<?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-3682259159737954609</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:47:15.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todd's Place</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for me to rant.  And a place for you to read.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-722869877326562549</id><published>2009-07-30T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:19:50.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't posted in awhile, so I thought I would take a bit of time to do that. I am in my last day of work (actually it is about t-5 hours till I am done) and one rehearsal until Love Me or Die opens at the 2009 MN Fringe (get your tickets here: &lt;a href="http://savageumbrella.com/default.aspx"&gt;http://savageumbrella.com/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to take some time to post some pictures I took with my new camera. Getting geared up for the next big adventure. South Korea, here I come...soon. Remember to follow the other blog I have started, the adress should be posted in a previous post, so you may want to check on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364277956832612946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SnG-YW13UlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tr4Nrha9gpM/s400/Twins+in+December+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First picture. I got to go to Rock the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garden, which is this awesome, outdoor musical concert. It was a lot of fun. I saw four or five bands and The Decemberists were included in that list. They were really, really good. They put on a great show and all their music was very tight. One of the best outdoor shows I have ever seen. The sound was soooo well done. Nice work to the band and the techs on this one. That is them there...onstage. It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second and third pictures.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SnHAzcMLwzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/W2ojHOtVWu4/s1600-h/Twins+in+December+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364280621148128050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SnHAzcMLwzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/W2ojHOtVWu4/s320/Twins+in+December+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SnHA8hqdKeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qThzVrUXgQk/s1600-h/Twins+in+December+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364280777236097506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SnHA8hqdKeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qThzVrUXgQk/s320/Twins+in+December+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Matt took me to a Twins game! Great seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-722869877326562549?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/722869877326562549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=722869877326562549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/722869877326562549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/722869877326562549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SnG-YW13UlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tr4Nrha9gpM/s72-c/Twins+in+December+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-3105011606798588109</id><published>2009-07-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:34:00.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching it up a bit...</title><content type='html'>Looks like I have now started my travel blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toddsadventure.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://toddsadventure.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much I will post on both of these, so check both...or just follow both.  That way you can be notified of when I post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-3105011606798588109?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3105011606798588109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=3105011606798588109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3105011606798588109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3105011606798588109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/07/switching-it-up-bit.html' title='Switching it up a bit...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-3970570807289716875</id><published>2009-06-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:18:22.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninteresting</title><content type='html'>Not sure how interesting this post will be, but I haven't written in awhile, so I figured I had better get to writing.  My hope is that I write on a fairly regular basis while I am in South Korea.  At LEAST once a week, but who knows, maybe it will turn into more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am just plain ready to go to South Korea.  I am needing a change so badly right now.  However, I don't want to get into all that, I want to talk about my best friend who is a new, first-time father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to call him yesterday on Father's Day and wich him his very first Happy Father's Day wish ever.  I really am so very happy for him and his wife and their whole family.  Little Elizabeth Rose was born a month early, but she and Mom are doing great.  I am so happy and proud of my friend.  He is a good man, maybe one of the best I have known in my life.  He is kind and funny and sweet and smart and just plain great.  So very glad that he and I have been able to be friends since third grade.  I am very sorry that I will not be around for the first year of this baby's life, but I am really excited to be called Uncle Todd already.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am very excited to see him, his wife, and their new baby, I decided to leave work early.  My last day will be July 31st, then I will do a Fringe show (and sleep on some people's couches) and then go home to Iowa.  During this time I hope to be able to do some part time work or some manual labor at my sister's house so I can travel and visit my friends down there before leaving on the big adventure.  I fly out on the 25th and then start up on the 28th with training.  I am trying to think ahead as far as sleeping on the plane and adjusting that way so the jetlag won't be horrible.  Perhaps I will try to stay up all night or something so I can sleep on the plane when it would be night time in South Korea.  Any suggestions are welcome.  I am sure I will feel it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the work I suppose.  I hope this post finds all of you well and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-3970570807289716875?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3970570807289716875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=3970570807289716875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3970570807289716875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3970570807289716875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/06/uninteresting.html' title='Uninteresting'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-148578409575601744</id><published>2009-05-11T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:34:24.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love office life.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am gonna try and lay this out so you all can understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving this job in September to go to South Korea, which you know if you have been reading this blog lately, if you haven't...1.  get caught up  2.  sorry to spring this on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my employer know pretty early because I wanted to allow them enough time to train someone in to do my job and also because my new employers would be calling my current employers to do a background check.  I figured this was the good thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every fiscal year (from August to August for us) we get three weeks of paid vacation.  I was curious if I would be getting paid for this three weeks of time or if it would just 'dissolve' when I left.  My supervisor said to me, "It will just go away, so you better use it up.  I know I would", so with that information I started thinking about what I would do for three weeks in August.  Of course I will need some of that time to move my stuff to a storage space and then to say goodbye's to people as well.  This would be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I find out that I get ten hours of vacation since I am leaving in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten does not equal three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it ends up this way...it would have been MUCH better for me to just plan three weeks for vacation in August, come back to work for a week, tell them I was quitting, and then left.  What.  The.  Crap?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; apparently I would have been rewarded for being a total butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I sure do love working here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-148578409575601744?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/148578409575601744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=148578409575601744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/148578409575601744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/148578409575601744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-office-life.html' title='I love office life.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-3034997173096214137</id><published>2009-05-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:55:58.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved By The Bell</title><content type='html'>I never watched the show.  Well, I shouldn't say that...I have seen the show twice and both times I saw it, it was the episode were Jesse becomes addicted to caffeine pills.  Everyone knows this episode, it seems.  I mean, I hardly get done telling people my story and they jump in with, "I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so....scared!".  Well, if you are one of those people who would jump in with that or perhaps know all the moves from the music video in the middle of the episode...have I got a theatre show for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this Saturday, May 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I will be in a production for "The Saved By The Bell Show".  It is written and produced by my two good friends who also wrote and produced "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hamluke&lt;/span&gt;" (Hamlet and Star Wars mushed together).  The show is a lot of fun, especially if you were a fan of the TV show, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our production plays the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 21st, 23rd, 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at the Bryant Lake Bowl in Minneapolis, so if you happen to be in the area...come check it out.  Doors open at 6pm and the show starts at 7pm.  There are commercials from the 80's and 90's thrown in throughout the show as well.  In case you didn't like the show (like me), then don't worry...we poke fun at the show just as much as trying to stay true to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the site you can go to to reserve tickets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blb.ciceron.com/calendar.asp?date=5/16/2009"&gt;http://blb.ciceron.com/calendar.asp?date=5/16/2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-3034997173096214137?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3034997173096214137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=3034997173096214137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3034997173096214137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3034997173096214137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/saved-by-bell.html' title='Saved By The Bell'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-7464740684418203850</id><published>2009-05-07T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:30:11.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it has been decided that I will need a computer when I go overseas to South Korea. I will use this computer ot keep in touch with friends and family. My mom was excited to learn that we could talk on the internet via Skype, which I have never used. The laptop I have choosen is this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgNB1OjUK_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/p4mxh0sW2gw/s1600-h/9172851_sa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333178766431890418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgNB1OjUK_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/p4mxh0sW2gw/s200/9172851_sa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the way it looks, I like the specs on it (thanks Blue and Andrew), and it will do the things I need it to do. It comes with a web cam in it, so if my mom ever wants to see me while we are talking, she can. I don't know if my mom has figured this out or not, but the time difference is pretty hefty. Oh well, it will work out. Also, they will have to go over to my sister's house to use the internet and the computer because my folks have neither of those things. It will feel weird buying a laptop because I have always thought that people who own laptops are super cool. I am not super cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgNDRC-6skI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1hv_DQ1hI1c/s1600-h/Todd+Janssen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333180343874400834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgNDRC-6skI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1hv_DQ1hI1c/s200/Todd+Janssen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See?  However, I am pretty excited to play some City of Heroes on this machine.  I mean, it won't be the greatest ever, but it will be much better than the computer I am borrowing from my room mates all the time.  There are a lot of complaints about the set up, but hey...at least I get to play once in awhile.  Now I have to decide if I want to get Champions Online for PC or Xbox 360.  The release date for PC is July 14th and there isn't one for the 360 yet.  We will see what I feel like after I get the laptop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I plan on writing down some things about my adventures with scoot'n.  I plan on telling the origin of the scooter's name (Jane) and some stories surrounding that all, some things I see (I have already seen a pickup truck and a giant Daffy Duck statue in the back), and various other little tid-bits.  Hopefully some of those stories will make it onto this blog.  Also, I plan on posting more pictures on here because I got a digital camera in preparation for my overseas adventures!  I was pretty excited to find one for a very reasonable price (thanks Andrew...again) AND I got to use a gift card that I got in the mail for helping out a friend (thanks B-Diddy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's all I got for now.  Thanks for reading.  Have a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-7464740684418203850?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7464740684418203850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=7464740684418203850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7464740684418203850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7464740684418203850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/laptop-time.html' title='Laptop time'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgNB1OjUK_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/p4mxh0sW2gw/s72-c/9172851_sa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6329207563304167369</id><published>2009-05-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:51:03.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post should have happened a long, long while ago...but work has been real stupid lately. There is a lot to get to, so I should get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have some pretty amazing friends. I have really been blessed with really good friends all of my life. This is something that I don't ever want to take for granted. I love the people that I am surrounded by and they care for me deeply. Hopefully they understand that I feel the same way about them...I should tell them more often how wonderfully great they really are. Also...my friends know how to throw a party! Here is one of the many reasons why I have the greatest friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday time has been something that I have been dreading for a little while now. I remember as a kid thinking about how you are old when you turn 30. This, added on top of my parents expecting me to have done more with my life by the time I turned 30, meant that I was not the most thrilled person when it came to April 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of 2009. I didn't want to spend my day thinking about how I had just turned thirty years old...and I certainly didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started with an open mic at Janine's where I had invited a bunch of people to share something from their childhood. Themes From Your Childhood went really, really well and was really laid back. A couple of good friends had come up from Iowa for the birthday weekend, and one of them got up and performed for the first time in front on an audience. Same thing with my friend Andrew too. He sang and played a song on the guitar for the first time in front of an audience. Happy birthday to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started our day at 11am by going to brunch at Hell's Kitchen (there were probably 15 people in our group), this place in Minneapolis that I had heard had great peanut butter. They did have great peanut butter...and the place looked pretty cool too. I was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out by the pictures hanging in the bathroom. As you moved past them, they morphed from sweet looking children or grandfathers to ghoulish figures. I didn't like it all that much because I am already a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out by bathrooms (mostly dark bathrooms, but bathrooms are scary to me in general). The food was pretty good, but now that I have gone there...I don't know that I ever need to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After brunch a few of us walked over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gameworks&lt;/span&gt; and met some more people there. A friend from one of my past jobs in Minneapolis from about five years ago was there, so that was fun. For those of you who don't know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gameworks&lt;/span&gt; is a Sega owned, video game bar...with bowling. Phew. I think that is it. It is a pretty sweet joint, but I hear it is being put up for rent...anyway, beside the point. