-10T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:46:35.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL, AT LEAST SOMEONE ENJOYED THE MVC TOURNAMENT IN STYLE</title><content type='html'>You know, after reading &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/3gwr4"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;,  volunteering at the tourney doesn't sound like a bad idea for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107893701189616138?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107893701189616138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107893701189616138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893701189616138' title='WELL, AT LEAST SOMEONE ENJOYED THE MVC TOURNAMENT IN STYLE'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107893499199476866</id><published>2004-03-10T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:14:29.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNEW IT WOULDN'T TAKE LONG. . .</title><content type='html'>The topic of Gay Marriage now has an official &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl_bette_midler.htm"&gt;Urban Legend&lt;/a&gt;.  Of course, I'm sure it's a nice sentiment to lots of gay men in particular that &lt;a href="http://www.bettemidler.com/"&gt;Bathhouse Betty&lt;/a&gt; would support the issue, but does anyone think that a leader would change his mind on a topic, just because a celebrity wrote them anyway?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I've been ignoring the &lt;i&gt;common people&lt;/i&gt;, but now that &lt;i&gt;you've&lt;/i&gt; wrote such an eloquent letter, Ms. Midler, I'll just change my position.  Have I ever told you that &lt;a href="http://www.experiencethedivine.com/beaches.html"&gt;Beaches&lt;/a&gt; is one of Laura's favorite movies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: John Mayer -  Comfortable  -  (5:02)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107893499199476866?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107893499199476866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107893499199476866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893499199476866' title='I KNEW IT WOULDN&apos;T TAKE LONG. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107888147285470209</id><published>2004-03-09T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:20:56.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT!</title><content type='html'>I *so* rock today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Movable Type to install on my server.  Much thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.chrisamiller.com/blog"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://king-of-fools.com/archives/000240.php"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; for all the help.  Now, seeing as how I'm a bit OCD about these things, and I've got entirely too much time on my hands these days, don't expect a full move to the new system till the end of the month or so. I've got almost 700 entries to edit  (who knew erratic posting over two years made so many entries?) , and I want to get a new template.  But, it's finally imported, which was the main thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Will I?  -  Original Broadway Cast  - RENT  (2:31)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107888147285470209?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107888147285470209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107888147285470209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888147285470209' title='WOOT!'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107880841526398277</id><published>2004-03-08T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T13:25:38.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKIN' AY.</title><content type='html'>A three-hour game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MVC's first Double Overtime game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Bears got too foul-happy, &lt;a href="http://www.mvc-sports.com/webapps/release?id=2566"&gt;and the Panthers won 79-74&lt;/a&gt;, basically, by free-throw shots in the second overtime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: She Lives In My Lap (Ft Rosari - Outkast - Ghettomusick VLS (4:25)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107880841526398277?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107880841526398277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107880841526398277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107880841526398277' title='FUCKIN&apos; AY.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107871857149530173</id><published>2004-03-07T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T22:05:52.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE QUICK NOTE BEFORE BED</title><content type='html'>It's been an exhausting day today, and the funeral tomorrow is sure to be the same.  But. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to continue boasting about the Bears, as they &lt;a href="http://www.mvc-sports.com/webapps/release?id=2559"&gt;beat the Salukis 80 - 74.  &lt;/a&gt;  I wish I could've seen it, or more appropriately, had the foresight to tape it.  But you can bet your sweet ass that I'm taping the &lt;a href="http://www.mvc-sports.com/webapps/release?id=2561"&gt;final showdown&lt;/a&gt; on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't *remember* the last time I was excited about the men's basketball program.   (The Lady Bears aren't doing so bad, either; they won the &lt;a href="http://www.smsbears.net/webapps/release?id=1405"&gt;regular season MVC title&lt;/a&gt;, and are&lt;a href="http://www.mvc-sports.com/webapps/release?id=2557"&gt; top seeded in the tournament&lt;/a&gt; next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be cool if both teams won their conference tournaments?  I wonder when *that* happened last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107871857149530173?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107871857149530173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107871857149530173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871857149530173' title='ONE QUICK NOTE BEFORE BED'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107861615613198060</id><published>2004-03-06T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T17:38:55.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW THAT'S SOME GREAT BASKETBALL.</title><content type='html'>While I've been frantically cleaning the house in preparation for my brother, sister, et. al arriving for the funeral tomorrow, I slowed down a bit to watch a fucking awesome &lt;a href="http://www.mvc-sports.com/webapps/release?id=2555"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.mvc.org/mbb/MBBBracket.pdf"&gt;MVC Tournament&lt;/a&gt;.  The Bears look like they've got a decent team again, and most of the Freshmen are already standing out as players that might lead the team to bigger and brighter victories.  &lt;a href="http://www.smsbears.net/webapps/release?id=1394"&gt;Blake Ahearn&lt;/a&gt;, for example, was just phenomenal today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all this talk may be a bit too enthusiastic.  After all, they've got to beat the &lt;a href="http://siusalukis.ocsn.com/"&gt;#1 seeded Salukis&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.  So, I'll wait, and boast more after they win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107861615613198060?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107861615613198060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107861615613198060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861615613198060' title='NOW THAT&apos;S SOME GREAT BASKETBALL.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107861523553705819</id><published>2004-03-06T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T17:23:34.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/green-eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Inner Eye Color Is Green&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're off-scale unique and creative - just like green eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're peaceful, relaxed, and easy to be around&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got an exotic flair that draws men in... with unique beauty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/eyequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Your Inner Eye Color? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had green contacts once; it was a sample pair, luckily, because they made me look a bit demonic.  So, I wore one green one and one clear one when I was in a haunted house later that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107861523553705819?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107861523553705819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107861523553705819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861523553705819' title='HEHE.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107851532873399729</id><published>2004-03-05T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T13:38:26.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT MY WEEK, PART DEUX:</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night, I had a wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.dineatmangia.com/"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt; with Michael, then we just laid about and watched a few more episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.bbcamerica.com/genre/comedy_games/coupling/coupling.jsp"&gt;Coupling Season 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were watching it, I wasn't feeling well, not exactly getting a good "vibe," so to speak, so I went to bed.  That night, I had a dream that grandma was going to die yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shaken by the dream, so I called in to Accountemps.  I spent the day firing off resumes all about town, and as I was ready to leave that night, to meet Michael and his friend, Katie (I know, two nights in a row?  But I wanted to finally meet Katie, and I was tired of being in the house, playing the waiting game), Dad called from the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma passed away around 9:30 or so last night.  Luckily, all of her surviving children were there with her.  Surprisingly, Mom had just gotten off the phone with Dad not even 20 minutes earlier for an update, and he said she seemed alright, about the same as Wednesday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that I still went out, with little concern as to what I could do, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad because I'm not really that emotional about it.  I'd never been close to my paternal grandmother, and I was preparing myself for her imminent death all week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad, because I don't feel bad.  Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'll probably be a little more emotional when the actual wake/funeral happens, but not for the loss of my grandma, but because of the hurting that my surviving family members are going through.  I know they drive me absolutely batty, but they're still my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, if I don't post for the next few days, you'll understand why.  I've got an interview in the plans next week, and I'll of course let you all know how it goes, when it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107851532873399729?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107851532873399729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107851532873399729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107851532873399729' title='NOT MY WEEK, PART DEUX:'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107836013171326758</id><published>2004-03-03T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T18:31:47.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT HAS *DEFINITELY* NOT BEEN MY WEEK.</title><content type='html'>So, today, on the way out to the car, going to the horrendously boring job, I found out that I had a flat tire.  Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seeing as how I know how to change my tire, I call Accountemps, and tell them that I'm going to be at said boring job about a half an hour late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I jack up the car, and get the rim off, the weather goes from a light sprinkle (annoying) to a torrential downpour.  Just like that.  After screwing around in the pouring rain for about 10 minutes, I decided to just swallow my pride, and take the bus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm an hour late, I worked through lunch, and left about an hour early, hoping for just enough daylight and non-raining to change my tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate was on my side, as I finished it all right before a light sprinkle began.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's the little things that make you the happiest, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107836013171326758?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107836013171326758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107836013171326758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836013171326758' title='IT HAS *DEFINITELY* NOT BEEN MY WEEK.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107829171978656411</id><published>2004-03-02T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:31:34.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A QUICK NOTE BEFORE BED.</title><content type='html'>Today, I started, quite possibly, my most boring temp assignment yet.  It's only for a week (thank god), but the bright side, is that it's downtown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah!  I spent my lunch hour sunning myself in &lt;a href="http://stlouis.missouri.org/citygov/parks/parks_div/kienerplaza.htm"&gt;Kiener Plaza&lt;/a&gt;, reminiscing of the good ol' days, when &lt;a href="http://www.mellow-drama.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; and I would meet for lunch, both working just a block or two away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm watching (ok, listening to, as I attempt to fall asleep) &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3036697/"&gt;primary coverage on Hardball&lt;/a&gt; (not because I particularly like Chris Matthews, or Pat Robertson specifically,  but because &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3036677/"&gt;Keith Olbermann&lt;/a&gt; isn't on), and they mentioned possible VP candidates of John Kerry.  One name mentioned, not surprisingly, if you think about it, was &lt;a href="http://www.dickgephardt2004.com/"&gt;Dick Gephardt&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I'd be willing to vote for a Kerry-Gephardt ticket, but the first thought that popped in my head, probably in part because of the many articles I recently perused in the &lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/"&gt;Village Voice&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/issues/0409/powe.php"&gt;gay marriage&lt;/a&gt;, was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hrm.  Wouldn't it be ironic to have another Vice President with a &lt;a href="http://www.dearmary.com/mary/milkcarton.html"&gt;lesbian daughter&lt;/a&gt;, skirting around gay marriage?  Interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107829171978656411?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107829171978656411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107829171978656411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107829171978656411' title='A QUICK NOTE BEFORE BED.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107820658761830393</id><published>2004-03-01T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:52:40.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAARRRRGH.</title><content type='html'>I wish that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I knew about &lt;a href="http://www.schlafly.com/beerdinner.gabrielles.shtml"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; earlier&lt;br /&gt;b) Had an actual job, so that I could afford it if I *had* known about it &lt;br /&gt;c) Didn't have a crappy car, and hate driving to Chesterfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I'd be having a *very* fulfilling dinner tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107820658761830393?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107820658761830393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107820658761830393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107820658761830393' title='AAAARRRRGH.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107820616905979191</id><published>2004-03-01T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:45:41.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OY.  I'M WATCHING THE STL VERSION OF ELIMIDATE.</title><content type='html'>Wow.  It's painful to see.  (This week, click on "Monday" to see the show I'm watching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaimee, I think you *should* have signed me up for this show.  Cause these guys are all schmucks.  Well, at least the jock, Dave, is, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's relatively cute, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the date started out at &lt;a href="http://www.beeradvocate.com/beerfly/user_reviews/4340/"&gt;McGurks&lt;/a&gt;, yet not *one* of the guys are drinking &lt;a href="http://www.guinness.com"&gt;Guinness&lt;/a&gt;.  I think that's the first problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.  The problem *is* the jock.  He just defiled a cake by showing his "oral skills," after mentioning his "south pole." And that he's dated *21* girls at the same time.  You *never* mention that you're dating someone else on a date.  Especially not on national television.   What an asshat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the girl ditched the quiet one, Brad, who may or may not have been me.  Y'all know how shy I am around women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to &lt;a href="http://www.beeradvocate.com/beerfly/user_reviews/7195/"&gt;the Ale house&lt;/a&gt;, where Dave made a complete ass of himself, yet again, then she ditched the funny guy, Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys danced with her, and Peter, the one who's obviously going to be the one she picks, was the better dancer, baked her a cake as a welcoming gift, and is a bartender.  (Which *definitely* doesn't excuse the non-Guinness drinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dropped the jock after he screamed a marriage proposal on a hayride, and chose Peter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh.  I should be trying to sleep, not wasting my time with these damned dating shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107820616905979191?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107820616905979191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107820616905979191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107820616905979191' title='OY.  I&apos;M WATCHING THE STL VERSION OF &lt;a href=&quot;http://elimidate.warnerbros.com/&quot;&gt;ELIMIDATE&lt;/a&gt;.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107819199592055104</id><published>2004-03-01T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:49:28.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SADLY, NO STRONGBAD TODAY.</title><content type='html'>But. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a new &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs5.html"&gt;Teen Girl Squad!&lt;/a&gt;  Clickety click on the link to see what all the fuss is about.  And, if you've met me IRL, you'll understand why I wear that &lt;a href="http://store.yahoo.com/homestarrunner/tegisqshforg.html"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/a&gt; occasionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107819199592055104?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107819199592055104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107819199592055104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819199592055104' title='SADLY, NO &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail.html&quot;&gt;STRONGBAD&lt;/a&gt; TODAY.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107819132494218030</id><published>2004-03-01T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:38:17.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/lvn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Georgia Ref, Book Antiqua, Garamond" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;Lolita&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;by Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.&lt;br /&gt;Please stay away from children.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't I have been something a bit less pervy?  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0394800788?v=glance"&gt;Horton Hears a Who!&lt;/a&gt;, maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107819132494218030?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107819132494218030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107819132494218030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819132494218030' title='OUCH.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107819107618711232</id><published>2004-03-01T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:35:08.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KUDOS TO GGWOO FOR THE LINKAGE. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/camb.