<?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-3125775237711551589</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:19:56.890-08:00</updated><category term='show'/><category term='dark'/><category term='my sassy girl'/><category term='donkey kong'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='deerfoot'/><category term='funny'/><category term='best'/><category term='ads'/><category term='knight'/><category term='interracial'/><category term='my'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='police'/><category term='sassy'/><category term='alberta'/><category term='gnome'/><category term='sex'/><category term='anticipating'/><category term='nintendo'/><category term='girl'/><category term='chores'/><category term='link'/><category term='pizzas'/><category term='review'/><category term='canada'/><category term='driving'/><category term='ladies'/><category term='work'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='kong'/><category term='past'/><category term='rant'/><category term='advertisements'/><category term='friends'/><category term='women'/><category term='goku'/><category term='batman'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='office'/><category term='mad'/><category term='continue'/><category term='part'/><category term='gnomes'/><category term='games'/><category term='dragonball'/><category term='dark knight'/><category term='zelda'/><category term='imax'/><category term='pranks'/><category term='page'/><category term='angry'/><category term='movie'/><category term='popsicles'/><category term='grape'/><category term='cut off'/><category term='suggestive'/><category term='mario'/><category term='donkey'/><category term='weird'/><category term='light bulb'/><category term='epic'/><category term='hot'/><category term='smell'/><category term='witch'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='clean'/><category term='score'/><category term='calgary'/><title type='text'>The John Thai Experiment</title><subtitle type='html'>rants, reviews, previews, please subscribe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-7501293394036168763</id><published>2009-01-23T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:58:31.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SXn3LdDsgtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/efcWlewtEOo/s1600-h/redlight_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SXn3LdDsgtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/efcWlewtEOo/s320/redlight_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294534613101478610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm in my car, stopped at a red light just like everyone else.     Since there's really not much I could do, I just look around to see if there    are any hot girls or strangers picking their noses in the cars to my left or right.  Of course, even if there were,    I don't usually do much afterwards. I have wandering eyes and like seeing hot    girls or weird mishaps.  It's not like I'll ever strike up a conversation with them saying "That is a great nose picking technique...teach me". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, while stopped at a red light, I usually just check out    the cars stopped around me.  This is where I can't help but laugh because I find    amusement at stopping at red lights with traffic.  What amuses me enough that    I find myself laughing in my car? Those dumb fucks that    inch up while they're stopped at a red light.  It's really funny if you    think about it. What's the most you can inch your car up at a red-light? A few    inches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" is what I usually    wonder that makes me laugh.  Way to go, you're now an inch    or two closer to your destination.  What a riot! You can't move forward    until the car in front of you anyway so inching up is useless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I probably think much like what a killer whale thinks as it    watches a seal desperately trying to swim away. "Heh heh, where do you    think you're going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're going no where.  The only time I find it useful to inch    up is if you wanna be a dick like myself by inching up to prevent ANYONE from    thinking they could change lanes into the space in front of you.  Really, what    the hell's with people inching up while stopped at a red light? You're only    a few inches closer to your destination.  The only difference, no matter how    negligible, is that you ended up wearing down your brakes more than had you    not inched up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watching people inch up in traffic is funny.  Is    being an inch or two closer to your destination that important that you feel    the need to do so at a stop light? If it is, I guess you have a whole    set of other things to worry about besides me laughing at you from my car when    I see you doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh well, maybe I'm just so pathetic that I need to laugh at    people to feel better about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-7501293394036168763?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/7501293394036168763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=7501293394036168763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/7501293394036168763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/7501293394036168763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-light.html' title='Red Light'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SXn3LdDsgtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/efcWlewtEOo/s72-c/redlight_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-859137426208947159</id><published>2008-10-22T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:01:15.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Dryers SUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SP9N-Viau6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/6RCL5G7J1kQ/s1600-h/air-dryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SP9N-Viau6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/6RCL5G7J1kQ/s320/air-dryer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260008623120759714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I have no problems using public restrooms. I'm not like those    people that are too self-conscious of themselves to take a dump in a public    restroom stall. Heck, I've taken pisses in the sinks before when the stalls    and urinals were full. Since I have no problems doing that, it's obviously I    have no problems taking a dump in public restrooms either. First off, I wanna    ask those people why they have problems doing so. It's not like you're taking    a dump in front of an audience. I find you people rather amusing because, eventually,    you people WILL have to take a dump in a public stall and I find it funny seeing    how those kinda people seem to freak out at having to do so. It's also funny    seeing people trying to hold it in so they can get home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Now, while I have no problems using public restrooms, I do    have problems with certain kinds of restrooms. The restrooms I can't stand are    the ones that use air dryers instead of paper towel dispensers.