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gameworks&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. I played a LOT of Time Crisis Four, some Dance Dance Revolution, a jet flying game that you couldn't lose at (I tried crashing into the ground but it would no let me), some CRAZY air hockey that was two vs two and had about 4 pucks going at one time, speed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;skeeball&lt;/span&gt;, and a giant racing game in which all of us could play together at one time. I spent most of my time laughing and playing. It was awesome. I got an engineer hat and a magic growing egg and some candy to share with everyone with the tickets we all won. It was pretty spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we had to RUN back to the cars and drive to the next location. Keep in mind that all of these activities were all surprises. I had no idea what any of them were. We finally arrived at our destination which was...the Parade Ice Garden, an ice skating facility that the MN Wild (my favorite hockey team) practices at. I was pretty pumped to go skating, but then I saw Andrew and Blake pull my hockey bag and sticks out of Andrew's car. "They won't let you use that during open skating," I said. "Oh," they responded. We entered the building and it was pretty quiet in there. Out in front of us was the freshly cleared ice. Zamboni smooth. "Alright. Go," Andrew says. "WHAT!?! Out there? THE WHOLE THING!!?!" I ran down as quickly as I could and put on my skates. We had the WHOLE rink...all to ourselves. The WILD practice rink! It. Was. Awesome. Pictures were taken, slap shots rang off the glass, penguin slides where done across the Wild logo. Kyle M skated for the first time EVER and was great! We played a game of H-O-R-S-E out there. Gosh. It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after that we went to a meat store and bought stuff to grill at a park. We played outside, ate a lot of food, and talked a lot. We watched a deer walk around the park in the middle of the city, which was weird. We ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zots&lt;/span&gt;, which were great and reminded me of being in middle school and buying those delicious candies at the gas station on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we finished up our food and made a quick rest stop at a gas station bathroom, we made it back to the house. More people joined us here and Andrew presented the unbelievable cake. It was my favorite dinosaur, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ankylosaurus&lt;/span&gt;. As soon as I get some pictures from the birthday, I will post them, but right now I don't actually have any. Here is a picture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgChYtMIfuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2UYQVDffOvA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332439404626083554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgChYtMIfuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2UYQVDffOvA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake looked and tasted amazing. My favorite frosting, rainbow chip, was dyed green and used all over this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tastey&lt;/span&gt; beast. We all ate cake and had some drinks. They had made a trip to WI and bought my favorite drink (which you can only get in WI), which was given and then told to go outside. Into the backyard which had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tranformed&lt;/span&gt; into a dreamland or an Elf village. There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;firepit&lt;/span&gt; with a great fire going. There were candles hung from the tree, which made it look like there were little fairies hovering around the tree. It was beautiful. Then we had some sparklers and played with those. Then my friend Joe played and sang a song that he had re-written for me. It was very funny and nice. Then everyone told stories about me. That was really cool. I liked that a lot. We all just sat around and swapped stories. I think even the people who didn't have stories enjoyed that. It was just really, really nice. Amazing friends, I'm telling ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. SCOOTER!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgCjd5E5biI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C60kHJQcDpk/s1600-h/Scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332441692739563042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgCjd5E5biI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C60kHJQcDpk/s200/Scooter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got my scooter!  Now I just need to get the license plates and all that and I am golden!  I can't wait.  I have driven it around the block a few times and it is really nice and sturdy.  Very nice.  More pictures to come of that and me riding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  NO MORE CRAPPY JOB!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting in September I will no longer be working here.   Thank goodness.  It has been two years longer than expected, but I told myself when I started that I would HAVE to leave when we reached order number 3000000.  We are currently at 2927793 which meant I didn't have any more time.  I had been looking for a new job for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; time, but had just recently (within 6 months) started looking at teaching programs overseas.  And now, I am going to South Korea to teach English.  I need to get my work visa, but after that is done...I am official.  The time that I am leaving is set for September, so I have all summer to enjoy.  I look forward to the experience and you will for sure be hearing/reading more about this adventure in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  my beard is gone.  sad.  I am really sad about this.  I had to shave it off for a show that I am doing at the end of May.  The show is The Saved By The Bell Show and we basically do an episode of the show on stage.  Pretty fun stuff if you liked the show at all.  More details on that later too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now...I have to do some more work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading.  Hope you are all doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6329207563304167369?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6329207563304167369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6329207563304167369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6329207563304167369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6329207563304167369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-time.html' title='About time!'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SgChYtMIfuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2UYQVDffOvA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-3761864576147838202</id><published>2009-04-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:18:17.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>to you and yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter time.  Egg hunting and jelly beans time.  Yum.  I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starburst&lt;/span&gt; Jelly beans.  Pretty boring at work today because it is Good Friday.  Lots of places closed so no orders.  Should have brought a book or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am interviewing for a job that would involve me teaching English in South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I forgot my dress shoes for this interview.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am going to be in Saved By The Bell:  Live On Stage in May.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am going to be in my room mates' production for the Fringe.  I am SUPER excited to start playing with this project. &lt;br /&gt;5.  I am getting closer and closer to buying a scooter.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I will be naming this scooter Jane after my aunt, Jane.&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heroquest&lt;/span&gt; is STILL one of my favorite board games and I can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; Touches have been calling my name for quite some time now.  I really want one, but have been holding off until I complete item #5.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I was sick with a cold for about four days and felt like a snot zombie.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I don't like how item #10 has thrown off my nice, neat list's organization pattern.&lt;br /&gt;11.  In fact...any item #'s with two digits.  Rage.&lt;br /&gt;12.  I am thinking about that parade that I watched during the summertime on Central.  My friend Kevin showed up and he was very, very tan and handsome.  We ate some giant pixie stick.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I think we should be able to go home now.  There is nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;14.  I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;15.  I turn 30 in one week.  Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-3761864576147838202?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3761864576147838202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=3761864576147838202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3761864576147838202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3761864576147838202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6031019945694744685</id><published>2009-03-30T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:36:16.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel a little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SdEq6FuKcTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vyYYYTtEK6E/s1600-h/_NOK0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319079812357845298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SdEq6FuKcTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vyYYYTtEK6E/s400/_NOK0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEARD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty soon, I need to find a way to curl my mustache up, cause that would rock and rule.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news.  Improv is happening and happening well.  I crave more, pretty much constantly.  I am in one troupe right now, and I think I could do another at the same time.  My friend Joe is going to talk to Doug at ComedySportz (who I used to work with at Valleyfair, the local amusement park) and see if I can start in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other, other news...when I started working here three years ago, I said to myself that I would stop working here when we got to order 3000000.  We are currently at order 2901746.  This means I need, no...I HAVE to find the next thing immediately.  When I started here we were at 2249086.  YIKES!  Anyone have a job I can help with?  I am willing to move.  Help me.  I have been looking for the next thing for almost a year now...and no luck.  Noooo luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6031019945694744685?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6031019945694744685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6031019945694744685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6031019945694744685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6031019945694744685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-little.html' title='I feel a little...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SdEq6FuKcTI/AAAAAAAAADo/vyYYYTtEK6E/s72-c/_NOK0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-1685680049890169743</id><published>2009-03-11T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:59:18.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Conversation</title><content type='html'>Here is one conversation I enjoyed with my friend over the internet. I liked it. I hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: you should find a boardwalk...or an arcade. I recently played some Hydro-thunder at the arcade after I had forgotten how much i really like that game. also some sit down ms. pacman. I dream of owning sit down Ms. Pacman.&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: that's an amazing game&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, I would like that and a pinball game. sit down ms pacman is like a game AND a coffee table! genius. pure genius.&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: i used to like sit down donkey kong&lt;br /&gt;me: i must say, I have not played that one. In fact, I may never have played Donkey Kong ever before. Unusual, huh?&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: oh man it's so fun!&lt;br /&gt;me: I should play it next time I see it. I also like the original, original Mario Brothers. I dislike the one on Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: also a good game&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, I can't jump over stuff. Still have problems with that. if you can't jump over stuff in that game, you are done within the first 10 ten seconds. So I saw that first level A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: ha&lt;br /&gt;me: now, when I play, I am still just as bad, but I tell people I am searching for secret levels.&lt;br /&gt;"You just don't know how to find the secrets on 1-1, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: haha&lt;br /&gt;you have to run into the mushroom 5 times!&lt;br /&gt;me: nope. you have to fall down the first pit until you don't have anymore lives. then...YOU WIN!&lt;br /&gt;me: that is where Jesus lives. in that first pit. You have to fall in the pit to find Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then...YOU WIN!&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: mario and jesus&lt;br /&gt;hanging out in a well. wayyyy better than rescuing the princess&lt;br /&gt;me: they eat meatballs and drink wine together, Mario and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: it's a cultural exchange&lt;br /&gt;me: Jesus can make as many meatballs as neeeded.&lt;br /&gt;k.lee.terry: and mario can drink A TON of wine&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah! and he is a plumber so he can access the water pipes! unlimited wine baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: you know that they use the discarded turtle shells as bowls, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;k.lee.terry: i could see that, seems reasonable to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311991168651988194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/Sbf70uGDjOI/AAAAAAAAADg/GFXUrtewXC0/s320/super-mario-bros-dx-big.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-1685680049890169743?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1685680049890169743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=1685680049890169743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1685680049890169743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1685680049890169743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/03/recent-conversation.html' title='Recent Conversation'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/Sbf70uGDjOI/AAAAAAAAADg/GFXUrtewXC0/s72-c/super-mario-bros-dx-big.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-3843010504140758377</id><published>2009-03-09T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:51:31.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time?</title><content type='html'>For me to move? For years I have thought about moving to Colorado. I love Minnesota, I really do. I like that I have so much theatre opportunities at my fingertips and so many beautiful, outdoors things to do. However, I want have some new outdoor adventures...in Colorado. I have been there a few times (probably more than any other state that I haven't lived in) and I just can't get enough. Sure, I would have to find a way to do some theatre there and some improv too, but perhaps I could start my own? Who knows. What I do know is that I would be able to climb a mountain anytime I want. I love hiking. I do love the lakes here in MN and I would miss the closeness of my relatives and going fishing with them...but really...just look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311277926969219090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SbVzIlxfmBI/AAAAAAAAADY/klZ96d7ZJ_M/s320/lostlake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-3843010504140758377?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3843010504140758377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=3843010504140758377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3843010504140758377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3843010504140758377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-time.html' title='Is it time?'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SbVzIlxfmBI/AAAAAAAAADY/klZ96d7ZJ_M/s72-c/lostlake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-1977504254190575985</id><published>2009-02-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:50:32.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman is too powerful to feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SaMn0jXtNMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pdnr_AAvaXk/s1600-h/Superman_Logo_Royal_Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306128569773929666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SaMn0jXtNMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pdnr_AAvaXk/s320/Superman_Logo_Royal_Shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading a comic book during my break today and I started thinking about Superman. Amongst a host of other things Superman is impervious. You shoot him with a gun, it bounces off him. You slap him in the face, you break your hand. A tank shells him with their round, the round blows up and Superman doesn't even move. In fact, only ONCE have I ever seen his costume get completely blown off in a comic. His super junk was covered with a cleverly placed waft of smoke, don't worry. I have seen many comics lately that show his costume getting torn or tattered a bit, so at least they have somewhat corrected that glaring mistake. I mean, even if your explanation is that it is a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kryptonian&lt;/span&gt; material that is ALSO indestructible...how did Martha Kent, Clark Kent's adopted Earth mother, sew it into a costume? The needle would break. Perhaps Superman used a piece of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kryptonian&lt;/span&gt; ship to form a needle and this is how she sewed the costume. Whatever, this isn't what I was thinking about...we can talk more about this later, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I WAS thinking about was this: Superman hardly ever flinches unless it is a SUPER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;baddy&lt;/span&gt; hitting him or something. As I mentioned before, if you slap him...he doesn't budge. If you shoot him, he doesn't move. No tears. No wincing. No sign of pain what-so-ever. Based off of this, I think it is safe to say that Superman does not feel these things. Does this mean that Superman wouldn't feel a child tapping on his leg? Someone giving him a hug? A butt pinch? What about when he is roasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; and his hand gets too close to the fire? He doesn't feel it. This leaves Lois, his wife, in a unusual position. No matter what she does Superman will never feel her touch. She would have to literally give Superman a super-powered hug to get him to feel it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much pressure would it take to register that someone is touching Superman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just something I was thinking about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-1977504254190575985?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1977504254190575985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=1977504254190575985' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1977504254190575985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1977504254190575985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/02/superman-is-too-powerful-to-feel.html' title='Superman is too powerful to feel?'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SaMn0jXtNMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pdnr_AAvaXk/s72-c/Superman_Logo_Royal_Shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-8683838339014019421</id><published>2009-02-16T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:33:30.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time keeps on slipp'n...</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling like I am wasting time.  I don't like my job and I have been wasting my life be working here.  It isn't furthering me in any way at all.  3 years is much too long to have been sticking with something that isn't doing anything for me at all.  I think it would be different if I had a family and needed to earn this money, but right now I am just using the money for nothing.  Collecting crap.  The hard part is finding another job.  I have been trying for some time now and I have not been able to get a different job.  While my job does bother me all the time, I am thankful that I have a job.  I know that it is a tough time for a lot of people, so I do feel fortunate.  I still have to complain though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SZmvH0oMRoI/AAAAAAAAADI/EEIrWUilgyE/s1600-h/alarm-clock-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303462585126635138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SZmvH0oMRoI/AAAAAAAAADI/EEIrWUilgyE/s400/alarm-clock-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-8683838339014019421?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/8683838339014019421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=8683838339014019421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/8683838339014019421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/8683838339014019421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-keeps-on-slippn.html' title='Time keeps on slipp&apos;n...