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font face="Georgia Ref, Verdana, Eurostile, Tahoma, Arial" size="3"&gt;You're Cambodia!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Life's been really rough, but it's slowly improving. You know way too much about the skeletal structure of humans, mostly from being forced to study it. This has given you a fear of many things, most especially the color red. The future has to be more promising though, and your greatest adversary can now never come back to hurt you any more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/cquiz.htm"&gt;Country Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107819107618711232?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107819107618711232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107819107618711232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819107618711232' title='KUDOS TO &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ggwoo.com&quot;&gt;GGWOO&lt;/a&gt; FOR THE LINKAGE. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107819023768235298</id><published>2004-03-01T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:20:10.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYA SLACKASS, WHAT'S WITH THE LACK OF POSTING?</title><content type='html'>Busy, busy busy, my friends.  Well, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Friday, my grandmother is in hospice, waiting to die.  So a lot of my time has been spent in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I took a break, seeing the surprisingly wonderful talents of Parkway West High School students in "Guys and Dolls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg's boyfriend choreographed the show (disclaimer:  despite his proprensity for the youngins', said boyfriend is actually a teacher at the school), and his orchestrations were very good, despite the musical theater mainstays of jazz hands, box steps, and the charleston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been emailing and faxing resumes with reckless abandon, and have a few nice leads.  I start a small temp assignment tomorrow with Accountemps, which will help out a little, while I wait for my big whompin (under $100 a week) unemployment benefits to start kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to say the least, I've had a lot on my mind.  Regular posting will resume shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107819023768235298?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107819023768235298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107819023768235298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819023768235298' title='HEYA SLACKASS, WHAT&apos;S WITH THE LACK OF POSTING?'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107784482295377005</id><published>2004-02-26T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T19:23:10.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE. CUE THE "LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS" SOUNDTRACK</title><content type='html'>I figure I should explain why this is funny, particularly the last profession listed (dentist).  A few weeks ago, Michael and I ran into a delightfully obnoxious man named Vincent.  (Apparently, I have a knack for attracting the crazy people in any crowd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that he was a barber, and after a few moments of physically showing me what my hair "should" look like, he mentioned that I looked "like that guy in the movie with the plant that eats people."  We're still not sure if he meant Seymour, or The Dentist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm pretty sure it's just funny to me.  I guess you had to be there, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!--71.05 51.16 71.88 53.66--&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Extroverted (E) 71.05% Introverted (I) 28.95%&lt;br&gt; Realistic (S) 51.16% Imaginative (N) 48.84%&lt;br&gt; Intellectual (T) 71.88% Emotional (F) 28.13%&lt;br&gt; Organized (J) 53.66% Easygoing (P) 46.34%&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Your type is: &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;ESTJ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="280quot;&gt;&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; You are an Administrator, possible professions include - government employee, pharmaceutical sales, auditor, computer analyst, technical trainer, project manager, officer manager, factory supervisor, credit analyst, electrical engineer, stockbroker, regulatory compliance officer, chief information officer, construction worker, general contractor, paralegal, industrial engineer, budget analyst, data base manager, funeral director, cook, security guard, dentist. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/career.html"&gt;Take Free Career Inventory Personality Test&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/3581115-107784482295377005?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107784482295377005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107784482295377005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784482295377005' title='HEHE. CUE THE &quot;LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS&quot; SOUNDTRACK'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107784374912048991</id><published>2004-02-26T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T19:05:16.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLINE TESTS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/leader/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I wish I could see what the other choices are, I can honestly say I'm not surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107784374912048991?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107784374912048991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107784374912048991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784374912048991' title='ONLINE TESTS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107784286900609319</id><published>2004-02-26T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:52:10.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.  WELL, AT LEAST IT WAS CORRECT FOR ME. . .</title><content type='html'>However, the jury's still out on &lt;a href="http://thay_space.livejournal.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, although I honestly can't understand why. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Bisexual!&lt;br /&gt;You lika da penis and you lika da vagina. Good for&lt;br&gt;you! You don't care who goes down on you...&lt;br&gt;People think you are gay and won't admit it or&lt;br&gt;just plain greedy... (you slut.) But don't mind&lt;br&gt;them! Vive la difference!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MexitalianBoy/quizzes/What%20is%20my%20sexual%20orientation%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is my sexual orientation?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: black is the color of my true love's hair - Nina simone - Verve Remixed 2 (4:58)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107784286900609319?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107784286900609319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107784286900609319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784286900609319' title='HEHE.  WELL, AT LEAST IT WAS CORRECT FOR ME. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107783244265624415</id><published>2004-02-26T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:56:50.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MORE FRATERNITY-RELATED QUESTION, THEN I'LL STOP BORING THE NON-BROTHERS:</title><content type='html'>Ok, kids, does anyone know anything about the &lt;a href="http://www.phisigmapi.org/jobs.html"&gt;Region Consultant&lt;/a&gt; position?  I'm thinking of putting my hat into the ring, why not?  Any pros/cons that you can think of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107783244265624415?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107783244265624415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107783244265624415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783244265624415' title='ONE MORE FRATERNITY-RELATED QUESTION, THEN I&apos;LL STOP BORING THE NON-BROTHERS:'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107783164372109077</id><published>2004-02-26T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:43:30.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRD.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm driving up to 7-11, to get a Dr. Pepper (and. . . a  paper?  Would you believe a paper?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm driving to 7-11, and the car directly in front of me has a &lt;a href="http://www.ubgreek.com/Products/PSP288.jpg"&gt;PSP Decal&lt;/a&gt; in the window. (OK, it wasn't that one, it was the one that some chapter sells every year at convention.  Bros, you know which one I'm talking about, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was a Maroon Toyota Celica.  The car didn't look familiar to me, but whoever it was lives or works somewhere nearby, because Morganford isn't exactly a main artery of St. Louis, really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to honk, and wave, and make a scene, but I figured it would've involved me basically sticking my head out the window, and yelling our Fraternal word, in order to get this person's attention. (I couldn't even get a good enough look to see if it was a man or woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm intrigued.  Anyone have any ideas who it might've been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  The Look Of Love  -  Nina Simone  -  (2:23)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107783164372109077?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107783164372109077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107783164372109077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783164372109077' title='WEIRD.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107782911406683712</id><published>2004-02-26T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:02:07.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.  DOES THIS MEAN I'LL NEVER BE ANYONE'S PERFECT MATCH? *SNIFFLE*</title><content type='html'>So, just on a whim, I tried searching for my profile, to see how compatible I'd be with myself.  And, surprisingly, I'm only 90% compatible with myself.  But this is the most interesting part.  I'm not sure if I should be offended or congratulated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compared to males his age:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is less moral than most.	&lt;br /&gt;He is more arrogant than most.	&lt;br /&gt;He is less old-fashioned than most.	&lt;br /&gt;He is more adventurous than most.	&lt;br /&gt;He is greedier than most.	&lt;br /&gt;He is less pure than most.	