<?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-8108173201250145154</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:15:17.327-05:00</updated><category term='moving out'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='dating'/><category term='books'/><category term='toothpaste'/><category term='history'/><category term='Transforming Robots'/><title type='text'>The Rantings of a Guy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-8341829209431158816</id><published>2008-06-05T08:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:58:42.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Jimmy Jams....</title><content type='html'>...it's raining in my apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At least, that was my first thought this morning when I was rudely disturbed from my slumber at 0339. I turned on the light and heard dripping noises. Upon further inspection, I discovered there were not 1, but 4 places in the ceiling that were leaking. I scrambled around to throw my bed against the wall out of the way of the putrid water coming from the apartment above me...and fired up my computer to find the number for maintenance. (I just threw away all of my stuff from The Atrium yesterday...literally)  The guy came in and the only words out of his mouth were "Oh S***"...and he ran upstairs to find out what the heck was going on. In the mean time, I went to the gym. I wasn't going to let a little mess in my soon to be former apartment ruin a morning with my trainer. When I got back, I found out that the guy upstairs had been filling his fish tank...and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course explains the random rushing of large amounts of water I hear coming from the balcony now and then... So anyway...my process of packing up has been turbo charged. I've gotta get out of here before the entire ceiling caves in on me...and ruins another television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-8341829209431158816?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/8341829209431158816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=8341829209431158816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/8341829209431158816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/8341829209431158816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-jimmy-jams.html' title='Sweet Jimmy Jams....'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-3398522353698621732</id><published>2008-05-07T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:59:23.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV!</title><content type='html'>Hey! A few months ago I mentioned about my misadventures with my apartment building and the resulting destruction of my television...I got a new one this week. It's a 46" 1080p 120Hz Samsung. I've been glued to it now for 2 days. I'd forgotten how nice it was to watch movies on a screen larger than a toaster. Now the only problem is having to move it...again. It's not like it's heavy, it's just a little unwieldy in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending more time in my living room, I've realized that my cable box's HDD spins up and down like a siren all day long. It's really quite annoying. So much so that I unplugged it last night to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/span&gt; in peace. I turned on a recorded episode of LOST on Monday night and started giggling like a little kid in awe of the HDTV wonderment sprawling before my eyes. I'm hoping to find something that runs in 1080p without having to buy a Blu-Ray player, but I'm okay with just watching any television again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a large smattering of films in the last 2 days...it's like watching new movies or something...even though I've seen some of them more times than I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragon_Dynasty"&gt;Dragon Dynasty&lt;/a&gt; series of films from Hong Kong presented here in the States by the Weinstein Brothers is amazing. They've got new films and classic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaw_Brothers"&gt;Shaw Brothers&lt;/a&gt; films from the 70's. It's really interesting to see the changes in HK cinema style over the course of 30 or so years. Anyway, if you're ever over...you should watch something with me! I'm always up for watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another oh, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zebraman"&gt;Zebraman&lt;/a&gt;! As cheesy as the title is...it's a great film. It's directed by Takeshi Miike of Grudge fame here in the US. I found a terrific &lt;a href="http://www.headinjurytheater.com/article50.htm"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; of it that sums up about how people feel when I suggest films. :) The title is cheesy, the premise sounds like some sort of bad joke...a man who is a lousy teacher and crappy family man discovers that his love of an obscure costume superhero tv show from 1978 (canceled of course) is coming true and he's the titular hero...anyway...lots of good cinema out there from places other than Hollywood. You should try it...you might like it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-3398522353698621732?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/3398522353698621732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=3398522353698621732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/3398522353698621732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/3398522353698621732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2008/05/tv.html' title='TV!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-9169997915954105688</id><published>2008-04-22T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:15:48.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap! (Or, how I learned that I should write more often because I don't go crazy that way.)</title><content type='html'>I might actually need to schedule in blogging to my Google Calendar. Most of my life is run by Google these days. I had to schedule in my workouts at Lifetime into my work schedule after a couple of weeks of slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new summer schedule starts next week. I'm really excited for it to begin already. It'll be the first time I've worked all days since I started with Allina over 2 years ago. I can go to church every weekend, and my nights are almost exclusively free, despite working 7 days in a row. It may sound ridiculous, but I'm looking forward to going to bed at 9ish. I can't remember the last time I was in bed before 10 or 11pm...honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving out of my irresponsible dog owner infested apartment building in June. I'll have roommates for the first time in 6 years, which at nearly 28 will take a little getting used to. Not that I'm not totally pumped to live with these guys, who I've known for the better part of a decade now...but having to work with the comings and goings of 3 other people will be different after so many years of basically doing what I want, when I want...as loud as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to play my drums every