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;metimes, I    don't even care to wash my hands, not because I'm lazy, but because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Anyway, when I wash my hands, I wanna be able to dry my hands.    The problem is that air dryers suck. Sure, they don't really help me in drying    my hands since it usually shuts off before my hands are actually dry but they    also suck for other reasons. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I like washing my hands when I see paper towel dispensers.    If there are only air dryers around, cleaning my hands has no significance since I have to    touch the door handle to open the door to leave the restroom. Guess how nasty    that door handle is? I'm sure there are a shitload of people out there that    don't wash their hands. If that's the case, touching the door handle to get    outta the restroom basically defeats the purpose of cleaning your hands. There    are three major places where germs can be found, on the faucet knobs, on the    door handles, and on the paper towel dispenser handle. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The faucet knob is filthy because people need to turn the knob    after taking a shit or piss to get the water running. The paper towel dispenser    handle is dirty because of the people who have dirty hands from using the faucet    knobs before using the paper towel dispensers. The door handles are also dirty    because there are a lot lazy people out there that don't bother washing their    hands anyway before they leave the restroom. Frankly speaking, the bathroom    is literally a shithole loaded with germs. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, if you have a paper towel dispenser,    you can easily get outta the restroom with your hands clean.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before you    wash your hands, pull the paper towel handle a few times to have some paper    towels ready for use later on. Go wash your hands. Without turning the water    off, use the paper towel you have at the ready to turn off the water and pull    the lever for some more paper towels. You dry your hands with the with the second    paper towel and use it one last time on the handle to open the door that'll    let you exit the restroom. There you have it, a surefire way of getting out    of a restroom without spreading nasty germs onto your hands. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; With air dryers. You can't do this. This is because, without    paper towels, there is no real way you can get outta the restroom unless you    touch the door handle to open the restroom door. Sure, the door sometimes swing    the other way, but it's not always the case. Of course, you have a few options,    like using the sleeve of your shirt or waiting for someone to enter the restroom    and leave when they open the door, but both of them seem a bit annoying. Using    your sleeve to get out means your shirt sleeve will get the germs. While they're    not on your body, they might as well be. Waiting for someone to open the door    for you is also pretty useless since you have no idea how long you might have to    wait. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; If we eliminate all the air dryers from all public restrooms    and replace them with paper towel dispensers, that means I'll will feel some    sense of satisfaction in cleaning my hands since that means they won't get dirty    again when I try to leave the restroom. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, because I wrote a rant about how to keep clean when using    the restroom, people probably think I'm one of those people terrified of germs    that suffer from OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder). Let me assure to you that    I am not a neat freak or a suffer from OCD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Anyways, air dryers suck. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-859137426208947159?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/859137426208947159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=859137426208947159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/859137426208947159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/859137426208947159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-no-problems-using-public.html' title='Air Dryers SUCK!'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SP9N-Viau6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/6RCL5G7J1kQ/s72-c/air-dryer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-6512983955787518842</id><published>2008-10-01T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:09:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Obnoxious People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SOO8fb_ghCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FnfxkdPzzCA/s1600-h/_42433008_fans_ap_gall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SOO8fb_ghCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FnfxkdPzzCA/s320/_42433008_fans_ap_gall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252248838720226338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And what's funny is that girls do this the most but they can    get away with it since a guy is willing to put up with their stupid shit so    long as it might give him a chance to get laid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I was watching this stupid show the other day. I don't really    remember what the name of it was except I thought the show sucked. It seemed    a bit like a dance tournament where various people do various styles of dance    and try to strut their stuff on the stage in hopes of winning something I could    give a rat's ass about. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The thing I noticed about that show is that the audience around    the dance stage seemed to consist almost entirely of females. I'm sure many    guys don't mind seeing anything that has more females than males. Well, you    guys should think otherwise. If that was the case, where we have towns with    a lot more females than males, we'd probably see those damn 'Mac'    makeup stores at every corner. Oh yeah, and more of those scented candle stores. What's    with women and scented candles? Don't they realize that guys don't like seeing    candles because the hardened wax looks like someone jizzed all over the candle    holder? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that having many girls    in a single place that consist of applauding ANYTHING is a big mistake. Girls    make too much goddamn noise. How the fuck can girls get so goddamn worked up    over the STUPIDEST FUCKING SHIT? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thinking it could be PMS is stupid. Sure, when girls are menstruating,    anything can get them worked up and in a frenzy, but you need to know that this    is another area of 'girls getting worked up over the stupidest    fucking shit'. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Let's take a show like TRL. It's an MTV show that basically    plays the top ten music videos and is hosted by Carson Daly. Have you ever watched    that show and watched how all these girls go fucking nuts over ANY music star    that show up as guests on that show? How the fuck can    you possibly get worked up over seeing someone famous? Really, is your    life so pathetic that you need to find solace in admiring someone who could    give a rat's ass about you and your pathetic fanaticism? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Before you girls start arguing about    how we guys are the same with sports and usually cheer our heads off for our    favorite teams, let it be known that cheering sports is cool and cheering for    stupid shit like some damn boy-band isn't. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Shit, after watching that dance show and watching all these    girls scream their heads off as some white dude emulates Michael Jackson's Thriller    dance choreography exactly, I've come to realize that girls seem to find it    perfectly fine to be obnoxious bitches and just keep screaming just for the    fuck of it. How the fuck can they find seeing someone dancing like that incredibly    cool? The guy EMULATED Michael Jackson's dance    choreography! The guy didn't come up with any new dance moves, he didn't spice    up the dance choreography and make it better, he didn't do shit. If I wanna    see something like that, I would rather watch the original, not so impostor.    I found it really sad watching this and seeing a buncha girls screaming their    heads off like the guy was actually Micheal Jackson in person doing said dance    choreography.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why do girls feel the need to make so much noise at the stupidest    shit? Have you ever seen girls CRY at the sight of some    famous superstar when they are at a concert? Holy shit! What the fuck's    with that? Okay, I know girls are more emotional than guys are. But you know    what? I don't care. How the fuck can you be moved to tears? I know, I don't    understand because I'm a guy. And y'know what? I'm glad. Off the top of my head,    I can only think of a few things that can make a guy cry. 1)His dog dies 2)His    parents die 3)His best friend dies 4)He accidentally sat on his balls. Now you    girls should understand why I don't understand how you girls could be moved    to tears seeing a pop superstar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Making as much noise as possible at ANYTHING seems bullshit.    If I'm at a concert or such, I want to be able to hear what's going on. Why    the fuck do I want to hear your super-loud whistling?    Ooh, you're so special. You can whistle real loudly. Here's a question,    if your incessant whistling annoys me, why the fuck would it not annoy anyone    else? Am I an exception? Do I not see the awesomeness that is your whistling    loudly? Hm, I think not. I think I'm like everyone else, where I hate fucks    like you that always wanna make noise. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Okay, so maybe these people are getting into the groove of    things and don't realize they're being obnoxious fucks. Well, they must be morons.    Does getting caught up in things let you off the hook? Of course not. Let's    say we all start rioting and you start rioting with us. If you get caught, does    saying that you got caught up with the flow of things let you off? Of    course not. Getting caught up with the excitement of anything does not mean    you should act like a dumb fuck. Saying you were caught up in the thrill of    things as an excuse is stupid. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hopefully, after you've read this, the next time you decide    to just scream at the top of your lungs at stupid shit like the sight of some    dude on a stage dancing or singing or playing an instrument, try and remember    this rant. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You could very well be that obnoxious fuck that this rant is    about. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-6512983955787518842?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6512983955787518842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=6512983955787518842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/6512983955787518842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/6512983955787518842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-obnoxious-people.html' title='I Hate Obnoxious People'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SOO8fb_ghCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FnfxkdPzzCA/s72-c/_42433008_fans_ap_gall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-8902268309250509592</id><published>2008-09-25T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:14:30.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUCK ON A SITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wtechsupport.com/Portals/0/Picture8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.wtechsupport.com/Portals/0/Picture8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I hate those sites that you hop onto that don't let you hit    the 'Back' button out of there. I constantly run across these sites, be it porn-related    or not, and it really pisses me off. I usually accidentally end up on these    sites via search engines. Why the heck do these sites not want me to hit the    'Back' button out of there? Do they think that preventing me from leaving their    site will make me wanna hang around and look around simply because I'm too lazy    to close a browser and open a new one? Wrong! It makes me hate the site all    the more. And keep in mind I'm not talking about those sites where you can exit    by hitting the 'Back' button twice quickly. I'm talking the ones where you can't    get out of no matter how quickly you hit the 'Back' button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When I go looking for action figures or comics to buy, I usually go around    price matching for the best price (ie: the place that has the best shipping    charges). Therefore, that means I'm constantly checking out multiple sites,    leaving and entering and so on. The problem is that, on occasions, I come across    a site that doesn't let me leave via the 'Back' button. They simply trap me    on their site. If that's the case, I make sure I don't buy from that site. If    I am a potential customer, why would you want to inconvenience me by forcing    me to stay on your site and having to open a new browser? Inconveniencing me    make dislike your site and makes me more unlikely of using your site in the    first place. That's not good business, to inconvenience a potential customer.    