&lt;br /&gt;He is more independent than most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedier than most?  I think it's all relative if I have a job or not.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Ne Me Quitte Pas - Nina Simone - Ne me quitte pas (5:18)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107782911406683712?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107782911406683712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107782911406683712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782911406683712' title='HEHE.  DOES THIS MEAN I&apos;LL NEVER BE ANYONE&apos;S PERFECT MATCH? *SNIFFLE*'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107782840685598180</id><published>2004-02-26T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T14:49:34.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN YOU, INTERNET! *SHAKES FIST*</title><content type='html'>I'm kidding, Internet.  Ike loves you, baby.  I just get so angry sometimes. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm just dabbling today with random job websites, reading blog posts that I'm horribly behind on, and toolin' around on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OK Cupid.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I want a cigarette like noone's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Dr. Pepper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that if I run up to the local 7-11 to get a Dr. P, I'll be likely to buy some smokes too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that my grandmother is in the hospital.  I've never been very close to her, but I'm sure Dad's going to be on edge until she gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All well,  I'll just amuse myself with other's writings, and the lovely Nina Simone. (This is my favorite song of hers, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Here Comes the Sun - Nina Simone -  (4:58)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107782840685598180?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107782840685598180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107782840685598180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782840685598180' title='DAMN YOU, INTERNET! *SHAKES FIST*'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107777701625926637</id><published>2004-02-26T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T00:33:02.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AH, THAT'S MUCH BETTER.</title><content type='html'>Well, it took me a little while to sort through the 80+ links on my multiple blogrolls, I've simplified it down to. . . nearly half.  I've got quite a few that I can access through my news reader, so I think I'll definitely be keeping better tabs than I have in the past.  We'll see, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107777701625926637?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107777701625926637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107777701625926637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777701625926637' title='AH, THAT&apos;S MUCH BETTER.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107776316701289756</id><published>2004-02-25T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:42:13.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAINSTORM!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm currently editing my ridiculously large Blogroll, and I've decided to just limit the ones I want to keep (and there's still quite a few), to those that aren't using RSS/Atom to syndicate.  Plus, this reader makes it easier to check all my favorites at once.  Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107776316701289756?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107776316701289756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107776316701289756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776316701289756' title='BRAINSTORM!'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107775100888141097</id><published>2004-02-25T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T17:19:35.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.  I COULDN'T HAVE PICKED THIS ANSWER IF I TRIED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/oraltipquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/pierced-tongue.jpg" alt="Pierced Tongue" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Oral Sex Tip You Should Try Is: A Pierced Tongue&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to oral, you've mastered almost every skill around&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides digging through untranlated exotic sex manuals, you've got one option left&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pierced tongue is almost sure to drive anyone wild, but when combined with your skills...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out! You'll be so good that if you're not careful, you might not have regular sex again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/oraltipsquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Oral Tip Should You Try?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107775100888141097?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107775100888141097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107775100888141097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107775100888141097' title='HEHE.  I COULDN&apos;T HAVE PICKED THIS ANSWER IF I TRIED.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107775070748242627</id><published>2004-02-25T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T17:14:33.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE BEEN ATOMIZED. . .</title><content type='html'>As I wrote the title, I was reminded of &lt;a href="http://www2.warnerbros.com/web/willywonka/home.jsp"&gt;Willy Wonka&lt;/a&gt;, and the scene where "Mike TV" is shrunken via the magic video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Blogger is now offering an &lt;a href="http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=697"&gt;Atom Feed&lt;/a&gt;, which can be read by &lt;a href="http://www.atomenabled.org/everyone/atomenabled/"&gt;Certain RSS readers&lt;/a&gt;.  I suggest &lt;a href="http://www.synop.com/Products/SauceReader/"&gt;Sauce Reader&lt;/a&gt;, which has easy controls, and also reads regular RSS feeds from your favorite blogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. . .you can add my feed by going &lt;a href="http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, or by visiting the link on the left column of my template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Love Story (Tim Deluxe Mixshow - Layo &amp; Bushwacka featuring Nina Simone) -  (8:02)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107775070748242627?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107775070748242627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107775070748242627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107775070748242627' title='I&apos;VE BEEN ATOMIZED. . .'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107774876447909697</id><published>2004-02-25T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:42:10.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGES, THEY ARE A COMIN'</title><content type='html'>Minor changes, but changes all the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that using the "Title" option of blogger changes the font, which I quite fancy.  So, I'll be changing my typical "Bold" titles to the Title option.  Can we say a bit OCD, ladies and gentlemen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll be updating my blogroll.  It'll be much shorter, by the time I'm done,  hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  I Thought That's What You Liked About Me  -  Lisa Stansfield  -  (3:55)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107774876447909697?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107774876447909697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107774876447909697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107774876447909697' title='CHANGES, THEY ARE A COMIN&apos;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107765004389410944</id><published>2004-02-24T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:36:26.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN, I ROCK SO HARD.</title><content type='html'>So, if you noticed my last entry, my template was a bit screwy.  I realized that the culprit lay in my &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; toolbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was change the size of the search box, and voila!  Template's fixed, and I don't need to get a new one.  Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could just figure out a way to fully get rid of that pesky ad at the top of the screen. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Swing - Baby I Need Your Lovin'  -  Lisa Stansfield  -  (3:39)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107765004389410944?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107765004389410944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107765004389410944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765004389410944' title='MAN, I ROCK SO HARD.'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107757988911520929</id><published>2004-02-23T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:36:43.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSES!</title><content type='html'>Dammit!  In case you haven't noticed, I changed my template today.  But dammit, it's not working well in &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/ie/default.asp"&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/a&gt;, but it's working in &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.org/products/firefox/"&gt;Mozilla&lt;/a&gt;, which used to be my problem with my other CSS templates.  Grrrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: See Line Woman (MAW Remix) - MAW feat Nina Simone - Bonusbeats 2K2 Vol 1 (10:06)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107757988911520929?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107757988911520929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107757988911520929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757988911520929' title='&lt;b&gt;CURSES!&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-10775758183510618</id><published>2004-02-23T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:39:23.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.  GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE, ONCE AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mellow-drama.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; and I came up with the same result.  