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SZmvH0oMRoI/AAAAAAAAADI/EEIrWUilgyE/s72-c/alarm-clock-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-5403363805283098456</id><published>2009-02-13T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:49:00.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>My favorite moment that involved a February 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; took place in middle school.  I was going out with a girl named Nichole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Behn&lt;/span&gt;.  Nicole had strawberry-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair and she was as cute as could be.  We would walk to class with each other, give each other notes, and that is pretty much it.  I mean, it is middle school so what do you expect?  I think the only thing we ever did outside of notes and classes was going to see Beauty and the Beast, but that is a story for a different day.  (It is a good one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about middle school (there weren't many) was gym class.  In gym class we got to do pretty awesome things like go bowling, play pin soccer, and floor hockey.  Another of my favorite things in gym class was happening on this particular February 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:  roller skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a week or two, during the winter, we would come into the gym and find two large boxes with skates in them.  The skates where tucked into the shelves inside these giant boxes on wheels and organized by size.  We would scramble to put our skates on and then quickly get on the gym floor to start our circles around the wooden floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just prior to that day, the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of February, I had gone to the drug store where my mom worked and picked out a small, white bear to give to Nichole for Valentine's Day.  I had this bear in my room, waiting till two days had passed and could finally give a girl something for Valentine's Day on my own.  In years passed we had been forced to make everyone in our class a Valentine out of construction paper and glitter and glue.  Not this year though.  This was 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  We were adults and we could choose who we wanted to be our Valentine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I skated around the gym I thought of how I would present this fine bear to Nichole.  Would I sneak up behind her and then put the bear in front of face like a game of "guess who"?  Would I walk up to her with the fuzzy animal behind my back and then smile, say a Happy Valentine's Day something or other, and then show her the gift?  Lots of planning needed to be done in the next 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At just about that moment Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Quame&lt;/span&gt;, who was Nichole's best friend at the time, skated up from behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todd.  Nichole doesn't want to go out with you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she skated away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym teacher then blew his whistle, signalling it was time to go and get out shoes on before the bell rang.  The floor slowly cleared off and the sounds of wheels on wooden planks got quieter and quieter.  As the bell rang and everyone left, the sounds left in the gym were of one set of skates rolling lonely circles in the gym.  Mine.  I just skated and skated and cried and cried by myself.  (keep in mind that I am laughing while I type this, so I hope you are laughing while reading.  don't feel bad...this was middle school.)  As soon as everyone was gone my teacher came over and asked what the matter was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the sobs, he somehow figured out what was going on and said, "Todd.  You're in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  You've got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOOOOT&lt;/span&gt; of time left in find a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what happened to that white bear that I had bought for Nichole on the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of February, I do know that I probably saved it for a long time in hopes of giving it to her someday so that she would know just what she missed out on all those years ago.  I also know that when we went out again in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, I didn't give it to her then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing too.  She moved away in the middle of the year while we going out.  To a different state.  Without telling me.  But that is another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...at least it wasn't a Friday, the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of February.  I probably would have slipped on my tears while skating and broken my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-5403363805283098456?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5403363805283098456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=5403363805283098456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/5403363805283098456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/5403363805283098456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-4506996782300680671</id><published>2009-02-12T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:13:39.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>I feel better today.  Finally I can say that I feel on the road to recovery.  My throat isn't quite as sore as it has been and I feel like I have a bit more energy, which is good.  Also, my butt doesn't hurt from the shot.  If I ever get strep again, I think I will get the shot again.  It seemed to work so much quicker, so in the end...it was worth it.  (yes, pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was walking out to my car and I slipped on some ice.  It was the perfect fall.  Didn't hurt too badly, so laughed when my papers flew straight up in the air.  I was just like a movie fall.  The only thing that still hurts is my left knee which I am sure won't last for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some friends that I am missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encyclopedia.   Where are you?  We never hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Red.  Why does the Big G have to suck so much?  We need to get together soon.&lt;br /&gt;Snails.  Why don't you ever leave your parent's house?  You and I need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thanos&lt;/span&gt;.  How is school going?  I miss playing fun games with you and I haven't skated enough since you left.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Timmy C.  School makes you busy but why don't you call me?&lt;br /&gt;Little Lady L.  New job makes you happy and I need to hear about it.  Sunday chat time?&lt;br /&gt;K-Dog.  I always miss you.  Darn Iowa for being so far from Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;Kev-N-Tea.  I like your blog, but I miss talking with you and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We open our show at the Minneapolis Pinter Festival.  My talented roomie wrote and directed a piece that I am in, so if you are reading this and want to see a show, you should probably check it out.  It is a pretty interesting night of events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-4506996782300680671?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4506996782300680671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=4506996782300680671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4506996782300680671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4506996782300680671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6810163426251772637</id><published>2009-02-11T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:49:33.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>For the past four to five days I have been sick.  Thursday I left work early and I had a fever.  Friday felt crappy still, so I stayed home from work but by the evening I was feeling a bit better.  Friday night I stayed in a hotel room with my parents and didn't sleep well at all because of the whistling/snoring that happens in my parent's noses.  Saturday I felt a bit better, but could tell I for sure had a sore throat.  Saturday evening was super tired but still felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  Sunday...oh Sunday I felt really crappy.  Monday, same deal, so I made an appointment to see the doctor on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original appointment was at 4:30pm because it is about 5 blocks from my house.  However, my supervisor came to me and asked if I could possibly move that appointment to an earlier time.  I called and there was one available at 1:30pm.  This was fine except now I have to drive to work for 25 minutes in traffic, drive to the doctor for 25 minutes in traffic, drive back to work for 25 minutes in traffic, and then drive home for 25 minutes in traffic.  Obviously my original plan was better, but that means nothing to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stuper&lt;/span&gt;-visor.  Anyway, I leave for the doctor at 1:00pm and they poke and prod me, checking me for mono, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;strep&lt;/span&gt; throat, and probably a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bevy&lt;/span&gt; of other diseases I don't even know exist.  Long story short, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;strep&lt;/span&gt; throat.  Yippee.  The doctor was impressed with my blood pressure (as they always are) and how quickly I bled, so that was a plus, but then she asked me if I wanted to take pills or do a one time shot.  I asked, "Which will make me better faster?"  "The shot."  Shot it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse comes in and I start rolling up my sleeve as she explains to me how much this will hurt and how big and thick this needle is and how the medicine is really thick so it will take a bit longer than a normal shot.  This thrills me to no end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I really don't like shots at all at all.  Then she looks up and sees me rolling up my sleeve and says, "Oh.  No.  You will need to stand up."  I am pretty sure she smirked right then, but I am not sure because my head went down immediately and I said, "Wow.  Guess I didn't know what I was getting into, huh?"  "Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my sleeve down and reluctantly stand up.  I pull my pants a little bit down and realize that I am, as always, wearing two pairs of pants and my underwear.  I tense up as I start to wonder if she thinks this is weird, ESPECIALLY when I remember that I am wearing pants covered in superheroes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tense up, it will hurt more," says the nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that will make me tense up more it is to tell me that it will hurt more.  It also didn't help that the shot, the actual needle filled with juices was sitting right in front of my face.  She was right, it was thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.  Put your weight on your other leg," says the nurse and she tries to grab some of my butt to pinch in order to give me a shot in the fat or skin rather than right in the muscle.  Of course, this makes me more tense since I can't say that has EVER happened to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath in as I feel the needle.  Then slowly...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;veeeerrry&lt;/span&gt; slowly...the medicine enters my body.  This is my least favorite part of shots.  It's not the needle itself, it is the feeling of that liquid going into my body.  In this case, my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How ya doing?"  she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, I guess," I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;raspily&lt;/span&gt; answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after what seems like a full minute of liquid injections into my glut (as the pros say) she is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull all my pants up and limp out to my car.  I drive back down to work.  I walk in the door.  One of my co-workers asks what I have.  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Strep&lt;/span&gt; throat," I reply feeling justified in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; because I have something that is actually considered a sickness and not just a mental health day excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" she exclaims.  "You shouldn't be here, you are contagious!"  It is true.  I am supposed to stay away from people for 24 after I get the shot because I have a cloud of sickness around me like some sort of horrible representation of the Peanut's Pig Pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can go home if you want," I reply with a little bit of annoyance in my voice.  After all, my supervisor and told me to switch my appointment because they really needed me to come back and do work at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker doesn't respond to this, but instead sits down, so I do the same.  I start working on something for about five minutes, realizing slowly but surely how much my butt is hurting as I sit in this chair, when my supervisor comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, get some rest.  Go home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just driven an extra hour for this person.  I had readjusted my life to be a 'team player' at work.  I had come back to work per HER request because they really needed me.  And now, after all that, she is telling me to go home.  Had I not been so pissed I probably would have made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; to stay, but I am just not caring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, remember how I said I am supposed to stay away from people for 24 hours?  Well, I called this morning before leaving for work and asked if I was supposed to be staying away for the full 24 hours (meaning come in at 1:00pm).  Nope, come in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this at all.  What I DO understand is that the only difference I feel in my body after all of this....my butt really, really hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6810163426251772637?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6810163426251772637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6810163426251772637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6810163426251772637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6810163426251772637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-1437497037273367278</id><published>2009-02-05T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:09:16.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back...</title><content type='html'>Well, first off, it has been awhile since I have written anything here.  The number one reason for this is because two people were laid off in my department and I volunteered to do all of their work.  So far, that has been going well, but there are still times (right now) where I have nothing to do.  The other reason I haven't written anything in awhile is because, well, I just haven't had much to say.  I have thought much about what to write but nothing comes to mind.  I think my creative juices are running low.  I blame the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that I should tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a beard.  It is going on medium to large in the Todd beard scale.  I still don't think it is as big as the beard I grew when I was playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shylock&lt;/span&gt;, but it is getting there.  I think the main thing that it unusual about my beard is that I have not trimmed my moustache.  This is an experiment to see what I would look like if I were lost in the wilderness.  Speaking of being lost in the wilderness, I had a dream the other night that I was locked out of my house and I couldn't get anywhere else.  My choice in the dream was to burrow under the pile of leaves that is covered with a pile of snow in our backyard.  This probably wasn't the best choice because I imagine it would be very wet under there.  Warm, but wet.  Don't be wet in the cold.  You will die.  Don't sweat, don't fall in a river, don't pee your pants.  Just don't get wet.  Anyway, I woke up and was fine in real life, so it doesn't matter.  I didn't wet my bed, that's the important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy.  It is delicious.  I like it a lot, but I have been thinking about the amount of candy I eat.  There is a lot of candy at the office and I am bored, so that means I eat a lot of candy.  I decided to not eat any candy at work because I remembered that, as a kid, I didn't eat much candy and I was alright with that.  When I DID get candy it was pretty awesome, so I think I want to get back to that in my life.  Plus I am almost 30 and I can tell my metabolism is slowing down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I am getting a bit of a belly...which is weird for me.  I suppose I should start doing some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; other than just hockey but I have just never been able to get excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one other thing that I wanted to write here, but I sure can't remember what it was.  Perhaps if you remind me, I will write about it.  Yes, I suppose that this is my 'sneaky' way of asking for a prompt, but you may like what comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-1437497037273367278?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1437497037273367278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=1437497037273367278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1437497037273367278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1437497037273367278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-386834535641992725</id><published>2009-01-08T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:30:00.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please...just move.</title><content type='html'>I like old people.  Mostly I like to talk to them and listen to their interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like old people.  Mostly I don't like it when they drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the grocery store in order to buy some lunch supplies for here at work.  I went to the store at about 1:10pm on a Wednesday afternoon.  Let me tell you...there were SO many old people there.  It was like they were having an old people convention in the grocery store.  I actually walked in behind an old woman who, with her grocery cart, took two steps into the actual store, stopped (blocked everyone from entering) and looked around like she had no idea where she was, what she needed, or how she had gotten there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I felt bad, but then I thought about it.  She drove to the store.  I know this because I saw her set off her car alarm when she tried to lock her car.  She knew she was in a grocery store because she stopped to grab a grocery cart.  The point is, she knew where she was and she knew how she got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there some age at which they require a retest for your driver's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt;?  If there isn't, there should be.  I mean, if this lady forgets in the two second between grabbing a cart and walking through one of those security devices (what the heck?  do they put magnetic things on our food to alert those devices?) where she is at...MAYBE she shouldn't be driving a large killing device aka a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be aware...the old people...they are out in droves during the weekdays at lunch time.  Watch out.  They don't want to tell you stories...they just want to annoy you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-386834535641992725?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/386834535641992725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=386834535641992725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/386834535641992725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/386834535641992725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/01/pleasejust-move.html' title='Please...just move.