day again, which will be so good for me. As much as I appreciate my dad loaning me the Roland rig, it'll be great to sit down behind a "real" drumkit after work and start to bring back my chops. I recently upgraded a few bits of my kit and I'm really looking forward to giving them the workout they need. Being able to lead worship in March was really what I needed to get me out of a slump. It had been about 6 months since I'd played out anywhere, and I was getting a little stir crazy. It's tough to look at the most consistent thing in your life for the last 20+ years cased up and stacked in a corner every day. I notice when I'm not doing things musically, my spiritual walk seems to falter as well. I know there's always been a tie between music and spirituality for me as far back as I can remember. I've been told the happiest I seem is playing my drums, and I feel like that's true. There's probably some scholarly analysis of that situation that wouldn't bode well for me as a "whole Christian", but that's for another day. :) Anyway...look for more frequent stuff from me in the coming weeks as summer rapidly approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm totally enjoying Season 1 of Smallville, 7 years after it came out...nobody said I was quick on the uptake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-9169997915954105688?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/9169997915954105688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=9169997915954105688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/9169997915954105688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/9169997915954105688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2008/04/holy-crap-or-how-i-learned-that-i.html' title='Holy Crap! (Or, how I learned that I should write more often because I don&apos;t go crazy that way.)'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-6018695962118602952</id><published>2008-03-20T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:13:11.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been 2 months?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, have I been away from blogging that long? I've had lots of things to write about, but really have just been processing things internally as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Lifetime Fitness about a month ago and have gone most nights since that time, despite being sick for the better part of the last month. They've been exceedingly helpful with planning out meals and setting up exercise routines. I've managed to lose 5 pounds in 2 weeks...only 45 more to go! (By August...) My trainer has been really cool, she even started coming to Upper Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for being sick, I'm not really sure what it is that I have, but it's annoying. I've had (in no particular order) a fever, nausea/vomiting, a sore throat, the brief loss of my voice, lots of coughing, a runny nose, headaches and just a general feeling of fatigue. I missed work again today after making it through just fine on Monday and Tuesday.  I woke up today and felt like someone had hit me with a bus, and backed over me to make sure they got the job done...then I puked. All in all, great way to start out the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder if it's stress related, I've been under quite a bit of it as of late. It seems like everything sort of collapsed in on me in the last couple of weeks and I'm finally climbing out of the wreckage. I've been going to meal group for the first time this session. I wound up with a really neat collection of people from different life stages. Plus, it's given me a chance to get out of the house for something other than buying food and going to the gym while I've been sick. Oh, and one of them worked with an ex-girlfriend...so it's been interesting getting to talk through stuff with her and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a book recently called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Bad Christians Happen to Good People &lt;/span&gt;by Dave Burchett (ISBN-10: 1578564905) I've run into a lot of people at work whose only real exposure to a Christian was a guy who was a real Bible thumping proselytizing holier-than-thou who worked here until he was fired for gross sexual misconduct with patients... Anyway, there are about 4-5 Christians that I know of at work, and by Christians I mean the kind that go to church on days other than Christmas and Easter, and are willing to discuss Faith matters openly. So there's a big void there...and a lot of mixed animosity/apathy towards Christians in general because of this guy. Granted, there are quite a few homosexuals at my workplace as well, and traditionally, they mix like water and oil with Christians. So, I figured it would be a good idea to have a place to start at least opening dialogs with people about what they think of the whole "Jesus Stuff". It's been relatively easy so far, people are really willing to talk about what they believe when they're comfortable that you're not trying to convert them...so we'll see where that goes in the future. I'm hoping to gain some new insight into how to breach the subject more successfully through reading. (Imagine that, me trying to learn more from a book...go figure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also experimenting what life is like without a regular TV. Mine was tragically destroyed in an incident about a week ago where my building leaked and shorted out both the TV and the cable box. I had the cable box replaced (I can't miss LOST...) but the TV is still sitting on the floor until such a time as the dumpster in the garage is empty enough for me to toss it in. (My building generates a disproportionate amount of large items it seems.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I've been using my 10" portable DVD player as a monitor to watch stuff on cable. It's tiny, but I can at least keep up with all my shows/movies that I've been recording. I've been saving a lot of classics as of late, as well as several shows on PBS. I suppose at some point I'll get rid of cable entirely and just record the network shows I like...but I'm not ready for that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dating...no dates in over 2 months, and I'm okay with that. My eHarmony membership lapses next week...after a year and only minor success, I was ready to pack it in. I turned off matching in January, and shut down everything else shortly after that. It was an eye opening year for me personally, of which I'll probably have to write an entry about in the next few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's been interesting in the last few months that I've "been away" from here...more to come in the near future...I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-6018695962118602952?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/6018695962118602952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=6018695962118602952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/6018695962118602952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/6018695962118602952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2008/03/has-it-really-been-2-months.html' title='Has it really been 2 months?