I'm not surprised, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE RULE 20(a)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Rule 20, an important part of the Federal&lt;br&gt;Rules' policy of permissive joinder.  You are&lt;br&gt;designed specifically to allow as many parties&lt;br&gt;in an action as can be tried efficiently, and&lt;br&gt;you'll include someone as long as there is some&lt;br&gt;factual overlap between a claim involving them&lt;br&gt;and the rest of the case at hand.  You are&lt;br&gt;popular, out-going, and are never far from&lt;br&gt;friends.  However, your overly gregarious&lt;br&gt;nature and magnanimous approach to all things&lt;br&gt;cause your closest friends to wonder that, even&lt;br&gt;when you're surrounded by your compatriots,&lt;br&gt;there is a part of you that feels cold and very&lt;br&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WrenchofDelivery/quizzes/Which%20Federal%20Rule%20of%20Civil%20Procedure%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Nina's Blues  -  nina simone  -  (3:07)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-10775758183510618?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/10775758183510618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/10775758183510618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10775758183510618' title='&lt;b&gt;HEHE.  GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE, ONCE AGAIN.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107756887157160380</id><published>2004-02-23T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:39:47.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH, NOTHING LIKE A LITTLE STRONG BAD TO MAKE THE DAY A LITTLE BRIGHTER:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your enjoyment, I give you not &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail99.html"&gt;one,&lt;/a&gt; but &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail97.html"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; songs o' Strong Bad. (For the second one, click on "technochocolate" at the end of the email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. . . .Grumblecakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Wish I Knew How It Would Feel - Nina Simone  (3:07)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107756887157160380?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107756887157160380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107756887157160380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756887157160380' title='&lt;b&gt;AHH, NOTHING LIKE A LITTLE &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail.html&quot;&gt;STRONG BAD&lt;/a&gt; TO MAKE THE DAY A LITTLE BRIGHTER:&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107755486506956048</id><published>2004-02-23T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:40:04.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE INTERRUPT YOUR REGULAR BLOG VIEWING FOR THIS IMPORTANT MESSAGE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.senate.mo.gov/04INFO/billtext/SJ029.htm"&gt;senate bill to ban gay and lesbian marriage (SJR 29)&lt;/a&gt; will be debated this week (2/23 - 2/27).  This is an outrageous plan to amend the state constitution to discriminate against gay and lesbian Missourians. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Your Senator needs to know that you oppose this bill.  If you haven't yet done so, please email or call your Senator and urge them to vote NO on Senate Joint Resolution 29.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Don't know who your state senator is?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.senate.state.mo.us/04info/leg_lookup.htm"&gt;Missouri Legislator Look-up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For more information, visit:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.promoonline.org/"&gt;PROMO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Mood Indigo  -  Nina Simone  -  (4:02)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107755486506956048?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107755486506956048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107755486506956048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755486506956048' title='&lt;b&gt;WE INTERRUPT YOUR REGULAR BLOG VIEWING FOR THIS IMPORTANT MESSAGE:&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107755342688016908</id><published>2004-02-23T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:42:56.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, YEAH, AND ONE MORE THING.</title><content type='html'>I found a new &lt;a href="http://organizations.smsu.edu/scat"&gt;student organization&lt;/a&gt; at SMS.  I hear it's the shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and &lt;a href="http://www.truman.edu"&gt;Truman&lt;/a&gt; won the competition.  &lt;a href="http://www.chrisamiller.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; should be proud.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Ne Me Quitte Pas - Nina Simone (5:18)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107755342688016908?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107755342688016908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107755342688016908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755342688016908' title='&lt;b&gt;OH, YEAH, AND ONE MORE THING.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107755323701893963</id><published>2004-02-23T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:43:25.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PLUS DE CHOSES CHANGENT, PLUS QU'ILS RESTENT LA MEME CHOSE.</title><content type='html'>The more things change, the more they stay the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note:  Springfield, MO isn't nearly as much fun when 1) you're not in school there, and 2) most of your close friends graduated when you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few things that were different:  &lt;a href="http://www.ziggiescafe.com/"&gt;Ziggie's&lt;/a&gt; is now totally non-smoking, and have a new "North" location.  I was a bit worried, because at first, I thought they bought out George's steakhouse. (Luckily, they didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about Ziggie's is that a competing restaurant opened across from the original Campbell location.  They offer similar food, and allow smoking.  It's appropriately named "Ciggie's".  Crack me up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need to help at College Bowl, so I spent the weekend in total "relax" mode.  I definitely needed it after last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthascomplex.com"&gt;Martha's&lt;/a&gt; was the same as usual:  bad DJ mixes, complete with times of silence; same people, except a surprisingly large amount of older (post-college age) straight couples in the mix.  Chanon told me that apparently, Martha's is the "trendy" place to go.  *shrug*  I can't imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished off the trip with an out-of-the-way stop to &lt;a href="http://www.flatbranch.com"&gt;Flat Branch&lt;/a&gt; in Columbia.  Good food, good beer, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Sinnerman   -  Nina Simone  -  (10:19)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107755323701893963?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107755323701893963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107755323701893963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755323701893963' title='&lt;b&gt;PLUS DE CHOSES CHANGENT, PLUS QU&apos;ILS RESTENT LA MEME CHOSE.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107731081874195461</id><published>2004-02-20T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:43:41.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW, WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THIS FREE TIME (AGAIN).</title><content type='html'>So, I found out (as I was leaving) that my assignment at SLUH is officially over.  So, I'm a bit sad that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to all the friends I made, and that I realized on the way home that I left some computer speakers and headphones there (which I will pick up on Monday), but it was for the best, I think.  It wasn't really a good match, job-wise, and the last week has left me with a bitter taste in my mouth towards the management there, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, it's back to the drawing board (job-wise), back to some hard-core blogging, a new template change (I'm jealous of &lt;a href="http://www.mellow-drama.com"&gt;Jen's&lt;/a&gt; new digs), and hopefully, some eventual switch to MT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, however, I'm off with Greg to Springfield for Nerd-Fest 2004 (aka &lt;a href="http://calendar.smsu.edu/item.asp?EventID=6457"&gt;College Bowl&lt;/a&gt;).  I plan on being good and drunk for most of the weekend, hopefully take advantage of Sober Driver, for old times sake, and maybe, depending on what time we're done on Sunday, and what time Greg wants to leave, help out with Street Cleaning at 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Nina Simone  - I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good-  Big Lebowski Soundtrack  -  (4:07)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107731081874195461?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107731081874195461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107731081874195461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731081874195461' title='&lt;b&gt;WOW, WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THIS FREE TIME (AGAIN).&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107730349911345350</id><published>2004-02-20T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T13:00:58.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS FOR SMOKERS</title><content type='html'>Perhaps a lung cancer &lt;a href="http://www.instapundit.com/archives/014267.php"&gt;vaccine&lt;/a&gt;! (But that doesn't give you an excuse, Jay!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107730349911345350?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107730349911345350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107730349911345350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730349911345350' title='GOOD NEWS FOR SMOKERS'/><author><name>Mellow-Drama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://webpages.charter.net/lisaash/md/smallblog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107723761469234739</id><published>2004-02-19T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:44:05.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL SAID, MY BROTHER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mellow-drama.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; has this to say about gay marriage and Democrats.  