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-2123511997781669544</id><published>2009-01-07T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:07:58.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I am glad that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can listen to music at work.  I currently enjoying The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Decemberists&lt;/span&gt; "The Crane Wife", which I received for Christmas from a good friend.  I have really liked The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Decemberists&lt;/span&gt; for a long time, but, for some odd reason, I have never owned one of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt;.  What is up with that?  Well, now I have a good one and it will make me just buy another.&lt;br /&gt;-I can take bathroom breaks anytime.  This means I can get water anytime I want to as well.  Sometimes these breaks will turn into adventures where I walk around the offices and find places I have never been to.  The other day I went up to the fourth floor where I had been a few times before.  The only way up to the fourth floor is by taking the stairs.  Today I am going to go up there again because the fourth floor is a GIANT room that runs the whole length of one half of the offices.  There are no walls or anything, just shelves and shelves of junk.  Sometimes the junk is too large to fit on a shelf and I swear I saw a rocket ship up there one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just took a bathroom break.  As I was saying, I can take bathroom breaks anytime, so many times these bathroom breaks are just a way to do some reading.  I don't actually need to use the restroom, I just go into a stall with a book (usually a comic book hidden in a work folder) and read for awhile.  I have no idea how long I was just gone, but I did read about half a trade paperback called Bone.  (I highly recommend reading Bone by Jeff Smith, I believe, if you have the chance.)&lt;br /&gt;-They haven't blocked Gmail.  If it weren't for Gmail Chat, I wouldn't be the man I am.  I wouldn't have experienced the experiences I have experienced.  I know this is hard to believe and it sounds stupid, but it is really quite true.  #1 I would be absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frick'n&lt;/span&gt; crazy if I didn't have this communication outlet.  #2 I wouldn't have been able to become great friends with a supportive friend.  #3 I wouldn't have learned about how I love and hurt.  I am speaking of the Boston Breakup.  If you don't know what that is, then ask me sometime.  #4 I think #1 is really big enough it needs to be listed again.&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy the winter.  I love skating and sledding and skiing and that is incredibly important when you live in a place where winter weather makes up a good portion of the year.  I like getting other people excited about these things too because a lot of people tend to shut down during the winter.  There is a lot of beauty out there, so let's get out there and check it out.  You will just have to wear a few more layers than you may like...&lt;br /&gt;-That I am going to lunch.  I am starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~tj&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-2123511997781669544?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/2123511997781669544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=2123511997781669544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2123511997781669544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2123511997781669544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6378506706223210788</id><published>2009-01-05T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:55:08.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back.</title><content type='html'>Well, it is time to go back to work after having something close to two weeks off.  I figured that it would be a good day here at the job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becuase&lt;/span&gt; we haven't been here much.  There would be lots to do, I would be busy, and the day would glide on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been here for nearly three hours and I have yet to do any work.  Yes, that is right...I haven't got a single thing to do.  At least I am getting paid to catch up on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; reading.  Sadly, I am all caught up.  I feel like I need to find a new skill set so that I can get a new job.  I have no idea what that skill set will be or where I will get it, but I need to get a new job.  This is just tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a couple of really great days this last long weekend.  It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wintery&lt;/span&gt; weekend.  Saturday night I went to see the Minnesota Wild play some hockey.  I love going to the Excel Energy Center.  It is so clean and new and pretty and exciting.  Even if my team didn't win, I still had a great time watching a pretty good game.  The Wild won their next game against Colorado (a team that is pretty much done for the year) and they were pretty close to beating Detroit right after having taken down the number one team in the entire league.  Now, if we could just play with some good offense and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; defense, we will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went sledding and then played some hockey outside.  It was cold, but not horrible.  I think everyone had a good time and I was certainly ready for bed that night.  Heck, I am ready for bed NOW.  That has a lot to do with the fact that I am just sitting here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have contacted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NTC&lt;/span&gt; again to let them know I am still interested in doing another tour for them.  Really anything would be nice, but three weeks would be ideal.  I am just tired of sitting and I can tell I need to move around more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd's New Year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rock'n&lt;/span&gt; Eve Party 3 was really a blast.  We played a lot of games and had some drinks and tasty foods and some of those pizza's that taste like cardboard with sauce and cheese on them.  Lots of Rock Band and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;foosball&lt;/span&gt; were played and I think that everyone had a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009...watch out...cause you are just in the way of me getting to 2010...which just looks cooler when you read it or write it...don't you all agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-t2010j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6378506706223210788?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6378506706223210788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6378506706223210788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6378506706223210788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6378506706223210788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-1625543657625405086</id><published>2008-12-30T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:20:46.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk'n In A Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. I am tired and I can't seem to catch up on sleep because there are too many fun things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I hope everyone had a good Christmas. I got some new boots for Christmas (one of the things I ACTUALLY asked for....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whaaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;?) and a bunch of other really cool things that I am excited about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I got to enjoy a bit of time with some old school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NES&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SNES&lt;/span&gt; games. Some of them are still awesome. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ducktales&lt;/span&gt; rules, both as a cartoon and a video game. Though Uncle Scrooge never pogo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sticked&lt;/span&gt; around on his cane in the cartoon. (see below)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285647642867004578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SVpkhtD39KI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2lNJHB0UtlU/s400/ducktales2_nes_03.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I got to play out on the ice with some friends.  It was a good mix of people.  Some friends I currently live with, but with them were some of their friends who are visiting them.  One from California and one from Kansas.  Also included in the list of awesome people on the ice were a friend of mine who I want to hang out with like every week, but he lives in Georgia and now he is taking his girlfriend back with him rather than leaving her here to play more on the ice.  Thanks to all those people for coming out and freezing your toes off.  You need to get skates.  It will help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I can't believe that I am at work today or, for that matter, this week at all.  It is super slow and I have spent all of my time wasting time.  I have only processed four orders all day today and each order takes me about 5 minutes at MAX.  That equals twenty minutes of work and over three hours of sitting here being very tired.  Nothing in the wide world of work could be better than this.  I have seriously considered asking if I could go home because it is wasting time.  I would take a non-paid day off...gladly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I am so very fortunate to know pretty great people.  I have been fortunate to make nice friends and they are all fun and nice and understanding.  It is lovely.  *high five* to those folks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tood&lt;/span&gt; (yep, two '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; today)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-1625543657625405086?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1625543657625405086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=1625543657625405086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1625543657625405086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1625543657625405086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/12/walkn-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walk&apos;n In A Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SVpkhtD39KI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2lNJHB0UtlU/s72-c/ducktales2_nes_03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-7493066013920366701</id><published>2008-12-15T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:07:03.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't written in awhile, but then again, I haven't had much to say, so you should be thanking me. Oddly enough, I still don't have much to say, but I thought I should probably just put something here so that if you do enjoy coming here on a regular basis, you would have something new to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is it...something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it is already this close to Christmas already. I haven't done any shopping for anyone, and I feel like I should probably do that soon. I don't have many ideas for people, but then again, I usually think of stuff when I am out shopping. I think that I am getting to the point in my life where I like to know what I am going to go and get before I shop at a mall around this time of the year. I just...am a bit afraid of people in malls, I think. I also think that I think most of those people are idiots, but that has more to do with this job and how it is poisoning my mind and, apparently, soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to enjoy some time with my friends Mike and Jenny and their son, Dylan, who is also my friend. Dylan smiles when he sees me and recognizes that he and I can have of good times together. As someone who is just barely two (I think?) he doesn't have many words to say, but he has a lot to say. He is fun and he likes to cuddle with me and also he likes to laugh at me, both of which I like too. Yesterday, he and I spent some time inside this awesome tent with a tunnel that ran out the door and into the living room. We would whisper inside the tent and the BURST through the door and scare is parents. This was entertainment for everyone. Both Jenny and Mike agreed that Dylan likes me a lot. Of course he does, when I come over we just play. I don't make him eat crappy food, I don't have to tell him "no", I let him play with my cellphone (so do they, so I am not teaching him bad things). Basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I come over, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he interacts with me...it is positive. I think I am destined to be this type of guy for a lot of kids. My other friends, Than and Sarah, have experienced this with their kids, and there are a couple of other children that have benefited from the Todd brand of spoiling. I like spoiling kids with attention rather than candy. I can see that, as a parent, you can't possibly give kids all the attention they want, but all of my friends who are parents give their kids all the attention they need and then some, so they are all sitting pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean the kids don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frick'n&lt;/span&gt; love it when Uncle Todd walks through the door.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280064381716047170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SUaOlIdgpUI/AAAAAAAAACw/w4MjWPT10CM/s400/IMG_3564_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-7493066013920366701?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7493066013920366701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=7493066013920366701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7493066013920366701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7493066013920366701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-again.html' title='Hello again.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SUaOlIdgpUI/AAAAAAAAACw/w4MjWPT10CM/s72-c/IMG_3564_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-528041668517130095</id><published>2008-12-09T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:48:54.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>I wish I could draw like Grant Gould...check out his stuff at &lt;a href="http://grantgould.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://grantgould.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/ST6vPvbYstI/AAAAAAAAACo/uiTYuBNkgW0/s1600-h/gould_09skbookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848498289029842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/ST6vPvbYstI/AAAAAAAAACo/uiTYuBNkgW0/s400/gould_09skbookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-528041668517130095?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/528041668517130095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=528041668517130095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/528041668517130095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/528041668517130095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/ST6vPvbYstI/AAAAAAAAACo/uiTYuBNkgW0/s72-c/gould_09skbookcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-2756005456739137669</id><published>2008-12-04T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:39:30.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little funny in a standard day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't written anything lately, but I am sure this picture will make up for it. Enjoy and check back next week for some writing. I will have more to say then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276068163545716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SThcCnrj2GI/AAAAAAAAACg/T8Hv2NYJhSM/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-2756005456739137669?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/2756005456739137669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=2756005456739137669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2756005456739137669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2756005456739137669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-funny-in-standard-day.html' title='a little funny in a standard day'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SThcCnrj2GI/AAAAAAAAACg/T8Hv2NYJhSM/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-4015070474582571940</id><published>2008-11-26T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:45:21.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me some snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's right. I said it. Bring me some snow. I figure if it is going to be cold, it should look cold out there. Plus, I like a good snow. It is pretty, I can play in it...and it means there is ice on the rinks. Oh BOY! I can't wait to get out there and skate around. I love playing me some hockey, but can never get myself to pay for ice time to go play around with people. I wish I could, but I just never have. This will be the time of year that I really miss my friend Than because we would go and skate around outside together. I have a some particularly fond memories of skating outside with him. One of them was the first time I went out to skate on the rink in Apple Valley. It was the evening after we had gotten off of work and by the time we made it to the rink, there weren't many people around. We had a whole rink all to ourselves and we began skating around. Snow fell lightly from the sky and the lights shown down on us from the lights around the rink. We skated and skated, (we took lots of breaks too) as the snow continued to fall. It was beautiful. I remember laying down in the middle of the rink, on the ice, watching the snow fall in my face. It was a perfect night filled with laughing and skating and trying to figure out how to skate AND hold a hockey stick AND shoot the puck. When we had arrived at the rink, the ice was perfect, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pristine&lt;/span&gt;...shining without a mark on it. By the time we left there wasn't a spot on the ice that hadn't been cut by our blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other great memory I have took place in Red Wing, where Than and his wife and two kids (at the time. now he has three! congrats friend) lived. We drove out to kind of the middle of this large open area to the edge of the woods. There was a rink, lit up and surrounded by trees on two sides. It was stunning. I would make the trip there JUST to go skate on the ice again, even if Than doesn't live there anymore (they all moved to Iowa). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Than's&lt;/span&gt; brother-in-law, Kevin, was there as well and, while later we would be very displeased with him, at the time we were both pretty alright with him. He is a good guy, but has some problems in his life that he needs to deal with. Anyway, the three of skated around in the lights, played HORSE on the ice, and tried to show off. Kevin was very good at skating and shooting in general because, well, he didn't really have a job so he spent a lot of his days just skating around. He needed to grow a beard because I am sure his face got cold with all that outdoor skating. I usually grow a beard every winter and it is GREAT. So helpful. I always tell girls that if they could grow a beard, they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is memories like those and many more that make me even MORE eager for some good old fashioned snow...and ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273023434896974706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SS2K4FlYI3I/AAAAAAAAACY/FoAa_X4UANo/s400/banff2008225_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-4015070474582571940?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4015070474582571940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=4015070474582571940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4015070474582571940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4015070474582571940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/bring-me-some-snow.html' title='Bring me some snow.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SS2K4FlYI3I/AAAAAAAAACY/FoAa_X4UANo/s72-c/banff2008225_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-5673615571254501561</id><published>2008-11-25T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:47:43.