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-6765487862008676173</id><published>2008-01-16T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:25:20.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...what if I don't want to put a title here?</title><content type='html'>I've been extremely lax on blogging over the last couple of months. (Something different, right?) It's been a big transition back to being an independent adult again. I'm moving the last of the furniture and stuff this weekend, so that'll be fun. As alluded to in my previous (albeit short) post, I broke up with my girlfriend after about a month. This is a proven track record for me, I last about a month and then I fall apart and can't deal with dating anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long talk the other night, I have reasserted the conclusion that I have issues. (duh) Mostly dealing with my fears of rejection and abandonment. I have a long standing insecurity with myself when it comes to the women I'm dating. I always have this feeling like they're going to bail out on me, or find out I'm not as cool as they think I am...and leave me for some other guy. So I put on a front of being pretty much the best boyfriend in the world...until I get tired of playing the part for days on end...and the cracks in my armor start to show...and then it all comes busting out and they get a good healthy dose of what I like to call "crazy Joe"...who breaks up with them (or they break up with me) and I move on...lamenting all the way about how I could have done this or that better. Never do I really sit back and say, "Hey...you're putting on a show, how about letting her see how you really are?" because that would be frightening to me, to let someone know that I'm super anxious and nervous around groups of people, but have a really good game face to put on when the time comes. They'd see I'm really quite shy, and not that good with words when I'm talking to someone I like. And that would probably be okay, but I don't like letting people see that I'm not made of adamantium, just plastic knock off claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the internet to find dates, because it's easier to talk to people via email and IM than it is to walk up to a girl at church and tell her that I'm interested and would like to ask her out on a date some time. Nooo...that's too hard. Granted, every girl I know would love a guy to walk up to her and ask her out. They lament over how timid guys at church are all the time...and how they're so frustrated with waiting for a guy to ask them out. For me, it's not so much the actual asking out part...it's the waiting for a reply part...the fear of rejection is so strong in me that I'd rather sit back and watch woman after woman start dating someone else...and get married, rather than buck up and ask them out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm planning on going to see a counselor this week or next to talk about stuff...it's been a long time since I did that. I can't keep living the way I am...it's not healthy for me, or the people I encounter who I don't give a chance to get to know the "real me". It's time to put away the armor and hang up the claws...there's no room in the inn for superheros, just regular Joe's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-6765487862008676173?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/6765487862008676173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=6765487862008676173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/6765487862008676173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/6765487862008676173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-if-i-dont-want-to-put-title-here.html' title='...what if I don&apos;t want to put a title here?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-813257849071921708</id><published>2008-01-04T05:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T05:53:41.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly...</title><content type='html'>...it was over as quickly as it began. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have anything for me to do this weekend so I don't go crazy by myself? Seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-813257849071921708?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/813257849071921708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=813257849071921708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/813257849071921708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/813257849071921708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2008/01/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-4330721557134080143</id><published>2007-12-08T02:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:20:13.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New things</title><content type='html'>So it's been over a month since I wrote anything last, and in that time I've moved and started a new relationship. In and of themselves...rather big deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new place, it's pretty utilitarian at this point. I'm still working on slowly moving all my furniture from my parents house to the apartment. Of course, it being December...the weather isn't really cooperating. With the snow comes the cold...and the desire to move things decreases steadily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping for the first time in almost 2 years. (well, if you don't count random trips to the store to pick up a gallon of milk for my parents) I actually had a big stupid grin on my face for most of my adventure through &lt;a href="http://www.cub.com"&gt;Cub Foods&lt;/a&gt;. It was a lot of fun to be able to buy stuff for myself again...I know that "fun-ness" will wear off pretty quick...but I'm enjoying it while it lasts. I am at least self sufficient at this point, so that's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the part everyone wants to hear about...the relationship. Too bad! I'll just say she's awesome. She makes me smile just being around her...which I absolutely love. I wish I could spend more time with her...because she's pretty much the coolest girl ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...it's like almost 0330...and I should get to sleep. Oh, one more thing...&lt;a href="http://www.cicispizza.com"&gt;CiCi's Pizza&lt;/a&gt; opened in Eagan! It's hopefully the first of many in the Twin Cities. I ate entirely too much tonight...but oh, the joy of all you can eat pizza...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-4330721557134080143?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/4330721557134080143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=4330721557134080143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/4330721557134080143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/4330721557134080143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-things.html' title='New things'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-2116078917900514989</id><published>2007-10-31T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:39:01.