As usual, she's pinpointed my thoughts into a much more eloquent rant, which I'm happy to post here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A LETTER TO DEMOCRATS ABOUT GAY MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Democratic Party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I, and many other Americans, are disgusted with your cowardice. In your efforts to garner votes so you can win upcoming elections, you are turning your back on a fundamental denial of rights to an entire class of citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon -- maybe in this decade, maybe in the next, but certainly in my lifetime -- the gay rights equivalent of Brown will be handed down by the Court, or the equivalent of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 will be passed by Congress. In my children's lifetime, people will marvel that there was a time when We the People -- the citizens of the most free nation on earth, embracers of liberty -- thought it was okay to deny certain citizens the right to marry whom they chose when other citizens were allowed to marry -- and divorce -- with impunity. It will be akin to the Civil Rights movement, and we'll tell our kids that yes, some people really felt that way and they said and did everything possible to hold back the tide, but fortunately it was to no avail. Yes, the politicians of the day preached "seperate, but equal" -- in favor of civil unions, against gay marriage -- in an effort to appease the voters from both ends of the spectrum, instead of doing the right thing and taking the moral high road dictated by our nation's governing documents and the principles of equality and fairness that this country was founded upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, maybe in my children's lifetime, maybe in the lifetime of their kids, people will scratch their heads and wonder what all the fuss was about -- of course people can marry whomever they choose! It will be akin to how we now see the women's suffrage movement, and it will be so normal that arguing against it will only make the advocate look like an idiot, a caveman, some strange oddity left over from an intolerant and unenlightened past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans will remember that you were bigots. Unlike during the women's suffrage movement, and the Civil Rights movement, your words are being archived every day on the Internet. They will still be there fifty years from now, a hundred. In digital form, your image and voice will remain, speaking words of compromise and half-victories. Your cowardly stance and the damage done by this denial of fundamental rights and human dignity will be around far longer than the current waves of win-at-all-costs Bush-hatred. When Bush is long gone and equal treatment for citizens remains a distant dream, Americans will remember that you stood by and offered platitudes, rather than taking a stand and risking a little for your constituents. My dear hope is that your words will come back to haunt you, and you will be forced to explain and justify why, in your hunt for power, you were willing to set aside your principles and judgment, and your party was willing to allow that, and the people stood by and did nothing to hold you accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you, Democrats!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, is there any question why we're friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107723761469234739?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107723761469234739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107723761469234739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723761469234739' title='&lt;b&gt;WELL SAID, MY BROTHER.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107723721065688823</id><published>2004-02-19T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:44:19.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOWEVER, LAST NIGHT WAS AN ENTERTAINING EVENING.</title><content type='html'>I went to dinner with Michael and his friends Donna and Darren at &lt;a href="http://www.zoepanasia.com/"&gt;Zoe&lt;/a&gt;, a pretty good restaurant in the CWE, then headed off for drinks at &lt;a href="http://www.saucemagazine.com/drill.php?EstID=651&amp;page=TextSearch.php&amp;Text=Dressel"&gt;Dressel's Pub&lt;/a&gt;.  Good times, but the drinks were a smidge pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic of the evening was a planned trip to Spain the three of them are taking in October.  This actually made me feel a little bit gloomy.  For one, I'm horribly jealous; it seems like they'll have a good time, plus, the idea of having disposable income again to go on a trip seems so far off these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this weekend is a trip to Springfield, to help out with the nerd-fest . . . *ahem*  . . . College Bowl with Greg.  Maybe a change of scenery will make me feel a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Tomb Of The Boom (Feat. Konkre - Big Boi - Speakerboxxx/The Love Below (4:48)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107723721065688823?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107723721065688823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107723721065688823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723721065688823' title='&lt;b&gt;HOWEVER, LAST NIGHT WAS AN ENTERTAINING EVENING.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107723666405996296</id><published>2004-02-19T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:44:39.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEGINNING OF MY EVERYDAY HABITS, AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>I took the day off today from work; I  called in apathetic. . . err. . . "sick."  The next few days are going to be tough, as I really hate training the dimwit woman they replaced me with, and yesterday, my suspicions were confirmed when I found out this woman had not 1) completed an application, nor 2) interviewed with anyone.  My guess is that she was a friend of Lea, who is the manager who I don't really like, anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes it a little bit better, is that it seems that most of the staff will miss me.  It's nice to feel missed, especially with such a sudden departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I went crazy applying for all sorts of jobs.  I followed up on some leads that I found at the &lt;a href="http://www.gcsa.siue.edu"&gt;job fair&lt;/a&gt; I attended yesterday.  Plus, through a little networking through friends, I applied for some jobs at Wash U, and am looking for opportunities at Enterprise and Walgreens, of all places.  No stone unturned, at this point.  I need desperately to get out of this house, get a new car, and get on with attempting to being an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Happy Valentine&amp;rsquo;s Day - Andre 3000 - Speakerboxxx/The Love Below (5:23)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107723666405996296?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107723666405996296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107723666405996296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723666405996296' title='&lt;b&gt;THE BEGINNING OF MY EVERYDAY HABITS, AGAIN.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107720404447016689</id><published>2004-02-19T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:45:03.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.  OF COURSE, TOO MUCH OF AN "APHRODISIAC" CAN BE. . . . A LET DOWN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/aphrodisiacquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/aphro-alcohol.jpg" alt="Alcohol" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Aphrodisiac You Should Try Is: Alcohol&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sex life is not lacking in performance, just in theatrics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you might be a bit shy about bringing out the double headed dildo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few drinks, nothing seems like that big of a deal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol has been proven to lower inhibitions, making it the perfect aphrodisiac for the shy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also, raises the testosterone level in women (temporarily), causing higher libido&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard the term, "liquid panty remover?" ;-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure to remember moderation is the key&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little Red Bull and vodka can keep you primed - and focused&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, be prepared for some thick beer goggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/aphrodisiacquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Aphrodisiac Should You Try?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107720404447016689?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107720404447016689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107720404447016689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107720404447016689' title='&lt;b&gt;HEHE.  OF COURSE, TOO MUCH OF AN &quot;APHRODISIAC&quot; CAN BE. . . . A LET DOWN.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107702860260726743</id><published>2004-02-17T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:45:20.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I SPOKE TOO SOON. . . </title><content type='html'>Well, my day yesterday sucked.  At least, while I was at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out "officially" that I was not going to be hired at SLUH around 10 am.  I was then informed that my replacement was coming later that afternoon, to begin her training.  Interesting.  This woman obviously could not have finished the application and interview process in the time between 2 pm on Friday and 12 pm on Monday.  I've a feeling that I wasn't *really* a contender for the position, and they were just yankin' my chain.  Which of course, pisses me off even more, and makes me not even want to go in today.  Besides, my position will officially end as soon as next Tuesday or Wednesday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I've burned enough employment bridges in my time, and the little cash I'll make this week is less cash that I'll owe my parents, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Michael and I celebrated his birthday at &lt;a href="http://www.modestotapas.com/"&gt;Modesto&lt;/a&gt; with his cute friends, who are a lesbian couple.  I had a good time, but I obviously had a lot on my mind. (On top of finding out about my imminent unemployment, my direct deposit didn't go through on Monday, because of the fucking bank holiday.  So, I couldn't even pay for dinner, as was my original birthday plan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Michael noticed, and continually asked if everything was ok.  