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide open spaces.</title><content type='html'>I can't pee when someone is standing next to me at the next urinal.  As soon as that toilet flushes though, I am golden...literally...well, usually clear but that is just cause I drink a lot of water.  Yes, I am pee shy.  I haven't really figured out why, but here is one possibility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that they didn't have stall doors on any of the toilets while I was in school in Hampton, IA.  This means that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; that you had to sit down to do the big job in the bathroom, you were left exposed.  No wonder no one liked to go to the bathroom in a public place, that experience will give you a complex.  Yes, there were still stall walls, but no door, and for some reason, that seemed like a pretty important missing element to the whole bathroom experience...privacy.  Also, they didn't have partitions between the urinals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, for a moment, that maybe this would have been helpful with my disability to use the restroom while in public.  Like, it would have built up my immunity to being pee shy.  I was wrong because, in my case, it just intimidated me enough to make it harder to use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice haircut."  A lady at work keeps telling me this.  I know she has said it to me at least once since last week when she told me before.  The thing is...I haven't gotten a haircut in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reeeeeally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time.  I think the lady is crazy.  Someone...please rescue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-5673615571254501561?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5673615571254501561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=5673615571254501561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/5673615571254501561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/5673615571254501561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/wide-open-spaces.html' title='Wide open spaces.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-272034370259548222</id><published>2008-11-24T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:34:22.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain = Jello</title><content type='html'>I am so bored today I can't remember the clever thing I was going to write about.  I have been staring too much at this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't anyone hire me?  I mean, is it really that bad in the job market that I can't get a job at Target or Best Buy?  I feel like they are probably missing out on something here...but that is coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I am getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-teej&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-272034370259548222?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/272034370259548222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=272034370259548222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/272034370259548222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/272034370259548222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/brain-jello.html' title='Brain = Jello'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-4593045837890620403</id><published>2008-11-21T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:40:10.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 people + 1,000 zombies =</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SSbycAqDsSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DXTphm1AIiQ/s1600-h/left4dead-mar1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271166976910405922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SSbycAqDsSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DXTphm1AIiQ/s400/left4dead-mar1st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left 4 Dead. This game is supposed to be the best, newest multi-player game on the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360 and PC. I downloaded the demo for the game on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; Live and my friend has purchased it for his PC. I think we both agree that this game is at its best when played with a friend (or three). It makes all the situations that much more intense and fun and scary, and you just can't beat hearing everyone scream all at once when a horde of zombies comes your way. When my friend and room mate sat down to play through a bit of the demo she whispered, "I have never seen anything like that. The zombies are so...agile!". This is completely true. The game shows zombies running...no...SPRINTING towards you, climbing over fences, and vaulting from rooftop to rooftop in pursuit of the main characters. I don't know the whole story behind the game since I have only played the demo, but some of the zombies have completely mutated and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;developed&lt;/span&gt; some 'extra powers'. Basically this makes for a variety of zombies, but the majority of them are still your regular '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crave'n&lt;/span&gt; ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point during out adventure, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt; and I were creeping through a house trying not to make too much noise (the zombies will hear you and attack suddenly). I saw a door over to the left of us and asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt; to please close that door so the zombies wouldn't sneak up behind us, which she did. I then continued on as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt; followed a little behind me. Suddenly, from behind us, our two other members (AI controlled characters) start screaming and yelling and gunshots are heard echoing down the hallway. We both quickly turn around to run towards them only to run into the door being broken down, a la The Shining, by a horde of zombies. We start to shoot through the hole in the door and suddenly another horde of undead bodies piles towards us from another area. We are surrounded and shooting wildly. Luckily we are playing on easy because I am pretty sure I nailed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt; in the head a few times with the shotgun in an effort to stop the zombies from taking her down. All this happens as we both are yelling and screaming about zombies and how many there are and how we need help and we are going to die. *pant, pant, pant* (Look around. No more zombies...for now.) And that was about the 10-15 minutes of game time that we had before we had to go to rehearsal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;...will the rest of the game be this awesome? I think so. I haven't even gotten into the fact that you can play as one of the zombies! How cool is that!? Imagine playing with your friends...four zombie players vs four human players. I am not sure how this all works out since I haven't been able to try it, but I imagine it has to be pretty darn awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-4593045837890620403?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4593045837890620403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=4593045837890620403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4593045837890620403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4593045837890620403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-people-1000-zombies.html' title='4 people + 1,000 zombies ='/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SSbycAqDsSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DXTphm1AIiQ/s72-c/left4dead-mar1st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-7971188543800598056</id><published>2008-11-20T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:28:29.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand up guy?</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the radio on my way to work today and someone on there was talking about someone guy that was a "stand up guy.  He gives money to a charity..." then silence.  Nothing more.  Just "He gives money to a charity".  That's it?  That's all it takes?  It was a celebrity they were talking about, but no one worth noting.  The sad thing here is that seems to be what these celebrity folks think.  That they can do whatever they want, whenever they want, to whomever they want as long as at the end of each month their name is mentioned as a charitable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;donor&lt;/span&gt;.  This is not a blast at giving to charities at all, I think it is great and every little bit will hopefully help.  However, I refuse to believe that it will INSTANTLY make you a better person.  It is gonna take more than that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yuppie&lt;/span&gt;.  I am not the be all end all of 'stand up guy guides', but i am don't think I am alone on this one.  You have got to have a bit more on your resume than some random charity donations.  It just really bothers me that these folks just throw some money at a problem then turn around and ignore the problem.  Basically it just lets them live with themselves and their ridiculously lavish lifestyles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note:  I like Saturday Night Live again.  I used to dream of doing that show.  That was my big goal.  I should do more sketch writing, huh?  And by more, I mean some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-7971188543800598056?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7971188543800598056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=7971188543800598056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7971188543800598056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7971188543800598056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/stand-up-guy.html' title='Stand up guy?'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-892382057358158846</id><published>2008-11-19T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:02:21.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>This has been an usual day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my friends are ok.  I am thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Carole Finale is going very well.  Every night it seems to get better and better.  It is exciting.  I hope that you all can imagine what it will be like if you can't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mr. Bolan...if you are reading this...I would like you to come and visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-892382057358158846?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/892382057358158846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=892382057358158846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/892382057358158846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/892382057358158846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow_19.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6176229600506853950</id><published>2008-11-18T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:37:23.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall'n behind...again.</title><content type='html'>poop.  i be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize.  will try to write more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6176229600506853950?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6176229600506853950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6176229600506853950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6176229600506853950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6176229600506853950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/falln-behindagain.html' title='fall&apos;n behind...again.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-2461049231043766840</id><published>2008-11-15T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:27:23.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look!</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday.  I am not at work, so I don't want to spend much time on the internet or at a computer.  Sadly, that means, this is all you get for today.  Pretty exciting, huh?  Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  I raked a lot of leaves today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-2461049231043766840?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/2461049231043766840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=2461049231043766840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2461049231043766840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2461049231043766840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/look.html' title='Look!'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-7107238418631994901</id><published>2008-11-14T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:44:03.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploding eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SR3U4oPq8nI/AAAAAAAAACI/WYN--BgcoBQ/s1600-h/jjj_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes. They feel like they are going to 'splode....out my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-7107238418631994901?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7107238418631994901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=7107238418631994901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7107238418631994901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7107238418631994901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/exploding-eyes.html' title='Exploding eyes.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-8150475081869371162</id><published>2008-11-13T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:07:32.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What just happened?</title><content type='html'>I just went out to my car for lunch because I firmly believe it is important to get away from the workplace on your breaks.  I finished a comic I needed to read by tomorrow so that I can return it to the library and had set my alarm on the phone so I would know when I was done with my break.  I suddenly found myself curled up, reclined in my front seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept.  Hard.  When I woke up I felt like it was 6:45pm.  I was out of it.  I had no idea how long I had been out, where I was, what I needed to do...just that I wanted to go back to sleep till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not 6:45pm.  It was 1:45pm and time for me to go back inside to sit here and stare at a computer screen, do nothing, and try and figure out what happened to me in the last 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most bizarre sleep-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt; experience I have had (and I have had a lot since I used to sleep walk and talk a LOT) happened while I was living at home still.  I was woken up by my mother asking me what I was doing.  I answered, "Taking a shower", a little annoyed and surprised that she didn't know.  At that point she asked me why I was taking a shower at 2:30am.  I had walked to the shower, started it, gotten in and showered...all while being asleep.  Had she not woken me up I probably would have gotten completely ready for the morning before realizing what time it was....and still being asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird sleep stories anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-8150475081869371162?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/8150475081869371162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=8150475081869371162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/8150475081869371162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/8150475081869371162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-just-happened.html' title='What just happened?'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-2150048727339767518</id><published>2008-11-12T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:02:28.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>One of my good friends from college just moved back here from Minnesota.  She was nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to bring along her wonderful husband, and my new friend of about a year, along with her.  I really can't express how excited I am about this.  I treasure these people so much, no matter where they are at geographically, but it is certainly nice to be able to just call one or both of them up and say, "Hey, let's hang out tomorrow" and then we do.  The unfortunate thing is this...I am so busy right now with getting Christmas Carol Finale up and ready for the December opening of the musical, that I really don't get to do as much with them as I would like.  I understand that a large part of this has to do with the fact that I am just super excited to be able to hang out with them for more than just a few hours every couple of months, but there is still a big part of me that just wants to do everything with them that I have been wanting to do for...well...as long as they have been in CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comforting fact: at least I know that I will get to see them eventually, and sooner rather than much later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-2150048727339767518?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/2150048727339767518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=2150048727339767518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2150048727339767518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2150048727339767518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-407336488385074774</id><published>2008-11-11T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:02:46.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>I just want to eat everything with my hands like I live in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that...spaghetti in the jungle.  Delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-407336488385074774?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/407336488385074774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=407336488385074774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/407336488385074774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/407336488385074774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-4248584458281779744</id><published>2008-11-10T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:23:54.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one...</title><content type='html'>and then I am officially caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea vs Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wins?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;When I am not doing any work at work, couldn't I just read instead?  I mean, I would start working as soon as I got some work.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My eye has been twitching all day...almost all day yesterday.  I have heard that means I am tired.  Is this true?  If so, how are those two things connected?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I have had a picture of some cats with snails shells on their backs, drawn my my friend Jake, on my desk since I started here two years ago.  How come no one asks me about this drawing?  Are there really snail cats somewhere and am I the only one who doesn't know about them?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite superhero?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a what-what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~t bagel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-4248584458281779744?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4248584458281779744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=4248584458281779744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4248584458281779744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4248584458281779744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-one.html' title='Last one...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-8226801305540836777</id><published>2008-11-10T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:32:26.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What has happened to me?</title><content type='html'>I used to think that the majority of people were good and nice and kind.  Suddenly, I get this job, in this office, at this computer, and talking on this phone...and I really think that most people I speak to and get emails from are just plain horrible.  (this means, JUST the people that are work related, not you lovely people who contact me during the day at work and keep me sane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my job, but I could survive that if it weren't for how it is changing me.  I am ultimately afraid of turning into a grumpy person because of this job.  I am not a grump, but I find myself in a COMPLETELY sour mood every day because of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I would do rather than work here.  I have applied at the lowest paying jobs that I have applied for since high school.  I want desperately to sell my car so that I can take a different job.  Ideally I would just like it to blow up someday (while it is very far away from everyone) so that I can just get some money.  I don't know how that works, but it could happen.  Also, on that day, it will rain gumdrops and lollipops.  Don't worry, I have a song &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; for that day and if you ask me to sing it to you the next time I see you, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  That's the kind of world I want to believe in.  Right now, I just have to listen to cranky people talk about air filters and motors that suck or don't suck and how these people suck because they don't suck.  Trust me, it is just as confusing and frustrating to me...heck, even more so probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was me venting a bit there.  Come back later, I told you, I am making up for a weekend with no writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-8226801305540836777?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/8226801305540836777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=8226801305540836777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/8226801305540836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/8226801305540836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-has-happened-to-me.html' title='What has happened to me?'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-4167455689663274180</id><published>2008-11-10T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:23:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost.</title><content type='html'>I didn't write anything this weekend.  Excuses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was someone in the room that has the computer in it.  The whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rehearsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make up for it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry.  I lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-4167455689663274180?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4167455689663274180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=4167455689663274180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4167455689663274180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4167455689663274180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-lost.html' title='I lost.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-4504199307158806072</id><published>2008-11-07T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:35:57.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to pee.</title><content type='html'>So this will be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have an improv show.  For those of you reading this blog and you doing the blog challenge...come and check it out.  Even if you live...not here.  Just hope on a jet and get here.  If you can't come this Friday then you will have to be here in February because I think you would like to see some funny things on stage...err...in a coffeehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much time today to do anything fun, which is odd because usually I do have too much time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the last two days I have been keeping track of the amount of time I spend doing NOTHING at work.  The 1st day it was 6 hours 10 minutes.  The second day it was 6 hours even.  Can someone please help me with getting a new job?  Seriously, I am an excellent worker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-4504199307158806072?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/4504199307158806072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=4504199307158806072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4504199307158806072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/4504199307158806072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-to-pee.html' title='I have to pee.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-589039156667644478</id><published>2008-11-06T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:51:14.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I think everyone can be stubborn from time to time. I have tried to reduce the amount of time that I spend clashing with people just because. I really think that is the right thing to do. It makes our lives less stressful and I just might learn something if I just listen to someone instead of sticking to my guns just because I think my guns are shinier than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stubbornness&lt;/span&gt; is one of the reasons why I just don't understand the folks who lost this election. Didn't you listen to your candidates somewhat, at times, gracious speech? He admitted it. He lost. However, he didn't just admit he lost, he commented on how we need to rally AROUND our new president elect. Remember that? Remember how he said that? If not, go back and watch it again, cause he did. My advice to you: "Stop being so petty". You are gonna be with this president for awhile, at least four years if junior high social studies serves me correctly. And really, is there something that is REALLY bothering you about this guy? Are you pissed because you may have to pay more taxes? You know what, if it is going to make life better in the long run, I will pay more taxes. Yes, I do agree that a lot of money spent by the government is poorly used (see my previous post, Stimulate This) but that doesn't mean I don't think that some of it isn't used for good things. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I am tired ALREADY of these sore losers. Stop all this negativity. Stop it. Just stop it. Can't we be happy for once? Just take comfort in the fact that both candidates could form a sentence (some better than others). When it comes down to it, did you REALLY want to elect another incompetent person even CLOSE to the presidency, someone who would take over if the president should fall ill, someone who would stand directly beside each presidential decision? Really? Did you not listen to the debates? Did she even form a sentence, answer a question, or do/say anything she hadn't rehearsed for hours in front of a mirror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I would have a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; had the election gone the other way because of that particular individual...not necessarily the candidate himself. However, I know that I am not stubborn enough to not support him, wish him the best, and pray for strength for him because he is the leader of our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those folks acting like a five year old who isn't getting that Go-Bot that they really want...I will give you a few weeks...three at the most...but then I expect you to stand up beside your president elect, the United (UNITED) States of America, and the world to support the decision that has been made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-589039156667644478?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/589039156667644478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=589039156667644478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/589039156667644478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/589039156667644478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-everyone-can-be-stubborn-from.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6078934816938112858</id><published>2008-11-05T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:33:48.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are cats so darn funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SRHYxU2DVmI/AAAAAAAAACA/AmUd6KDNNUY/s1600-h/25240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265227781293430370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SRHYxU2DVmI/AAAAAAAAACA/AmUd6KDNNUY/s400/25240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More writing to come later today, but this was funny enough to make me want to post it immediately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~t&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6078934816938112858?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6078934816938112858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6078934816938112858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6078934816938112858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6078934816938112858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SRHYxU2DVmI/AAAAAAAAACA/AmUd6KDNNUY/s72-c/25240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-651729430449169155</id><published>2008-11-04T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:24:34.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in a post-apocalyptic world and I am a post-apocalyptic girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SRCEg9pzb3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-na4wscnoY/s1600-h/Capitol_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264853666236690290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SRCEg9pzb3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-na4wscnoY/s400/Capitol_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has taken me too long to get to this subject. Fallout 3. I purchased this game for the 360 the day it came out (actually I traded in some games and didn't pay anything for it thanks to the awesome clerk at the store) and then took that day off as a video game day. The last time I did this was the day that Crackdown came out, probably over a year ago. That day was awesome and filled with video games, pizza, and root beer in glass bottles. The thing about video game days is that it makes me feel like I am in middle school all over again, but just the awesome parts of middle school. Not the parts where I was picked on because of my home made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoobas&lt;/span&gt;. The parts that I got to spend the night over at my best friend, Kyle's house, just playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ducktales&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NES&lt;/span&gt; or Twisted Metal on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt; later on in our times together. Just taking the time to do nothing but rot my brain for an entire day with video games is just silly. And I love that. Sure I did some other stuff during this day, and, yes, I saw the sunlight a bunch that day, but for the most part I just dedicated my time to playing Fallout 3. This particular video game day's enjoyment was increased because I got to spend it with a good friend of mine. He was genius enough to pick up some gummy worms, DOTS, and chips along with the root beer in glass bottles that I had requested of him. High fives and thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yous&lt;/span&gt; to this gentleman. He rules. (Now, if I could just see him more often. *hint, hint* friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Fallout 3. Sadly, I have not gotten to play any of the previous Fallout games. However, I do remember seeing them and watching them and enjoying that quite a bit. (more enjoyable than watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wolfenstein&lt;/span&gt; 3D as it didn't make me feel drunk) I do regret not ever playing these other Fallout games, but the only time I was allowed to play video games was at other peoples homes, so I never really had a chance to play anything for myself. Yes, I am making up for lost time with games now...still. In fact, the first thing I did when I moved out to go to college was to go and purchase a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Playstaion&lt;/span&gt;. For the longest time I never had anything but the demo disc that came with it...but it was more than enough. I loved the freedom of being able to just play whatever whenever I wanted. Oddly enough, this is just what Fallout 3 AND video game day is all about. I get to do whatever I want in the game and on the day whenever I want. The choices you can make in this game are just endless. Of course, each choice you make will take away or present you with a new set of choices. There is no way of knowing what these choices will do, so don't bother. I don't even think that playing through the game more than once will help you determine the results of these choices as there are just thousands of options. Heck, some of the choices you make may not even be up to you. Things just happen in this game. One of my friends is playing through this game at about the same pace as me and there are more moments that we DON'T share than ones we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; shared in the game. It is incredible to think that we are playing the same game and both following the path of good, but not really seeing anything the same. Yes, that is something else. I am playing the game as a good guy, a person that will fight for the rights of zombies, robots, and humans alike. I haven't even experienced the game as a destructive force at ALL yet. Plus there is a way to just play down the middle on everything AND there is an ending to the game for ALL these scenarios. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GAAAHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! Considering how large this game is right now, I should be playing this thing for the next 2 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking, "How can I spend so much time with a game?". Easily it turns out. I find that when I sit down to play this game, I am getting really into it. The last time I felt this way about a game it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bioshock&lt;/span&gt;. That was a beautiful game that had a great story and made it really easy to place yourself in the situations. However, Fallout 3 is just more realistic somehow. I mean, here I am wandering around a post-apocalyptic Washington DC and it just feels like something that really could happen. It feels gritty, dead, and very much like a wasteland. I mean, there are times when you see NOTHING for miles except burned out buildings and ruined statues. This makes the times you DO see something out there that much more intense. As you are walking around, suddenly you see a glowing light out across the night covered plains. You zoom in with your sniper scope (if you are lucky enough to have found one) and see it is a robot just wandering around. The next thing you see is probably some horribly deformed mutant with three long tongues flapping about and the only thing you can think is, "Oh crap. I have to get closer to see what exactly is happening there". Either that or you try and figure out a way to get around this confrontation without being seen. Really, the choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is good at making you think like someone trapped in these circumstances. I have gotten in the mindset so much that, for some reason, I have been carrying around a metal pot and a metal pan because I feel like if I really WAS trying to survive in this sort of wasteland, that I would have these things with me at all times for cooking and such. What can I say? Being a boyscout rubs off even in my video game playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I didn't get the chance to experience any of the previous Fallout 3 games, so I can't say if this holds true to them. What I DO know is that I am just really enjoying the world that they have created here. Sure there are little things that will get to you, just like any game, but overall I can't help but spend a little time everyday thinking about this game. Even if I don't get to play (which I haven't really done lately) I am still thinking about what could happen or where I will adventure to next or what mission I should continue on or what sorts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;monstrosities&lt;/span&gt; I will find next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; are endless, and I can do whatever I want whenever I want...because I am a post-apocalyptic girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-651729430449169155?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/651729430449169155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=651729430449169155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/651729430449169155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/651729430449169155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-live-in-post-apocalyptic-world-and-i.html' title='I live in a post-apocalyptic world and I am a post-apocalyptic girl.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SRCEg9pzb3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-na4wscnoY/s72-c/Capitol_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-3836117237580353561</id><published>2008-11-03T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:33:38.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge</title><content type='html'>Well, the challenge has been laid down and I am accepting it.  Write something everyday for the next three weeks.  I was doing really well at writing daily, but it seems to have fallen behind for one reason or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Our servers at work have been just horrific.  This means, as stated in previous blogs, that I can't do any work.  What's so bad about that?  I still have to sit here.  What's worse than that?  The fact that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; can't be accessed during these times, so I am literally just sitting here...staring at a screen.&lt;br /&gt;2.  It has been somewhat busy for me at work because I am helping people with their computers.  I seem to have a basic knowledge of how to create a folder on a desktop and suddenly I am the IT guy for our department or something.  Whatever, at least I get to stand up and walk around once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have been spending most of my free time at work, when we actually have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, to try and find a new job.  My friends keep sending me ideas and opportunities they see that may interest me and I immediately apply.  It has gotten to the point where I hardly even read what the job is...I just apply.  Thanks to those friends and please, continue this....heck, if you are reading this and would like to join the mission Get Todd A New Job....feel free.  I would like it.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I haven't had much to say lately.  I have been quiet in my life as of late.  I guess I just don't have much to say.  I hope that is OK.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have a lot on my mind that isn't work related and I am starting to get busy with that stuff.  "What stuff?" you may ask.  Well, we started rehearsals for Christmas Carol Finale (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CCF&lt;/span&gt;) and we have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; show for Delusions of Grandeur on Friday night at 7pm (tell your friends and then show up with them!).  So, I have been busy lately. However, I am still finding some time to read a LOT of comics.  I haven't read so many comics since I worked at John's Total Entertainment.  I have gotten my library card and am putting it to FULL use.  I don't even know how many trade paperbacks I have been reading and I don't know how many I have checked out.  I just know that I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.  I will have to get past those things and just post something here every day for the next three weeks.  Wish me luck and keep reading and commenting.  It is really what keeps me coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-3836117237580353561?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3836117237580353561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=3836117237580353561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3836117237580353561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3836117237580353561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/11/challenge.html' title='The Challenge'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6831656902501205299</id><published>2008-10-22T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:14:41.