For instance, if I need to buy something at the store (ie: not online) it's like    me browsing a store and the store suddenly locking the doors behind me to keep    me from leaving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; One of the most annoying things about the Internet is the dreaded    pop-up. You're surfing the Internet and suddenly, a pop-up window pop's up when    you visit a particular site. It's annoying having to deal with pop-ups since    they usually block the site you wanna view so you have to take the time to actually    close the pop-up window. Of course, you can easily get rid of that by getting    various pop-up blockers like Zero Popup or getting the Google Bar that has a    pop-up blocker built in. Nowadays, since we don't really have to worry about pop-ups,    we still have to deal with those sites that prevent you from leaving it via the    'Back' button. These sites I find worse than those pop-ups. Getting trapped on a site sucks. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-8902268309250509592?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/8902268309250509592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=8902268309250509592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/8902268309250509592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/8902268309250509592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/stuck-on-site.html' title='STUCK ON A SITE!'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-2961916340635092194</id><published>2008-09-19T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:17:10.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestive'/><title type='text'>Ads that ACTUALLY existed in the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQA06a1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NN5TIMQrx0c/s1600-h/a150_a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQA06a1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NN5TIMQrx0c/s320/a150_a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735078497971026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ad for Leggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQdUJP4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UKWYPKh0AvI/s1600-h/a150_a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQdUJP4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UKWYPKh0AvI/s320/a150_a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735086145159042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQoEfSGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XTm9XOrBaeM/s1600-h/a150_a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQoEfSGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XTm9XOrBaeM/s320/a150_a4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735089032284258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camel Cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQkzYuGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YFs92IG5PVM/s1600-h/a150_a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQkzYuGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YFs92IG5PVM/s320/a150_a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735088155244642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQiPCFfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FSYverjzMts/s1600-h/a150_a12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQiPCFfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FSYverjzMts/s320/a150_a12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735087465895410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-2961916340635092194?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/2961916340635092194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=2961916340635092194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/2961916340635092194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/2961916340635092194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/ads-that-actually-existed-in-past.html' title='Ads that ACTUALLY existed in the past'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNOzQA06a1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NN5TIMQrx0c/s72-c/a150_a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-3595092577151192514</id><published>2008-09-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:16:37.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Most epic office pranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJvCf82-_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/pkWQjrQHRuM/s1600-h/a203_p8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJvCf82-_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/pkWQjrQHRuM/s320/a203_p8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247378604567231474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution! epic prank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJvCqZ_zII/AAAAAAAAAIw/hFcZy-Mmge4/s1600-h/a203_p9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJvCqZ_zII/AAAAAAAAAIw/hFcZy-Mmge4/s320/a203_p9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247378607373798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As seen on The Office, mouse in a vat of Jello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9J3zPZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5PDC4Rv5mho/s1600-h/a203_p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9J3zPZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5PDC4Rv5mho/s320/a203_p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247378512741088658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The red cups spell "PWND" and all the other cups filled with water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9Z2JwqI/AAAAAAAAAII/MGEZP4EcC_A/s1600-h/a203_p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9Z2JwqI/AAAAAAAAAII/MGEZP4EcC_A/s320/a203_p2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247378517029143202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Superglued tacs to the toilet seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9kdXxqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/boLYsIPIEns/s1600-h/a203_p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9kdXxqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/boLYsIPIEns/s320/a203_p3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247378519877994146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tin foiled cubicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9nZfH0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/NNruvBJb500/s1600-h/a203_p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9nZfH0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/NNruvBJb500/s320/a203_p4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247378520667004738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Replace everything with cardboard replicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9_FJ8MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/omVAmzeJakE/s1600-h/a203_p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJu9_FJ8MI/AAAAAAAAAIg/omVAmzeJakE/s320/a203_p5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247378527024181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post-it noting the whole car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-3595092577151192514?