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><title type='text'>Moving in slow motion</title><content type='html'>I'm moving. I don't know where to, but I'm doing it. My plans are to be ready to leave by the end of November, and by the end of the year at the very latest. I've been reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boundaries&lt;/span&gt; by Cloud &amp;amp; Townsend. In it they talk about a lot of different types of boundaries. The ones I've been struggling most come from the family variety. For the better part of a decade I lived on my own with relatively little input outside of tuition coming from my parents. My move back to the Twin Cities was originally intended to be temporary for a month or two at the most. I had a job lined up in Florida and was pretty much planning on moving there as soon as I had taken the FL paramedic registry exam. So I studied and then...decided that I wasn't sure I wanted to be a medic any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stayed home, and 2 months has turned into 2 years. I've been blessed with loving and supportive parents who have always only wanted the best for me, but I've come to realize that I'm only stifling my growth as an adult by staying here. I don't save money like I should be...and I live far away from work and my friends. I love driving, but there comes a time when those extra couple of hours spent in the car would be nice to spend sleeping instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Genesis 2:24 it states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Therefore a man leaves his father and mother and embraces his wife. They become one flesh. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;As a Christian man, I'm called to separate and begin my own family. I think that's part of why my dating life has been so unsuccessful as of late. I went from an independent and fully functional adult lifestyle to one that is hobbled by the fact that I live upstairs from my parents and don't do all my cooking any more, I'm not responsible for making sure I've got enough money for food, water and electricity any more. While I enjoy the relative ease with which I go about my life at home, I long for something more...something that living so far away from everything I'm involved in will continue to hobble me until *I* do something about it. As some of you out there know, I've been praying about a woman I know and what to do with the feelings I have for her. I still don't have a cut and dried answer...but I feel like God is working through that desire to light the fire under my seat to get out and live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this kind of is a dating related blog...but not really. Most of what I've been running over in my head lately has been in regards to the whole concept of "what if it really *is* me?" idea. I've come to some conclusions that it's a little bit of everything...how's that for vague? Happy Halloween, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-2116078917900514989?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/2116078917900514989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=2116078917900514989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/2116078917900514989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/2116078917900514989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/10/moving-in-slow-motion.html' title='Moving in slow motion'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-7249031928546009234</id><published>2007-10-27T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:23:07.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for the next....what?</title><content type='html'>I'm ready. I don't know for what...or when, but I'm ready. I feel like something big is going to happen soon. I've been on several rather lackluster dates in the last month. Nice women all...but just, not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Sex God by Rob Bell over the last few nights. It's really opened my eyes up to a lot of random things that I've been substituting "this for that" lately. This drive I have to find a mate has been suffocating. I don't really know where it's coming from...and I don't know why in the last year it's turned up to 11... But, I do know that it's about time for a change...maybe it's me? Anyway...have a great weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-7249031928546009234?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/7249031928546009234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=7249031928546009234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/7249031928546009234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/7249031928546009234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/10/ready-for-nextwhat.html' title='Ready for the next....what?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-6420722624270496631</id><published>2007-09-25T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:06:11.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To every season, turn, turn turn...</title><content type='html'>It's fall, and the leaves are turning, the weather is tolerable...and the dating is...well...the usual. I closed another door tonight with a great woman of God. We both realized that despite everything our heads were telling us...that still small voice in the back said, not this one. I'm becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of being single for the sake of being single again. God has obliged me on eHarmony with no new matches in over a week. Either that or one of my current matches is one He wants me to spend some more time with. Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first day off in over a week, and how did I spend it? Sleeping. I went to bed some time around 2am and didn't officially get out of bed until 5pm. It felt wonderful to not have anywhere to be...and to not have to get up when it was still dark out and drive to work. I don't even know what to do with myself tonight. I might watch some Heroes, or maybe a movie...or maybe neither. I don't care...I don't have to be anywhere in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-6420722624270496631?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/6420722624270496631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=6420722624270496631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/6420722624270496631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/6420722624270496631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-every-season-turn-turn-turn.html' title='To every season, turn, turn turn...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-3754060262512537019</id><published>2007-09-22T14:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:51:10.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired...</title><content type='html'>I'm on day 6 of 8 in a row and I'm tired. I'm ready for a few days off... I can't really even come up with a coherent sentence at this point. The weather is changing, and with it comes the annual ache in my knee. I've been really lax in exercising in the last month or so, I've made a conscious effort to at least hit the elliptical as often as I can during this week of insanity, but it's hard. All I want to do when I get home is sleep. Though, I've been reading like mad this week. I've got so many good books going right now, I can't figure out which one to read first. I picked up another "best of" book yesterday, and finally got to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ender's Game &lt;/span&gt;by Orson Scott Card...so now I'll have to go out and pick up the actual novel now that I've read the short story. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had to de-friend my ex on Facebook today. It's actually the first time I've done that to someone other than the girl who puked in my car, who shall remain nameless. I'm just so frustrated not with her, but with what she reminds me of. Every time I see her pictures I'm reminded of the lifestyle I'm trying so hard not to want. The lifestyle I can't live up to...and find myself getting angry when I want to. Maybe if things had been a little different, had I not dropped out of school to be a paramedic...maybe I would have been working for some advertising agency peddling things nobody wants or needs...but will buy anyway in a vain attempt to keep up with the world of high priced merchandise. I know the money would have been good, but when it came down to it, would I have really been happy doing what I did? The more medics I talk to who have been in the industry for a while, the more I hear about how they've never had a job that was nearly as satisfying, despite making a whole lot more money elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to sit back and contemplate my career goals at this point. The world keeps telling me that I need to get more education and make more money to be happy...but I like what I do. Despite the mediocre pay, and the lousy hours...I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing at this point in my life. But, being with her made me feel so inadequate I didn't know what to do with myself. I found myself stressing out constantly about where I've ended up at this point. I questioned everything about my life on a daily basis...and it wasn't any fun. While I was with her, I had a great time...but afterwards I felt awful...and unneeded. Despite what she was saying, all I ever heard was "your job isn't good enough, you like the wrong things...and despite treating me better than any other guy has...you've got to fix everything about you to be good enough for me". In her defense, I do have issues...but ideally in a healthy relationship you should each bring out the best of each other and accept them *despite* all their faults. Anyway...I like my job, and of course I want to go back to school to expand my knowledge...but right now, I'm good with where I'm at, and would hope that somewhere out there a girl would be good with where I'm at too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-3754060262512537019?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/3754060262512537019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=3754060262512537019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/3754060262512537019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/3754060262512537019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-5247385193788251773</id><published>2007-09-16T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:27:43.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Don't call it a comeback...</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been nearly two months since I wrote last. So much has happened in that time...I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a little break from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/span&gt; to try and get sorted. I really don't know if God is calling me to be in a dating relationship right now...but I'll give it a shot again.  Just when everything seemed to be in order, life got flipped on it's side. I guess that's to be expected though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a ton of books again (could be trouble...) and I've been trying to broaden my reading horizons from the world of relationship books. I picked up a collection of speculative "what if" historical short stories...it's been a pretty interesting read so far. One of them deals with the events of the mid 60's after Germany and the U.S. came to a cease fire agreement to end WWII. (This of course happened after Germany's nuclear armed V3 rockets obliterated England and most of Europe.) Another speculates what might have happened if the South had won the Civil War... Yet another tells the story of the botched bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki...and how the mere demonstration of their destructive power may have yielded a similar result. (Though, I don't think the author took into account the ferocious loyalty of the Japanese people to their Emperor and his order that death should always precede surrender...but who am I to quibble with speculative historical fiction?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also reading book 1 of 2 in the "Eugenics Wars" saga of Star Trek. For those of you out there who aren't as nerdy as myself, the Eugenics Wars took place in the 1990's of Star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trek's&lt;/span&gt; timeline and resulted in the fleeing of Khan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Noonian&lt;/span&gt; Singh and his fellow supermen to the stars aboard the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SS Botany Bay. &lt;/span&gt;It's an interesting look at the "past" through the eyes of Star Trek following the progress of genetic engineering from the 1970's through the 90's and the sparking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WWIII&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another book I'm reading is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mere Christianity &lt;/span&gt;by C.S. Lewis. I've only read passages from it in the past and I thought it was high time I actually read the whole thing. It's been quite the page turner so far. I'm constantly amazed by how one man could have been so insightful so many years ago, and how his writing is still quite poignant today. My faith has really been tested this summer...by both myself and my relationships. I've questioned a lot of truths that should never have even been in contention, and been somewhat disappointed with myself along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my friend Justin today about relationships that I've been in recently...and how it always seems that I go for one extreme or the other when it comes to Christian women. On the one hand I have girls who are very much in *and* of the world and yet regard themselves as Christians, and on the other you have the very devout Christians who may or may not have ever had their faith tested by life (or dating for that matter...). I have yet to come to a consensus which is worse at this point. I think there's too little blending of the two. Granted, I'd prefer she be open to new ideas *and* able to accept that some times you have to say no to the world.  