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and bitter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SP-XgEhzKZI/AAAAAAAAABo/XmKhOSh0KA0/s1600-h/20071206.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260089467019143570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SP-XgEhzKZI/AAAAAAAAABo/XmKhOSh0KA0/s320/20071206.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is how I feel today.  Stupid banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is what I looked at to make me happier.  I need to find a way to do this show (Complete Works of William Shakespeare Abridged) again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260089278069165250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SP-XVEonTMI/AAAAAAAAABg/bmYxbwSuaKo/s320/complete+works.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6831656902501205299?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6831656902501205299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6831656902501205299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6831656902501205299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6831656902501205299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-and-bitter.html' title='Short and bitter.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SP-XgEhzKZI/AAAAAAAAABo/XmKhOSh0KA0/s72-c/20071206.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-3553192304275091648</id><published>2008-10-21T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:56:23.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stimulate THIS!</title><content type='html'>Okay.  First off, I am not a great political mind.  I am going to just type this like the regular Joe (Plumber Joe perhaps?) that I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving into work today, down 35W South, and I noticed this billboard with headlines scrolling across it.  The one that I was able to catch said, "Bush not opposed to the idea of a second stimulus package".  I am assuming this means a stimulus package like the one that went directly to us folks and not the stock market.  Here's the deal:  Why didn't we just take the 700 billion dollars used for the stock bailout (which did nothing) and distribute it among the people of the United States?  This isn't my original thought, I have to admit, someone sent this in an email to me awhile back as kind a 'what the crap' joke but somewhat serious email.  Right now, I am agreeing with them.  Yes, there would be some huge idiots that would misuse this money, but a really think a lot of people would use it to even out their debt if not resolve it, and, if that is the case, perhaps the government could not give this to people directly, but instead to the companies that are owed money by these people.  If you don't owe anyone, congratulations!  You get $100,000 from the government.  Then what do you think those people would do with that?  Spend it.  Invest in a stock market or some sort of savings account or CD that will earn them money.  What would happen to the stock market?  It would go up...for a bit...because of this.  People would be able to breathe a bit easier (I know I would love it) and be more likely to spend some money on something they may not need.  How much would this ACTUALLY help?  I can't say.  I just know it makes a LOT more sense to give it to the people you are trying to help, ESPECIALLY if you are just going to turn around and approve ANOTHER economic stimulus package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I guess there are probably reasons to do this they way they did, but they are not very good reasons, from what I have seen and read.  Obviously it didn't work real well and some companies took the money and went on vacation (see The Patron Saint of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awesomeness&lt;/span&gt; blog on the left for a brief look at this).  When it boils down to it...I just want the government to give me money to open a store, go back to college, write a book, or any other of the thousands of things that crazy guy with the question mark jacket tells me I can get money to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-3553192304275091648?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3553192304275091648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=3553192304275091648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3553192304275091648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3553192304275091648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/stimulate-this.html' title='Stimulate THIS!'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-3451012889616441496</id><published>2008-10-17T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:43:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin and Jobs</title><content type='html'>I really, really miss Calvin and Hobbes in the funny pages.  I think that it was possibly the funniest comic strip ever made.  Most people I know could relate, in some way, to that little guy and his imagined adventures.  The content was great and the art was just fantastic.  Some of my favorite.  The expressions that were drawn were just classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.  No more Calvin and Hobbes in the newspaper.  Yes, they have some books with collected works in them (have you seen the GIANT collection?!  Awesome.) and they are good.  However, I keep seeing Calvin pop all OVER the place.  And he is peeing on things.  Chevy symbols, Ford logos, numbers 24 to 3, crosses, fishes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt; Bin Laden....I mean, the list is pretty much endless.  Which is why I hope that Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Watterson&lt;/span&gt;, the creator and illustrator of Calvin and Hobbes, signed an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aMAZing&lt;/span&gt; deal for the use of that character.  I hope that for every drop of pee that cascades onto a digit, logo, or symbol Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Watterson&lt;/span&gt; gets a big, fat check.  And when did this all start?  How many years ago did we start seeing Calvin urinating on the back of cars and trucks (mostly trucks, let's be honest)?  Because, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Watterson&lt;/span&gt; just got all his money up front...he didn't get enough.  Calvin is apparently not going to stop peeing anytime soon, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Watterson&lt;/span&gt; should see something of that pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-3451012889616441496?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/3451012889616441496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=3451012889616441496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3451012889616441496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/3451012889616441496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/calvin-and-jobs.html' title='Calvin and Jobs'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-2664035111091689011</id><published>2008-10-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:20:47.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Columbus Day!</title><content type='html'>So I am a day late.  What can I say?  I'm also a dollar short, so there you go...at least I complete all my idioms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took a moment to celebrate a huge mistake.  In fact, it may be the most celebrated mistake of all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes, but not often do we get any good feedback from them let alone a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frick'n&lt;/span&gt; holiday or recognized day for them.  Let's break this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Columbus sails out to get to India.  He sails and sails and sails and sails until...BOOM...he lands someplace.  Mistake #1.  Then, he says, "Hey, look at these Indians" and it sticks for all time.  Mistake #2.  Then, as if landing in the wrong place, assuming you are in the right place, and calling the folks there whatever you like...they decide to do some raping and some pillaging.  Sure, why the heck not.  Throw in a little disease and slavery and you Mistakes #3, #4, and #5...probably a handful of other mistakes that I am leaving out or forgetting about, but here is the point:  C.C. is celebrated for making not one but something like TEN huge mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sometimes wonder, "Does it really matter if I type a 5 instead of a 9?  If I turn left instead of right, so what?  If I make the mistake of not remembering something, what's the big deal?  Shouldn't these SMALL mistakes be overlooked or even celebrated?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not.  I am still punished in some way or the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Christopher Columbus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-2664035111091689011?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/2664035111091689011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=2664035111091689011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2664035111091689011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2664035111091689011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-columbus-day.html' title='Happy Columbus Day!'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6373760238875697428</id><published>2008-10-08T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:56:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The System is down.</title><content type='html'>For the last couple days at work, I have been sitting here not doing anything.  On Monday the fax machine was down, and at a job where I am entering orders from the fax machine...this leaves me with literally nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:   Why would I still have to be there all day? &lt;br /&gt;A:  I have no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, the fax machine was working but the system we use to put orders in...was down.  All day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Why would I still have to be there all day?&lt;br /&gt;A:  I have no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you starting to notice a trend?  This company has officially wasted thousands of dollars in the last two days.  It was so bad yesterday because even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; wasn't fully working, so I couldn't do much of anything to waste the time.  It finally got to the point at which I just started reading a comic book.  *sigh*  I miss working at a comic shop so much.  Do some work, do some cleaning, organize some comics and stuff, sell some stuff, talk comics with people, then read some comics.  *sigh again*  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some talks (with my former comic book store boss) of starting a comic shop here in the cities.  It would be tough, but in the neighborhood I live in there isn't anything it around.  It would be nice to have a nice little shop and it would be much better than working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to dreaming about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6373760238875697428?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6373760238875697428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6373760238875697428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6373760238875697428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6373760238875697428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/system-is-down.html' title='The System is down.'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-5413204084170092831</id><published>2008-10-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:45:23.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too bored to be bored</title><content type='html'>So.  I enter orders that come into this company via fax.  Today our fax machine was down...all day, so when I say I didn't do anything today...I really mean that.  Why did I have to stay here all day?  The world will never know.  How stupid was today?  Stupid enough for me to be SO bored that I am not taking time to write anything here until the END of the day.  Beyond boring.  So bored that I was too tired by being bored to even do anything.  Does that make sense or has the boredom made me drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so boring that the guy you normally talks constantly behind me, didn't say much.  As evidence, here is a log I kept on Friday of what happened behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:31&lt;br /&gt;Him: Do you get emails from Donna Smith?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes&lt;br /&gt;Him: She puts smiley faces on them.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ...&lt;br /&gt;Him: Like those...what are they?...emoticons?&lt;br /&gt;11:32&lt;br /&gt;All those years I wasn't working here I didn't know what I was missing.&lt;br /&gt;11:34&lt;br /&gt;I think the jalapeno is in the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;11:34:30&lt;br /&gt;It's got some kick to it.&lt;br /&gt;11:39&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!  *mumble, mumble, mumble*&lt;br /&gt;11:44&lt;br /&gt;You could go with the old no arms no legs joke...call her Ilene.&lt;br /&gt;11:59&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bacheloring&lt;/span&gt; tonight.&lt;br /&gt;11:59:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Egg drop&lt;/span&gt; soup.  I'll have that tonight.  Helps fight a cold.&lt;br /&gt;11:59:40&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go talk to Julie.  Credit card order...has...*mumble, mumble*...credit card order...*mumble*&lt;br /&gt;12:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pepperidge&lt;/span&gt; Farms.  They make good cookies.&lt;br /&gt;12:06&lt;br /&gt;(He talk to a co-worker about Wayne's Pizza.  He retold the entire story he told her, then told the story of when he told her.  Too much was said for me to write down)&lt;br /&gt;12:09&lt;br /&gt;That A&amp;amp;W &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;root beer&lt;/span&gt; hit the spot.  They make the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;root beer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12:10&lt;br /&gt;Don't go home.  Go to the park...It's a little cool out there.&lt;br /&gt;12:12&lt;br /&gt;I think I will call this lady.&lt;br /&gt;12:18&lt;br /&gt;Put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roller skates&lt;/span&gt; on her.&lt;br /&gt;12:18:20&lt;br /&gt;I could go home and get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roller blades&lt;/span&gt; and we could push her around.&lt;br /&gt;12:48&lt;br /&gt;I should have talked my girlfriend into waiting one week for that Duluth trip.&lt;br /&gt;1:10&lt;br /&gt;Hey Todd.  What percentage of people dress up here for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;1:12&lt;br /&gt;(As I am clearly up to walk to get prints) I had the weird idea of being a post-op &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;transsexual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1:13&lt;br /&gt;I had friend in college and he dressed up like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Betelgeuse&lt;/span&gt; and he took all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt; out of dad's closet.  (pause.  pause.)  It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;1:15&lt;br /&gt;So Todd....you said you won &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;trophy&lt;/span&gt;?  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;paaaaaauuuussssse&lt;/span&gt;)  Can I see it? (wanders into my cube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...there is an idea of how crazy this dude is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-5413204084170092831?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/5413204084170092831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=5413204084170092831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/5413204084170092831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/5413204084170092831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-bored-to-be-bored.html' title='Too bored to be bored'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-1041278541314802785</id><published>2008-10-03T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:32:42.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo funny...</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing in THIS post will be funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you can expect some funny from a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; troupe that a few of my friends and I have started called Delusions of Grandeur.  These people are so funny that I can't stop laughing during the rehearsals.  Oh well, it is just for plain '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; fun.  We have gigs the first Friday of every month starting...TONIGHT!  7pm.  Less than 2.5 hours from now at a coffeehouse.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another quick post, sadly, because it has been like actual work here today at the office.  Pretty nifty how that happens once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_t_o_d_d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-1041278541314802785?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/1041278541314802785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=1041278541314802785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1041278541314802785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/1041278541314802785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sooo-funny.html' title='Sooo funny...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-8787671440866185981</id><published>2008-10-02T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:07:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Not much to write today because I am not feeling well.  More tomorrow though as I am sure I am just over-tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but check back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-8787671440866185981?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/8787671440866185981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=8787671440866185981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/8787671440866185981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/8787671440866185981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-6328003900054751770</id><published>2008-10-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:58:45.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Jedi</title><content type='html'>If you have read the blog from the beginning, then you know that I have been playing Star Wars: Force Unleashed on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360. If you haven't been reading since the beginning, well, now you know. (perhaps you should take a look back at the things you have missed in the past...perhaps not...it's really up to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring this up again is because it has rekindled my Star Wars love. Yeah, I love Star Wars. I have had the pleasure of being in two productions of this fantastic play called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hamluke&lt;/span&gt; which is Star Wars and Hamlet put together. It is just RIGHT up my alley, so it has worked out really well for me. Like I said, I have had the pleasure of being in two of the three productions of this show and it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blasty&lt;/span&gt;-blast...hopefully the next time we do it will be at a Star Wars convention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point being, there are things that once in awhile awake my inner Jedi. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hamluke&lt;/span&gt; is one of those things and now Star Wars: Force Unleashed is another. As a younger person I would spend large chunks of time with my best friend playing Star Wars customizable card games and listening to the soundtracks from all the original movies over and over and over again. Heck, I would play the game by myself I liked it so much. I have always been a fan of Star Wars, but I seem to go from liking it a lot to LOVING it. Right now, I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of this spring of Jedi love, I will try to make a list of things a Jedi should NOT use his powers for. A friend and I have talked a little about this, so I hope I can remember some of them that we came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things a Jedi should NOT do with the Force:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flying. The Force can be used to improve the distance of your jumps, but should not allow you to levitate at any time. One addition: Darth Vader should never jump OR fly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make the dead your little puppet. You should never use the Force to move a dead body around in order to scare someone or make them laugh (or whatever else you can come up with in that crazy head of yours). The dead should not move. One stipulation: if you are being attacked by zombies go ahead and throw those rotting corpses against a wall or pop their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use your mind powers to 'romance' a person. I think this one is pretty self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;4. Household chores. Don't be lazy. Plus it would look super lame if you were levitating the poop out of the cat box or spraying that cleaning solution on the window.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating. Pick up that cheeseburger with your hands, not the force. One stipulation: if a werewolf is attacking you, you can pick up that real silverware (you know? that stuff you got from your mother-in-law as a wedding present?) with the Force and throw it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Playing a musical instrument. Trust me, you will look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; much more awesome just playing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accordion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now. If you have any to add, leave a comment. I would love to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS The trees look pretty outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-6328003900054751770?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/6328003900054751770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=6328003900054751770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6328003900054751770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/6328003900054751770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/10/return-of-jedi.html' title='Return of the Jedi'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-7041697876225890614</id><published>2008-09-30T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:45:59.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things change.  Wait...what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SOJXddJxUTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FftWHGWnBfo/s1600-h/mike_and_ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251856279020851506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SOJXddJxUTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FftWHGWnBfo/s320/mike_and_ike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Just Born Inc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been noticing for a bit now that your company, Just Born, has started to infiltrate a childhood favorite candy of mine. Mike and Ike candies. I can't help but notice that things have been changing with the classic candies. For as long as I can remember these delicious candies were packaged in boxes. Now they come in plastic bags? Does this make sense? Since when is plastic the NEW safe-for-the-environment material? Plus, it is SO much cooler to get a BOX of candies than to get a BAG of candies. Also, what is the deal with, like, four hundred different kinds of Mike and Ike candies? Mike and Ike were in a green box and they were pink, red, orange, green, and yellow. Of course, we had the option of enjoying Jolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt; which were all purple ones, but now it is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frick'n&lt;/span&gt; carnival of flavors and colors. Mike and Ike candies are ONLY to be in a green box and ONLY to be the previously mentioned colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to think that after your company brought the planet the devil of sweet treats that you would learn to NOT mess these things up. Yes, I am talking about the one, the only...Peeps. Peeps are horrid. Peeps are the devil. However, you somehow managed to make them worse. Peeps started out as just an Easter item. Coming in the shape of birds, either pink or yellow. Now, suddenly, we are seeing bunnies come hopping down the aisles of our local stores. But did you stop there? Oh no. You had to bring these sugar coated sugar puffs to other holidays. Sugary trees grew all around stores during the Christmas season (which, by the way comes earlier and earlier every year MUCH to my disdain), puffy four leaf clovers sprouted up around St. Patrick's Day (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;...beer please...NOT sugar coated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt; puffs), and even red, white, and blue marshmallow flags taunt me as I walk around during the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. The point is: you have taken something that I only had to deal with ONCE a year and now...I have to look at these horrors pretty much all year long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop it. Just stop it. Please, bring back boxes of Mike and Ike candies. Stop messing with the delicious memories of these candies by adding every stupid flavor you come up with. (lemonade blends should be liquid...not gummy enough to get stuck in your teeth for hours of enjoyment) Make sure that IF you decide to have some flavor other than the classics...you call them something else entirely. Something like Jolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt; or Snapple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fruities&lt;/span&gt; or something equally ridiculous. Just stop messing with my candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And stop making peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-7041697876225890614?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7041697876225890614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=7041697876225890614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7041697876225890614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7041697876225890614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-change-waitwhat.html' title='Things change.  Wait...what?!'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SOJXddJxUTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FftWHGWnBfo/s72-c/mike_and_ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-7500813110155583728</id><published>2008-09-29T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:17:22.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the black...</title><content type='html'>I like imagining things.  I really do.  I like making things up in my mind and creating things from those imganings.  It passes the time and makes me feel a bit more free when I am trapped in the cube here at work, driving in traffic, or sometimes when I am just in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the reason that I am enjoying the time I am spending with some of my friends playing a little role playing game (RPG) based in the world of the Joss Whedon cancelled TV series, Firefly.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefly_(TV_series"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefly_(TV_series&lt;/a&gt;)  For those of you familiar, please read on.  For those of you not familiar...STOP...go find this TV series on DVD and watch it...completely...non-stop...and then you should continue reading.  (really?  cowboy/smugglers in space and you HAVEN'T seen this yet?  come on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we have tried to get together every week and play a little and it has been very fun.  Lots of great characters and dedication to those characters (even if it means getting in a lot of fights with your own crew).  So far we have killed a lot of folks and even turned a little bit of a profit.  Our game master is one of my favorites and his imagination is something to be reckoned with, as I am sure we will find out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have been imagining a lot about lately is escaping on another adventure.  I recently got to run away to Colorado, land of mountains and trees and lakes and snow and cool air and delicious food, but now I have the itch again.  Duluth may be in the cards before the snow happens.  On the other hand, I have never seen Duluth in the snow, so it could be pretty awesome...but colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also...I went to Wendy's the other night and was immediately asked if I would be interested in a fresh, tastey Baconator.  I declined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-7500813110155583728?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/7500813110155583728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=7500813110155583728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7500813110155583728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/7500813110155583728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-me-out-to-black.html' title='Take me out to the black...'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-2457272521330223151</id><published>2008-09-26T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:26:54.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor rainstorms</title><content type='html'>Day two in the...what do the kids call it?...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had rehearsal for the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; troupe that I am going to try and start up. We are called Delusions of Grandeur (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DoG&lt;/span&gt; for short) and we already have a show booked. Pretty sweet, huh? It will take place the first Friday of every month which puts this show on the 3rd of October at 7pm at this place: &lt;a href="http://www.janinescoffeehouse.com/"&gt;http://www.janinescoffeehouse.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be a lot of fun. In fact, that is idea behind this group, just have a good time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt;. I still would like to do some more stuff with T-Rex Force or Man Secret or whatever the other group I am in is called, but things are a bit busy for some of the members of that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Well, I am sure that was boring for everyone to read. On to the REAL story of this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was outside rehearsing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DoG&lt;/span&gt;, one of my room mates came out of the basement saying that we had a leak and that water was going everywhere. At first I didn't pay too much attention since I was in the middle of a scene, but as time went on and more and more of my room mates ran downstairs, I decided that I should probably go and take a look at what was happening. I excused myself and made my way into the basement. I as came down the stairs, I looked to the right where all three of my room mates were scrambling to grab buckets and any other containers they could in order to catch the water that was pouring through the floorboards in the basement. At the same time, water was leaking on the outside of the house were the hose was at, so I ran out to shut it off. I came back and noticed that this water was coming from directly below the tub where a guest was taking a shower. Now, lately we have had the distinct pleasure of showering in some standing water because of a slow drain. While this is a little gross, it is only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mildly&lt;/span&gt; inconvenient...until now. I am assuming that the tub filling up with water and the drain was so plugged that the water found its way along the bottom of the tub and then start pouring out through the floor in the basement. This meant that it was time for me, as the handyman, to clean out the drain of the tub. I began to take apart the plumbing of the drain sequence and found the block. Now, I wish I could describe to you all what I found in there, but there are a couple of reasons I can't: #1 I am not a very good writer #2 There are no human words that would describe the abominations that I pulled out of that place. By the end of the night our tub was draining much more quickly and hopefully we won't be having any water raining down into the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier during the week, in a different area of the basement (thankfully) I had completed the new Star Wars: Force Unleashed game for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360. All in all, I really enjoyed it. I'm glad I bought it because I am already starting to play through it again for a second time. The story is pretty good and does a great job of expanding and adding pieces of Episodes 4, 5, and 6 in the Star Wars saga. The voice acting is top notch and the 'acting' done by the characters in the game is actually quite good. The graphics are pretty great and the new physics engines that are used are pretty incredible. You can tell that if the game makers had more time and money that they would have used the engines on pretty much everything in the game, but right now only most of the things in the game have it applied to them. This means that while I blow through set of GIANT steel doors, I can't blow over a tiny tree. However, the items and places that DO have these engines applied to them are just awesome. Just plain awesome. Bending girders, throwing TIE fighters, blowing threw those doors I mentioned before, ripping apart metal cages, shattering glass, and using force lightning on mouse droids makes you feel like the coolest, most powerful, evil person in the world...but really, that droid had it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on the horizon for games, Fallout 3 comes out on October 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I can't really get started on talking about this game because I am already too excited for my own good for it, so why make it worse for myself by talking about it here? Just know it will be just incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can't really think of anything else to say at this point and glancing back at what this has been so far today, it looks kind of boring. But hey, I am sure I will write something interesting at some point, right? I guess if you are still reading this after all of that, congrats to you. I should buy you a drink or perhaps share an appetizer with you sometime. I would like that very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day and a good weekend if I don't have a chance to write during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and don't let me forget to mention something about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;RPG&lt;/span&gt; that I am participating in right now, the next time I write)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-2457272521330223151?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/2457272521330223151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=2457272521330223151' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2457272521330223151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/2457272521330223151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/09/indoor-rainstorms.html' title='Indoor rainstorms'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682259159737954609.post-9138420091987099717</id><published>2008-09-25T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:57:25.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeeerrrre we gooooo....</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm gonna give this a shot. It seems interesting and who knows, it may be fun too. Heck, I don't know if anyone will read it or, if they do, if it will be at all entertaining because I am not the greatest writer ever. We will see though. Please comment all you would like. I am always looking for something to read while I am at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is where I start. My work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lame. I sit at a computer all day, I think a lot about things that are not work related, and I spend a lot of time on the internet. The internet part is odd because, as I have explained to some of my friends, I did not have the internet (for real) until I went BACK to college in 2004. When I was in school in Iowa, we didn't have the internet. Yeah, I know that makes me sound like an old man talking about this new fangled information carrying magic tube device, but it is true...we didn't have it! Now, feel free to insert any and all Iowa related jokes here. In fact, take a few shots at my age if you care to. I mean, this blog should be fun for everyone, right? Anyway, having the internet at my fingertips is a bit odd. I don't really know what to do with it all. I basically read the same things everyday and check the same comics everyday. All in all, the internet can be interesting, but mostly a waste of time. A friend of mine once had a great hypothosis that the internet, for as time saving its email and what is, actually ends up wasting MORE time than if we didn't have it. I tend to agree. However, if it weren't for the internet, I wouldn't be doing this blog, I wouldn't be able to quickly email my friends about events, I wouldn't know how to make a 3-D dinosaur cake, and I wouldn't be able to chat with any of my friends on Gmail Chat. (Gmail Chat has been a lifesaver and the only reason I am able to survive my days here at the office.) The other thing that has helped pass the time is listening to the radio online. Oddly enough, I spend most of my day listening to sports radio KFAN 1130am. This is odd because...I am not really a huge sports fan. Now, I LOVE hockey. I mean, hockey, to me, is really the best thing about cold. (Well, that a blankets and movie watching and hot drinks (hot apple blast!) and sledding) I like to watch hockey, I like to play hockey, and I really like living in the State of Hockey, Minnesota. Spreaking of hockey, my favorite team is the Minnesota Wild and I recently had the wonderful chance to be their first ever mascot. It did not work out in the end, but I made it all the way to the last round of only 6 people. 6 all the way down from 60 isn't bad. In the end, I should have spent more time skating on the ice for the audition rather than just playing with the kids they had there. Oh well, it was a mistake and I can't change that now. Back to listening to online radio. Long story short...they have recently blocked ALL radio stations at work. All. Seriously, do they REALLY need us to be mindless robots at work? I mean, I am still going to listen to something at work, but now I am going to do it with even MORE hatred for them in my heart than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one more example of why I hate where I work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor recently sat down with me to tell me that this job wasn't important enough to me. Now this is true, but she then told me that this job needed to be my life. .... Really?! My life? How sad is that? Well, I will tell you; it's pretty frick'n sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...on a compLETEly different note: my friend just messaged me and told me that "the U of I calendar of events in the handbook handed out to thousands of students has a Black History Month Lunch and Learn.only in the handbook it is printed: Black History Month Lynch and Learn". Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this post will be longer than the normal post because I am getting you all caught up with what is up. I am sure this isn't necessary, but you never know who will start to randomly read these sorts of things. I hope you come back again. Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682259159737954609-9138420091987099717?l=todd-janssen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/feeds/9138420091987099717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682259159737954609&amp;postID=9138420091987099717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/9138420091987099717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682259159737954609/posts/default/9138420091987099717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todd-janssen.blogspot.com/2008/09/heeeeeerrrre-we-gooooo.html' title='Heeeeeerrrre we gooooo....'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644527333146775652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TB7FMgUSKKc/SsdUsdO72WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JFn5yDfmiqA/S220/IMG_0187.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