I appreciated the concern, but after the third or fourth time, I became less appreciative.  All well, it's the thought that counts, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm off to work.  My replacement has hours from 8-4:30, but *my* hours don't start until 9 am, and I'm not coming a minute too early.  Fuck 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107702860260726743?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107702860260726743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107702860260726743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702860260726743' title='&lt;b&gt;I SPOKE TOO SOON. . . &lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107690767249243077</id><published>2004-02-15T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:45:41.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD WEEKEND, GOOD WEEKEND.</title><content type='html'>Which is good, considering the shitty week I had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I went out drinkin' and trivia playin' with some old school friends, in which I heartily won two of four games. (I rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,  after a relatively painless installation of a new window (grr, grr.),  I went with Greg and Stephanie to &lt;a href="http://www.mardigrasinc.com/TasteOfSoulard.php"&gt;The Taste of Soulard&lt;/a&gt;, where we stuffed ourselves full of food and drink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, I cooked an &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_22514,00.html"&gt;absolutely&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_22516,00.html"&gt;wonderful&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_22517,00.html"&gt;meal&lt;/a&gt; and watched a few movies with Michael, before heading to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the two of us had &lt;a href="http://www.saucecafe.com/citydiner/"&gt;breakfast&lt;/a&gt;, headed back to Soulard for &lt;a href="http://www.mardigrasinc.com/BarkusParade.php"&gt;the Barkus Parade&lt;/a&gt;, then vegged out with a few movies.  We ended the evening with fish 'n' chips at &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2hs4p"&gt;Dressel's Pub&lt;/a&gt;, and now, I'm home.  Tomorrow is dinner with a few of his friends for Michael's birthday, and followed by a probable less socialized week, ending with a trip to Springfield this weekend with Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I realize, as Jen has reminded me, that I'm not playing &lt;a href="http://www.therulesbook.com/"&gt;"The Rules,"&lt;/a&gt; but I'm thoroughly enjoying myself, all the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to:  Sinnerman  -  Nina Simone  -  (0:-1)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107690767249243077?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107690767249243077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107690767249243077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690767249243077' title='&lt;b&gt;GOOD WEEKEND, GOOD WEEKEND.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107672014577123712</id><published>2004-02-13T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:46:09.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY, THIS HAS BEEN A TOP NOTCH WEEK.</title><content type='html'>But maybe my sarcasm isn't conveyed well in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my &lt;a href="http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_nakedvoyeur_archive.html#107656370264752618"&gt;death machine&lt;/a&gt; got broken into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today, I found out that &lt;a href="http://www.accountemps.com"&gt;Accountemps&lt;/a&gt; wants a $6000 (!) fee for SLUH to hire me out right.  No dice, obviously.  Luckily, the&lt;a href="http://www.keystonestaffing.com"&gt; temp agency&lt;/a&gt; that is *actually* looking for positions for me will lemme know about a five-month opp on Monday.  *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tonight will be better (Steph's in town), and the tomorrow is V-Day, which I'll actually be celebrating with someone for the first time in about six years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Strange Fruit (Tricky remix) - Billie Holiday - Verve Remixed (3:19)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107672014577123712?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107672014577123712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107672014577123712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107672014577123712' title='&lt;b&gt;REALLY, THIS HAS BEEN A TOP NOTCH WEEK.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107656615416514975</id><published>2004-02-12T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:46:27.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A PAIR OF BREAST THEORIES</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of one of my favorite people, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/saintgusgus"&gt;Cory&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The parallel coincidences of celebrities and mams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something occurred to me last night while listening to Diana Ross on the computer and even though I only have 2 examples to present in this case and the examples aren't exactly 100% dead on to one another, it still seems a wee bit mysterious, all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not saying that Justin Trousersnake and Diana "whoa, look at the pink elephant in the rear-view mirror with the glowing cherries.." Ross' situations with female's breasts are as identical as most pairs of mams themselves but let's break down the similarities.&lt;br /&gt;Diana Ross:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting in her youth, Diana was involved in one of the most successful all-girl groups of the sixties, The Supremes. As the band played in the background in most television appearances, they captivated audiences with infectious harmonies and glimmering smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the seventies, she broke free from the Supremes for her own solo career, driven by her own ego, which spun off numerous number one singles while performing duets with anyone who had a pulse during that decade. Her solo peaked somewhere around the late seventies/early eighties with the combination of her duet with Lionel Richie ("Endless Love") and her number 1 smash in 1980 ("Upside Down") working with one of the most successful producers of that time, Nile Rodgers. For a minute period, she was known for merely speaking in the middle of her songs, instead of singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then until now, Diana has reached success in the club charts but pop charts paved the way for more sprightly acts. Diana is a class act but let's face it, fans can be fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1999, while presenting an award along side Lil Kim in a purple, sparkly, evening gown that was intentionally cut a bit too low on one side with a pancake sized covering matching the dress while barely (literally) covering the nipple (as if there's a nicer way of saying 'nipple'). Diana, in her motherly way of showing disapproval, index fingered Kim's left breast like an unbroken dome of jello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting in his youth, he was a regular on the Mickey Mouse club along with Britney Spears (she's a whole other post in itself -- but really, her "talent" isn't worth a whole lot of keystrokes from my fingers). Eventually, he was involved with one of the most successful boy bands of the nineties and after 2000 by the name of NSYNC. As NSYNC performed most television spots with pre-recorded music or the band in the background, they captivated the hearts of the young girls and gay men* around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Provided that you are a gay man who finds the Trousersnake irrestible. I know he's not everyone'e type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002, Justin broke free from NSYNC to evolve as a solo artist, driven by his own ego, and released one of the most successful albums of 2003. Justin is also prone to duet either in the studio or live with anyone with vocal chords and a pulse. He is in the middle of his peak as I type this while he's still milking singles from "Justified" which was partially produced by two of the most successful producers as of late, The Neptunes and Timbaland. Justin, like Diana, is also known for spoken word as interludes included in his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, at the 38th Super Bowl in Houston, TX, he ripped off part of Janet Jackson's costume and deemed it as a "wardrobe malfunction" creating Total-Eclipse-of-the-Breast effect with Janet's exposed mam behind a silver sun strategically placed in front of... the... nipple. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As interesting as it was to call this a "wardrobe malfunction," I've seen some forms of velcro put up more resistance from a yank of his caliber on stage that night. Nonetheless, her eclipsed breast was exposed and controversy followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the similarities between Diana Ross and Justin Timberlake did occur to me last night in deep thought while listening to "You Keep me Hanging on." Heh... uncanny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Spanish Grease - Dorfmeister - Various Artists - Verve Remixed (7:25)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107656615416514975?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107656615416514975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107656615416514975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656615416514975' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memadd.bml?journal=saintgusgus&amp;itemid=96143&quot;&gt;A PAIR OF BREAST THEORIES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107656562381631138</id><published>2004-02-12T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:46:46.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VIA THE MAD HUNGARIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am an Intellectual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/minority/minorityquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img border=1 vspace=5 hspace=5 src="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/minority/intellectual.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which America Hating Minority Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz"&gt;Take More Robert &amp; Tim Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/animation"&gt;Watch Robert &amp; Tim Cartoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Summertime (UFO remix) - Sarah Vaughan - Verve Remixed (6:50)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107656562381631138?