Especially the world's definition of what is and isn't "acceptable behavior" when it comes to male/female interactions. It's so frustrating to be torn by mind and body...your head is saying one thing...and your body is saying something completely contradictory to what you know in your head is right. Anyway...it's almost 0130...and I should be getting to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come in the days ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-5247385193788251773?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/5247385193788251773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=5247385193788251773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/5247385193788251773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/5247385193788251773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-call-it-comeback.html' title='Don&apos;t call it a comeback...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-2610429210758005056</id><published>2007-07-18T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:38:15.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day for me, I did a lot of thinking (dangerous and surprising...I know) and I came to the conclusion that I'm tired of being crazy. As much as I relish being neurotic (despite my woes) it's getting old...kind of like me. It's tiring, and I don't know why I cling so tightly to it...I think it's because it's easier to be a coward and complain about it than be brave and worry about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a moron....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Farscape is returning (kind of)  as a series of webisodes. Apparently Ben Browder and Claudia Black are "available"...which is freaking awesome. Farscape was one of the finest shows on television, but the long story arcs required consistent viewing from week to week to figure out what the heck was going on...and thus prevented a lot of new viewers from grabbing on to it. This lead to the ultimate in fan angering endings... a season finale with "to be continued..." as the lead out. Only to be left hanging for several years until the release of "The Peacekeeper Wars" which wrapped up lots of loose ends...and of course made a lot of fans (including myself) at least somewhat satisfied. But, we still miss our weekly dose of John and Aeryn gallivanting around Peacekeeper territory...so any new stories are a welcome addition...regardless of how they're delivered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-2610429210758005056?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/2610429210758005056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=2610429210758005056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/2610429210758005056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/2610429210758005056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/07/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-3252477384455252216</id><published>2007-07-17T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:51:34.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality...</title><content type='html'>It's been a couple of weeks since I wrote last, obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been moody lately, some of that has to do with working 7 days in a row with little time for anything other than a quick run before going to bed. I have a crush on a girl I think would like me...but we'd be a terrible fit. She's smart, beautiful, charming...and single. She's interested in what I do for a living...but I have this feeling that we'd have so many things not in common that it could work, but more than likely tear us apart.  I saw pictures of her last boyfriend, Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome...and the guys she usually hangs out with are much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing those guys and playing the usual "let's compare myself to people I know relatively nothing about" game makes me drive myself that much harder when I run...and it frustrates me. Even when I was "skinny" I was a big guy, it's the Norwegian in me. And like I've mentioned in previous blogs over at good 'ol MySpace...my weight has been an issue for me for the better part of a decade now. And lately I've seen pictures of me and wonder where my jawline went (again...) It's so easy for me to lose weight, but I keep reaching a point where I just stop working at it. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've never been (and probably will never be) one of those hip, trendy guys. I'm like the Antichrist of trendy...or at least feel like it some days. I've often wanted to be one of the trendy guys, but realize how shallow those people usually are when I spend time with them...and I can do without that. But despite that, I still feel like I'm always striving to fit in...even at 27. I should be my own person by now, and some days I feel like I am...but other days I feel like I'm 17 again and just trying to blend in with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think way too much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-3252477384455252216?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/3252477384455252216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=3252477384455252216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/3252477384455252216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/3252477384455252216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-8108467337455704900</id><published>2007-07-01T15:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:27:16.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hot...</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days since I wrote last...I'm on the last of another 6 days in a row at work...and of course, I'm typing this while I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up on the 4th. I hate this time of year...it's about as much fun as Valentine's day and New Years for me. In the last few years, they've only been hallmarks of another year's passing. Another year single, another year without deciding to go out and do it. (whatever "it" is) It's the one time of the year I want nothing more than to be left alone. I get tired of wanting what is seemingly out of reach without getting off of my butt and going after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 27 this year. Creeping closer to 30 with each day. And while I know that 27 is by no means old in any stretch of the imagination...it feels old to me. I saw pictures of me from spring break of my Freshman year of college, and it made me wonder what happened to the last 7 years? Where did the time go? What happened to that kid who was so ready to take on the world? Is he still here? Is he still ready to take on the world after so much has happened? Or has he taken a resigned outlook on life in general... I really hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I get a little down around my birthday...it's the introspective nerd in me. I spend so much time throughout the year over-analyzing situations (past and future) that I rarely just act. I don't do anything spontaneous anymore. It feels like my entire life these days is planned out in the days and weeks beforehand...and the fat guy I'm supposed to have battled with is looming in the shadows...anyway...back to work. I hope everyone out there had a great weekend...at least someone did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-8108467337455704900?