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/3595092577151192514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=3595092577151192514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/3595092577151192514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/3595092577151192514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-epic-office-pranks.html' title='Most epic office pranks'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SNJvCf82-_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/pkWQjrQHRuM/s72-c/a203_p8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-7190400927531642722</id><published>2008-09-17T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:36:14.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 year old virgin gets tasered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="article-bodytext"&gt; &lt;p&gt;A 40-year-old man walking his dog in the nude Friday night in northwest Tallahassee was Tasered by police when he became belligerent and refused to follow an officer’s commands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An officer on patrol spotted the man about 8:15 p.m. in the 2200 block of Hartsfield Road, said Officer David McCranie of the Tallahassee Police Department.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When asked what he was doing, the man told the officer, “Allah told me to watch a Bruce Willis movie and walk the dog,” McCranie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was obviously having some sort of emotional distress,” he said. “It was unfortunate we had to use the Taser. … It was the only way we could subdue him without having to hurt him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was then sent for mental-health evaluation and treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fucking Hilarious :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcactionnews.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=8882d40e-5e08-46d2-8253-41d13e5873e7"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-7190400927531642722?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/7190400927531642722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=7190400927531642722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/7190400927531642722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/7190400927531642722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/40-year-old-virgin-gets-tasered.html' title='40 year old virgin gets tasered'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-8075488190731704308</id><published>2008-09-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:43:49.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio-engineered Pets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMqM1sTcxNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VUDHGQyrYls/s1600-h/pet-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMqM1sTcxNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VUDHGQyrYls/s400/pet-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245159570080056530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMqM1mxXVjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rG2wsLYaqW0/s1600-h/pet-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMqM1mxXVjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rG2wsLYaqW0/s400/pet-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245159568594916914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GenPets are bio-engineered pets specifically created to make pet care as simple as possible. They come in a state of hibernation, but awaken when the sleep inducing protein serum is removed from their nutrient supply tube.  They are creepy as hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.genpets.com/index.php"&gt;Official Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, this was an art project! but this could happen in the near future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-8075488190731704308?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/8075488190731704308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=8075488190731704308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/8075488190731704308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/8075488190731704308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/bio-engineered-pets.html' title='Bio-engineered Pets?'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMqM1sTcxNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VUDHGQyrYls/s72-c/pet-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-5444015178826994352</id><published>2008-09-11T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:15:23.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donkey kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nintendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zelda'/><title type='text'>Evolution of Nintendo Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMla3cDwSOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XI8tNtMWn4k/s1600-h/n505309316_675618_5690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMla3cDwSOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XI8tNtMWn4k/s400/n505309316_675618_5690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244823149520898274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought I show you guys the evolution of our beloved Nintendo characters.  I am proud to say that I recognize every era of Mario, Link, and Kong.  Shortly after seeing this epic picture I dusted off my old NES and played the first Mario... I suggest you do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-5444015178826994352?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/5444015178826994352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=5444015178826994352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/5444015178826994352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/5444015178826994352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/evolution-of-nintendo-characters.html' title='Evolution of Nintendo Characters'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMla3cDwSOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XI8tNtMWn4k/s72-c/n505309316_675618_5690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-7670390738814199478</id><published>2008-09-10T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:14:26.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anticipating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragonball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='score'/><title type='text'>New Dragonball movie looks like BALLS!</title><content type='html'>Hollywood fucked up our childhood...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHfLDIt_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ubOpHMmnvlI/s1600-h/carah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHfLDIt_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ubOpHMmnvlI/s320/carah1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244449998196226034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goku landing on shit island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHfR2pckI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tVcqvlLLWqY/s1600-h/db-trailer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHfR2pckI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tVcqvlLLWqY/s320/db-trailer-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244450000022893122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"STAY AWAY FROM MY PORN COLLECTION!