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107656562381631138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107656562381631138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656562381631138' title='&lt;b&gt;VIA &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/adaon&quot;&gt;THE MAD HUNGARIAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107656370264752618</id><published>2004-02-11T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:46:58.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVID DOES NOT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW.</title><content type='html'>So, I had a nice evening with Tina, including some cheap but good Mexican food, a pitcher of Margaritas, and lots of deep belly laughs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, an attempt to get some cigarettes/chocolate (I hadn't quite decided which at that point), and lo and behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SHITTY CAR GOT BROKEN INTO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window's busted, my stereo was stolen, along with a jacket, a few CDs, and my keys to work.  Of course, my insurance has a $500 deductible, and my crappy $100 stereo doesn't quite cover it.  But Jesus H. Christ, this is just something else that I don't need to happen right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fume Fume Fume*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="media"&gt;[Listening to: Feelin' Good (Joe Claussell remix - Nina Simone - Verve Remixed (6:04)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107656370264752618?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107656370264752618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107656370264752618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656370264752618' title='&lt;b&gt;LIVID DOES NOT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE WHAT I&apos;M FEELING RIGHT NOW.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107654634148098501</id><published>2004-02-11T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:47:42.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD TIMES, GOOD TIMES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/candyheartquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/eat-me.jpg" alt="Eat Me" width="103" height="103" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Candy Heart is "Eat Me"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sexual confidence inspires you to be bold&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you want some eating done, it will be told&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste is refreshing - and maybe a little fruity&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the licking is being done to your booty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/candyheartquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Naughty Candy Heart Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107654634148098501?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107654634148098501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107654634148098501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654634148098501' title='&lt;b&gt;GOOD TIMES, GOOD TIMES.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107602942901830821</id><published>2004-02-05T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:48:01.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HRM.</title><content type='html'>Before I expound on today's &lt;a href="http://www.nola.com/newsflash/national/index.ssf?/base/national-17/1076027044305181.xml"&gt;exciting queer news&lt;/a&gt;, I've a question for you to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perusing on my new favorite-time-waster, &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OK Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, and I received an email that one of my photos was removed, because it was deemed too offensive my a multitude of users.  Now, which seems more offensive to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chud2themax.com/randomnonsense/jay_suit.JPG"&gt;This Pic&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.chud2themax.com/randomnonsense/jaytongue.jpg"&gt;This One?&lt;/a&gt;  (The former was the one removed.  Go Fig.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any commentary about what could be deemed offensive about that one?  'Cause I'm a bit puzzled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107602942901830821?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107602942901830821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107602942901830821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602942901830821' title='&lt;b&gt;HRM.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107593168078044170</id><published>2004-02-04T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:48:19.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AND NOW TO SWITCH GEARS, SO TO SPEAK. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/barbiequiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/binow.jpg" alt="bi gay ken" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;h2&gt;You Are &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/binow.html"&gt;Bi Now Gay Later Ken&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come complete with a cockring, shimmery silver shirt, &lt;br /&gt;and a photo of Barbie with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop uniform and San Francisco Tommy sold separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not recommended for children under 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/barbiequiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Naughty Barbie Are *You*?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmph.  Funny, but I don't like the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107593168078044170?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107593168078044170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107593168078044170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593168078044170' title='&lt;b&gt;AND NOW TO SWITCH GEARS, SO TO SPEAK. . .&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107590278227046686</id><published>2004-02-04T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:48:37.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT!</title><content type='html'>As of 2 am this morning, I am now an alumnus of a different University.  No longer an &lt;a href="http://www.smsu.edu"&gt;SMSU&lt;/a&gt; alum, I'm now an alum of MISSOURI STATE UNIVERSITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly ten years of defeated ballots, &lt;a href="http://www.kansascity.com/mld/kansascity/news/local/7865475.htm"&gt;a five-day filibuster&lt;/a&gt;, and a compromise, we no longer have to see the annoying initials of "SWMU" on ESPN broadcasts.  Of course, according to &lt;a href="http://www.fox2ktvi.com"&gt;FOX 2&lt;/a&gt; this morning, it won't be official until there are something like $190 million in bonds sold for the University of Missouri-Columbia (Mizzou) campus.  (I might be overshooting the number, but it was something ridiculous; so the bastards still won in the short-term)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the finalized version hasn't been published yet, but for an idea of the bill's text, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.senate.state.mo.us/04info/daily.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.senate.state.mo.us/04INFO/bills/SB714.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm.  I wonder if that means that the nickname "Mizzou" will soon be vanquished?  As it's a registered trademark of the campus, I see some legal battles a-brewing in the future.  It also seems this &lt;a href="http://www.missouri.edu/didyouknow/history/2in1.htm"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; of UMC history will have to be updated. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smsbears.net/"&gt;GO BEARS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107590278227046686?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107590278227046686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107590278227046686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590278227046686' title='&lt;b&gt;WOOT!&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107575732491094133</id><published>2004-02-02T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:48:52.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HRM.  IS IT OBVIOUS THAT I TEND TO ROAD TRIP BY CAR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALARFLGAILINKSKYLAMIMONCOHOKTN"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107575732491094133?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107575732491094133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107575732491094133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575732491094133' title='&lt;b&gt;HRM.  IS IT OBVIOUS THAT I TEND TO ROAD TRIP BY CAR?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581115.post-107572757338456052</id><published>2004-02-02T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:50:48.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE.  I'LL *TRY* NOT TO TAKE IT PERSONALLY.</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like waking up, looking over at that certain someone in bed next to you, kissing him on the cheek, and his response is. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm going to vomit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free Super Bowl shots at &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/25x3q"&gt;the Loading Zone&lt;/a&gt; seem to have done a certain bloke in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got a call last night from one of my contacts at &lt;a href="http://www.keystonestaffing.com"&gt;Keystone&lt;/a&gt;, and I've got a phone interview this afternoon with &lt;a href="http://www.sigmaaldrich.com/suite7/Area_of_Interest/The_Americas/United_States.html"&gt;Sigma Aldrich&lt;/a&gt; this afternoon!  Huzzah!  Wish me luck, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.  I'm off to shower and head into work.  Have a good day, everyone, and I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581115-107572757338456052?l=nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107572757338456052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581115/posts/default/107572757338456052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedvoyeur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107572757338456052' title='&lt;b&gt;HEHE.  I&apos;LL *TRY* NOT TO TAKE IT PERSONALLY.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Naked Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256541222266004892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