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/8108467337455704900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=8108467337455704900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/8108467337455704900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/8108467337455704900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Hot...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-119923942082633804</id><published>2007-06-25T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T02:10:12.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toothpaste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Tired of trying. Brett says I think (and read) too much about dating/relationships...and he's right. The vast majority of my time these days is consumed by it. I've met some wonderful women through eHarmony...but I've also put way too much time and effort into relationships I'm not entirely sure I want to pursue. According to the books (I know...I know) this is normal to question and doubt relationships. It's the "second stage" of a dating relationship. But, I've never been presented with the conundrum I'm in now. All of this is so new to me, I'm not sure that I'm fully able to comprehend all the permutations of combinations that go into deciding who to date. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. But, at the same time...am I putting others before me so far as to deny my own feelings? What do I really feel about everyone? Am I so caught up in the process that I can't look objectively at the whole thing and realize that my fatigue may be a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to think I'm actually looking forward to going back to work this week so that I can get a break from going out with people. I've had fun, but I really don't know if I can keep this up. I'm ready to be 6 months from now with just one girl...and I don't know if I've even met her yet. No offense to the ladies I've dated so far...I don't really know you well enough to make a choice just yet.  One insightful woman I had the chance to have dinner with this week pointed out that I prayed that I would have the chance to date responsibly earlier this year...and as always God didn't disappoint. But really, couldn't He have...spread them out a little? I know He works in really strange ways...but this is bordering on insanity. Now, I know that He doesn't send anything our way that we're not capable of handling, but sometimes I wish I could see my potential the way He does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...it's 2am...and time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that Arm &amp;amp; Hammer baking soda toothpaste...highly recommended. I got some tonight and it lived up to expectations. My mouth feels quite clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-119923942082633804?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/119923942082633804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=119923942082633804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/119923942082633804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/119923942082633804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/06/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-1680252364793795404</id><published>2007-06-22T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:49:15.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Frustration, all I ever wanted...Frustration, happy to get away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did you ever have one of those weeks where you felt like even though you did so much...you didn't get anything done? It's been a long tumultuous two weeks. I worked 6 days in a row, went on dates 3 days in a row...and yesterday worked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, we've had a problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been incredibly hard going out with more than one person at a time. (In the grander sense, not literally) Essentially, I'm doing what I hated about the guys who I saw my friends going out with in college. I feel like it's been good for me, but at the same time I can't help feeling like I'm selling short the relationships I'm developing with these women. I've done my best to be honest with all parties involved...but still...it's frustrating. I've never before been presented with the opportunity, let alone the desire, to get to know more than one person at a time in a "dating" kind of setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my head I keep hoping that they'll lose interest in me and I won't have to make the decision of who I ultimately want to date regularly...and then...what if none of them work out? I've already made mistakes in the process...but that's to be expected when you've "come out of retirement" after several years... I really don't know what to do at this point...it's a mess. But, as they say...don't hate the player, hate the game. And I really, really hate the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, get me off this crazy thing...called love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; In contrast...it's been really good for my self esteem/confidence. On more than one occasion someone has told me I'm not what they would consider shy and or fat. Slowly I'm buying into those statements...it's just been a long time since I've felt that way. As wise woman told me, even after the weight is gone, you still see yourself as you appeared before...despite what the scale, your clothes...and your friends tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-1680252364793795404?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/1680252364793795404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=1680252364793795404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/1680252364793795404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/1680252364793795404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/06/frustration-all-i-ever.html' title='Frustration, all I ever wanted...Frustration, happy to get away'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-986646872871505400</id><published>2007-06-20T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:24:56.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Quote Mr. Data....who was in turn quoting a Mr. Montgomery Scott...</title><content type='html'>It is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like this color...we'll see how long it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More useful posting to follow in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-986646872871505400?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/986646872871505400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=986646872871505400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/986646872871505400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/986646872871505400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-quote-one-mr-datawho-was-in-turn.html' title='To Quote Mr. Data....who was in turn quoting a Mr. Montgomery Scott...