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHfsgzIfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3IFCx-uXLTw/s1600-h/db-trailer-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHfsgzIfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3IFCx-uXLTw/s320/db-trailer-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244450007179010546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks more like Voldemort, Piccolo is supposed to be green...FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHf4yCe5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jZp5spH8K3A/s1600-h/db-trailer-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHf4yCe5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jZp5spH8K3A/s320/db-trailer-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244450010472545170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow Yun Fat got brain washed into making this drivel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHk34eByI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TTcsH_1ACQ8/s1600-h/db-trailer-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHk34eByI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TTcsH_1ACQ8/s320/db-trailer-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244450096130426658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be balls in my hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHgKNcLnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aXhSDdXRVzs/s1600-h/db-trailer-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHgKNcLnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aXhSDdXRVzs/s320/db-trailer-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244450015150878322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...hot steaming balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the new Dragonball screens leaked onto the internet and I will be the first to say this looks like effing crap! I rather drink buffalo poop.  Fucking hollywood ruining everything they touch.  Whats next? another Street Fighter movie? oh wait! they are making another Street Fighter movie, what the shit! they should of done this movie in complete cgi like Advent Children but they chose a skinny male lead as goku, the last time I checked goku looked like he was one last steroid injection towards "no-balls" but this skinny lead looks like he got beat up for his milk money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating score: 0/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-7670390738814199478?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/7670390738814199478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=7670390738814199478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/7670390738814199478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/7670390738814199478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-dragonball-movie-looks-like-balls.html' title='New Dragonball movie looks like BALLS!'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMgHfLDIt_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ubOpHMmnvlI/s72-c/carah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-4670906469607558243</id><published>2008-09-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:15:16.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sassy girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sassy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: My Sassy Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMaRbntGt8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mB0nVKcpWrM/s1600-h/sassygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMaRbntGt8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mB0nVKcpWrM/s320/sassygirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244038719820183490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I caved and watched the American version of My Sassy Girl being a fan of the original Korean version of this movie. While it’s a largely faithful remake, it can’t quite overcome some amateur production and its own quirky touches.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; For the uninitiated, the original &lt;i&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/i&gt; was a major box-office smash in Korea, marrying screwball comedy with an unexpectedly poignant and romantic conclusion. Unfortunately, that concept doesn’t translate quite so well on these shores.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The principal theme is the budding relationship between a stable, somewhat nerdy guy (Jesse Bradford) and a wild, crazy, and abusive girl (Cuthbert). Their first encounter is when the sassy and completely wasted girl passes out in public, leading the chivalrous guy to rescue and look after her. In the original film, this act wasn’t quite so chivalrous as the guy ended up taking her to the equivalent of a love hotel where he had to talk himself down from violating her. Clearly, this wouldn’t fly here in a romantic comedy, so in the US version, our gallant hero takes the girl back to his apartment that he shares with another present roommate, thus negating any possibility of hanky panky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Actually, the original also had its own glaring flaws, and it’s only the grand reveal of the true cause of the girl’s sassiness that allows both this film and the original to successfully reach their final stages as completely touching romance. It’s a long and frequently unbelievable road to get there, but viewers who hang in ‘til the end of this new version will find a satisfying conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I give this movie: 3/5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzdMnGkpMb0"&gt;American Version Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWTJ01sAe-s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Korean Version Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-4670906469607558243?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/4670906469607558243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=4670906469607558243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/4670906469607558243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/4670906469607558243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-review-my-sassy-girl.html' title='Movie Review: My Sassy Girl'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMaRbntGt8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mB0nVKcpWrM/s72-c/sassygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-6298252709618716080</id><published>2008-09-08T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:17:04.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light bulb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batman'/><title type='text'>Imax Laser Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v319/107/63/505309316/n505309316_748342_6083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v319/107/63/505309316/n505309316_748342_6083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my fellow compadres met up on the early morning of August 10th to experience the Dark Knight in the Imax theater. To our surprise we were about to encounter witchcraft at its highest degree. We sat with our tub-o-popcorn discussing the awesomeness of the movie we were about to witness, I even remembered stating "It's going to be like staring into Gods Vagina". 5 minutes before the start of the movie we were disorientated by a booming voice that came out of the movie screen, it was like Zeus was talking to us. We sat startled and about to urinate our trousers, trembling with fear with our foreheads and palms perspiring sweat. Then the most terrifying thing happened, lasers started shooting at us from all directions, pinned in our seats and distracted by our popcorn we were not able to move. The moral of this story kids... do not go to Imax its full of witchcraft and sorcery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding I thought I rant about how unnecessary laser shows are. I thought laser shows faded into cheesy existence in the 80's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-6298252709618716080?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6298252709618716080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=6298252709618716080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/6298252709618716080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/6298252709618716080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/imax-laser-show.html' title='Imax Laser Show'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-631771307787878125</id><published>2008-09-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:22:01.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='continue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizzas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calgary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popsicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><title type='text'>Popsicles and Magazines Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v307/107/63/505309316/n505309316_739447_1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v307/107/63/505309316/n505309316_739447_1327.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love popsicles, heck! I'll devour a couple scoops of ice cream any chance I get, nobody can resist creamy delights. The only problem I have is when the treats come together, creating a half Popsicle, half ice cream concoction. Who was the wise guy in marketing that thought of this? "Duh... hey guys I loves popsicles and ice cream, lets put dem two 2gether" I think this treat only satisfies people that like getting punched in the junk repeatedly or people that like fruit on their pizzas. Think about it, would you dip your grape Popsicle into a vat of ice cream? No! You wouldn't! Only a half wit would do that! Or a prego teenager on smack. Fuck interracial popsicle/ice cream treats I hate them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my magazine the other day and decided to read an article I found interesting. I thought I was finished but nope, this fucking magazine told me to turn to page 67 to continue my story! Fuck you magazine! Quit telling me what to do; besides, I am far too lazy to read on or flip pages. And it really peeves me when I decide to go to page 67 and accidentally start reading some other story, which confuses the fuck out of me "Algore did WHAT?!? I thought I was reading about manatees...” On the subject of reading have you ever had one of those friends that read the book before the movie? Most annoying people on the face of the earth. "Oh! The book was WaaaaaaaaaaAaay better!" I just want to say to them "Well you know what’s the best part! In the movie I didn't have to READ!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-631771307787878125?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/631771307787878125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=631771307787878125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/631771307787878125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/631771307787878125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/popsicles-and-magazines-rant.html' title='Popsicles and Magazines Rant'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-6930276584122895304</id><published>2008-09-08T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:23:37.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calgary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnomes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light bulb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnome'/><title type='text'>F*ck you, Chores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMVQxmKNjcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/g7jsxZccdsI/s1600-h/n505309316_714061_5024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMVQxmKNjcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/g7jsxZccdsI/s320/n505309316_714061_5024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243686154130001346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, cleaning the fridge. How the hell do you get so dirty? I don't eat in there, I simply store food. What the fuck is that stain on the bottom shelf? Do gnomes have parties in here when I'm at work or something? Nasty little gnomes. And, for some reason, I feel really, really vulnerable when I'm bent over, scrubbing your gross shelves. Don't know why. So thank you for keeping my beer cold, but fuck you for making a mess of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, paying bills. Every god damn month? Are you kidding me? I barely even surfed the web this month, I still gotta shell out all that cash? And, while I'm at it, fuck your pathetic little late fees. They're small enough for me to easily ignore them but they add up over time. So, thank you for the cell phones, heating, and the internet, but fuck you constant demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, deleting old porn to make room for new porn. What man can make this decision? It's like choosing which of my kids to leave behind on the sinking ship. Fuck, this is killing me. I hate my laggy connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, changing light bulbs. It's 2008, right? I figured by now technology would've at least advanced to the point where I don't have to stand on my wobbly chair and deal with this crap. Two bonus fuck yous: for scaring the crap out of me when I walk into a darkened room, innocently flick the switch and get momentarily blinded by that huge flash and terrifying pop! Also, for somehow convincing your light bulb brethren to join you, causing a chain reaction that means I'm filled with fear whenever I turn on a light. Pop! Pop! Pop! What, did you all join in a suicide pact while I was asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, washing dishes. Yes, I know, you smell funny, and I know the longer I wait, the more weird slime stuff is just going to accumulate on you. That's why I've pretty much switched to just using paper plates (fuck you, environment) and eating with my hands. I'm a caveman in my abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, fuck you, writing this rant. Using my fingers is hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-6930276584122895304?