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-4358127919849043915</id><published>2007-06-15T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:43:59.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transforming Robots'/><title type='text'>More Than Meets the Eye...</title><content type='html'>So by now, most guys who were even remotely aware of their surroundings in the 1980's are aware that there is a new live-action Transformers movie coming out on my birthday. (7/4/7) Today I was made aware that &lt;a href="http://www.mutemath.com"&gt;Mute Math&lt;/a&gt; has recorded the title track for the film! Yeah...I was a little excited. They're completely amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I hate dating. Well, okay...not really. It's just really hard to figure out what you want in a relationship partner, and everyone seems to be so busy these days...I wonder if it's my 3-4 day work week...or the fact that I typically make time to be with people that makes it hard for me to accept that people don't "have time" to get together for lunch or whatever...even talk on the phone. Oh, the drama...again, not really. But it's fun to agonize over it! And by fun, I mean...not at all. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS! ROBOTS IN FREAKING DISGUISE! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little excited...I'm even asking for some action figures for my birthday (yes, I'll be 27...) And I wonder why I'm still single...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-4358127919849043915?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/4358127919849043915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=4358127919849043915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/4358127919849043915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/4358127919849043915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More Than Meets the Eye...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-7209182507773098368</id><published>2007-06-07T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:55:33.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>It's been brought to my attention that "Practice Date" was a really crappy way to put it. I guess I was trying to say that I wanted to just date people. Nothing really exclusive right off the bat, at least for right now. I've spent a lot of time and effort trying to become a guy Christian women would like to get to know...and I don't want to rush into another relationship only to tank it in its infancy because of ghosts of the past. So yeah...I hope that clears things up...at least a little. I know I can have a clumsy way with words sometimes. Okay...a lot of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Bombarded was a lousy choice in words too...I should just delete the entire thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-7209182507773098368?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/7209182507773098368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=7209182507773098368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/7209182507773098368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/7209182507773098368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/06/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-81826527165139209</id><published>2007-06-06T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:17:15.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Girls Girls...</title><content type='html'>This week has been strange. I've literally been bombarded with women who want to get to know me. I really do wonder if there's something in the water. I've also been reading Mars and Venus on a Date (a fantastic read for you relationship-phobes out there...) and it's been a good experience overall.  It's really opened my eyes to the perils of moving too quickly into a relationship. I realized that I've sabotaged previous relationships that might have had potential because I skipped stages of dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying to do right with this round of dating, so I'm taking things very slowly...almost painfully slow. But, I've found it's more rewarding in the long run. I've gotten the chance to get to know a lot of wonderful women without the looming cloud of physical intimacy overshadowing the newly formed relationship. I've touched on this before, but I really want to do right this time around. I've screwed up way too many relationships in the past because of random make outs... It's been a long time, and I'm ready to get back into the game (put me in Coach!) and do things right this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that means a lot of practice dates with lots of different women. I've tried to explain this to all the involved parties, and I think for the most part, everyone is okay with it. But, there are always going to be hang ups and bumps in the road. That's a given...but, armed with my ever expanding knowledge of the complex infrastructure known as the female mind, I think I'll be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-81826527165139209?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/81826527165139209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=81826527165139209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/81826527165139209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/81826527165139209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/06/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls Girls Girls...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8108173201250145154.post-5048432989539893686</id><published>2007-06-05T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:20:10.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, to a new state of consciousness...</title><content type='html'>So I finally decided to open up a public blog on blogger instead of having to wade through the interface over at MySpace any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. There is no more. It's well...black. So here's to another real blog! Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been bailed out on by not one, but two girls this week. I'm awesome. But, I got to see Knocked Up yesterday instead of going on an ice cream date. And tonight...well...tonight is still up in the air. So we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8108173201250145154-5048432989539893686?l=piratesquad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/feeds/5048432989539893686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8108173201250145154&amp;postID=5048432989539893686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/5048432989539893686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8108173201250145154/posts/default/5048432989539893686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesquad.blogspot.com/2007/06/welcome-to-new-state-of-consciousness.html' title='Welcome, to a new state of consciousness...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08395679955371960771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