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/6930276584122895304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=6930276584122895304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/6930276584122895304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/6930276584122895304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/fck-you-chores.html' title='F*ck you, Chores!'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMVQxmKNjcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/g7jsxZccdsI/s72-c/n505309316_714061_5024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125775237711551589.post-7990571603502450123</id><published>2008-09-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:38:59.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calgary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cut off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deerfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alberta'/><title type='text'>Driving in Cow Town</title><content type='html'>OK, I have been driving on Calgary roads every day for a lot of years. When you start driving, it doesn't take a much time to see all sorts of characters. At first, these people sightings might be somewhat shocking or even funny, but you begin to grow used to the jerkness, toothless, yelling, drunk, cracked out, stinky, sweaty, and perverted characters that drive the streets of Calgary. They really don't bother you much; in fact I welcome a little cameo from these guys once in a while. After all, it is part of our city culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said I have compiled a list – a spilling of my mental Rolodex of the people I share the road with on a daily basis. These are the monsters I can't get used to and won't accept. They annoy the ever-loving piss out of me. Thing is, I never see these hooligans all at once, but I do see one at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people are honking, flashing their lights and shaking their fists at you perhaps you should reevaluate some of your driving habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sitting at a red light please don’t redo your makeup, read a newspaper, change your clothes, masturbate, give head to your passenger, allow your passenger to give YOU head or begin distracting activities that may cause you to be otherwise occupied when the light turns green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light actually turns green there shouldn’t be a deliberative process necessary before you STEP ON THE GAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads are overcrowded as it is and all it takes is a couple of retards sitting and staring at a green light for 15 or 20 seconds to start a chain reaction behind them that leads to what we call VOLUME SLOWING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the left lane and you want to drive at a leisurely pace, I understand. GET IN THE RIGHT LANE. This is the lane for slower traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are driving in the left lane and you are dead even with the guy in the right lane, YOU ARE FUCKING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people behind you with appointments to keep, jobs to go to or who may have an urgent need to use the bathroom. Please move to the right and let them get about their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people passing you may exceed the speed limit in doing so. This is perfectly legal but even if it wasn’t please remember, YOU ARE NOT A LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER. We have paid professionals who are perfectly capable of enforcing the law and YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THEM. By intentionally slowing traffic you ARE BREAKING THE LAW and may be ticketed for this violation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the right lane and someone in the left lane is signaling to get over LET UP ON THE GAS. I don’t know how many times I have put on my signal for thirty or forty seconds and tried to merge right only to experience a blaring horn and upraised finger from some retard who has been pacing me in my blind spot for the last km or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, this is why so many people fail to signal turns and “cut you off”. They know that as soon as you see the turn signal you will probably sit your passive aggressive ass directly in the way and stay there for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About being “cut off”. The only people who are “cut off” are those who REFUSE TO YIELD. You do not own the road and must share it with about a million other drivers. Get good with this fact or move out to bum fuck airdrie where your driving won’t raise eyebrows and tempers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not advocating blasting through police diversions at 60 miles an hour but there is no need to slow down to a crawl when passing an accident, curioustity cause additional accidents you and your voyeur of a family don’t want to become a part of the roadside tragedy you are gaping at, GET A MOVE ON. The same goes for other roadside diversions including break downs, pretty girls getting ticketed, accidents on THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET, emergency vehicles going in the opposite direction on a divided road and related events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion. I don’t care what kind of self-absorbed butt nugget you are in the rest of your life please remember that you are piloting a couple of tons of metal glass and plastic around the road. Try to rise above your vile self just long enough to get from A to B without pissing every other driver on earth off and we’ll all be a lot happier and some of us may live a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125775237711551589-7990571603502450123?l=thaijohn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/feeds/7990571603502450123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125775237711551589&amp;postID=7990571603502450123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/7990571603502450123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125775237711551589/posts/default/7990571603502450123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thaijohn.blogspot.com/2008/09/driving-in-cow-town.html' title='Driving in Cow Town'/><author><name>John Thai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08422034257559474828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8alKbqMxo/SMU_X-tAisI/AAAAAAAAABY/nwhGAxDswwQ/S220/n505309316_752453_959.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
