<?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-5630070743056244275</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:47:26.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meandering Thoughts of Ian</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-1536410665901654239</id><published>2010-02-03T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:19:21.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True North Strange and Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/S2oAKORygtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5ckUi98heqU/s1600-h/americashat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434156076007326418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/S2oAKORygtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5ckUi98heqU/s200/americashat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in January, we started an all new morning show at Energy, and we decided to splurge a little and order the import host instead of the domestic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep... we dun' gone and lassoed ourselves a Yankee... &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/chris.shine?ref=ts"&gt;Chris Shine&lt;/a&gt;; hired out of Dallas, Texas, but born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts; I guess that means he's a calf-roping Patriots fan who'll eat a bowl of clam chowder while watching a Matt Damon movie... or something... (That's actually all pretty accurate with the exception of the calf-roping).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turns out, Americans are a lot like us... but after driving a car-less Chris to and from work for a month, I've learned there are a lot of very small and strange differences that make our countries so, well, different... eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most dramatic has got to be the shoe thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get this... Americans &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;do not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; remove their shoes when entering a house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, for real. Carpet, hardwood or linoleum, whatever you've got lining your floor, they will drag their muddy soles all over it without a second thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, Chris was &lt;i&gt;surprised&lt;/i&gt; to learn that we Canucks remove our footwear, and the concept of the "shoe pile" at the front door of a house party seemed even more foreign... My mother would have a fit if I left my kicks on in the house, so perish the thought I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, it's the small things that are the oddest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have social security numbers... we have social &lt;i&gt;insurance &lt;/i&gt;Numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have zip codes... we have &lt;i&gt;postal&lt;/i&gt; codes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have the fourth of July... we have the &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say 'zee'... we say &lt;i&gt;'zed'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They use fahrenheit... we use &lt;i&gt;celsius&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have blundering Presidents... we have blundering &lt;i&gt;Prime Ministers... &lt;/i&gt;And the Queen, which is odd to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the slightest variations in dialogue can raise an eyebrow; for instance, Americans don't use the term "grabbing a pint" in reference to grabbing a delicious frosty glass of golden brew. The word 'pint' throws them a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, they do have the privilege of purchasing that brew along with a bag of chips at 7-11... We do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;However...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; do not have &lt;em&gt;ketchup&lt;/em&gt; chips... that doesn't really even the score of easy liquor access, but whatever, ketchup chips are effin' good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of food, that's a bit of a curiosity too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America... the land of bucket sized cups of pop (soda as they say), deep fried chocolate bars (candy bars), and cheeseburgers made with Krispy Kreme doughnuts (donuts)... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;does not put gravy on its fries. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;(I know, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So imagine Chris's amazement when I told him about the most wonderful and delicious gift Canada has to offer to any sojourner from another land... Poutine!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434191197740254754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/S2ogGk7cxiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hA4aHXTxex4/s200/Poutine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm... Just look at it... all gooey and cheesy and yummy and satisfying... How could this national treasure pass under the American radar for so long!? They embraced Avril Lavigne, didn't they? Why the frig haven't they discovered poutine yet!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something had to be done... so I took Chris out pour un dîner authentiquement Québécois (an authentic Quebec lunch) and insisted that he give the glorious creation a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what... he loved it! So much so he texted me the next day to say he was craving more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot damn! Not gonna lie... it kind've inspired me to open up a poutine stand in Manhattan. I could make a bloody fortune and retire early. It'll be &lt;i&gt;gravy&lt;/i&gt; (ha ha)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But by far the most amusing difference so far has been the geography lessons... Think back to your 8th grade Social Studies class, we (or at least, I) had to learn every state and every one of their capital cities. The Ameri-kids learn no such thing of Canada. For the most part, they don't even think of our country in terms of provinces and territories, each with their own traits that make them unique. We think of Texas, we think of guns and cowboys. We think of Boston, we think of tea parties and "Cheers"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To them, we're simply Canada. One big overly polite neighbour (neighbor) upstairs that doesn't like to be a bother... and that's really not a bad thing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and I have become pretty good chums since he made the trek to our true north strong and free, so I've learned a few things from him in our time spent together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that whatever country we hail from, we're all very strange creatures who do very odd things... like make condiment flavoured (flavored) snacks and put our feet up on the couch with dirty shoes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've also learned that we're really not that different at all when it comes to the stuff that matters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff like poutine... everyone on Earth can get together and enjoy a piping hot poutine... unless you're lactose intolerant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to that Amigos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-1536410665901654239?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/1536410665901654239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=1536410665901654239' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/1536410665901654239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/1536410665901654239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-north.html' title='True North Strange and Free'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/S2oAKORygtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5ckUi98heqU/s72-c/americashat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3499246020116390441</id><published>2010-01-27T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:56:32.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Heidi Montag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/S2C7V3TJ2HI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ak5mAGITPEA/s1600-h/Heidi+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/S2C7V3TJ2HI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ak5mAGITPEA/s200/Heidi+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431547134904752242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear, Heidi&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did you mutilate yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did your face anger you in some way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps you woke up one morning with a zit... but it was just a little annoyance you thought you could live with so totally no biggie. Then by the time you went for lunch it had swollen up into a puffy white sack of puss that embarrasses you and your friends in public... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, Spencer seems like a grade-A pain the in ass, but he's not worth going under the knife ten times over... in one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister, listen... you're blonde, blue eyed, and you have a huge, well rounded... um... faith... you are (were) gorgeous, you have (had) an amazing job in L.A., and you've found the love (plague) of your life... what's to fix?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is about attention, plain and simple. Attention from the media, attention from friends, and definitely attention from men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heidi, you're married, but clearly you love the idea of becoming a product for the masses... all 658 of them who went out and bought your CD... The CD you a spent a million dollars to have made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even want to know how much you blew on that chin reduction... etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look Heidi... I don't know you, and you seem so very, very nice... just also a teensy bit insufferable. I think you need to step out of the spotlight for a while. Travel. Go shopping. Lay on the beach for endless days and for the love of all that is holy take the man-baggage with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go live your life, have fun, and let your calling find &lt;i&gt;you.&lt;/i&gt; You'll be so much happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those 658 people who actually &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; your music, however... may not be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, all the best, and say hi to your mother for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, Ian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5630070743056244275-3499246020116390441?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3499246020116390441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3499246020116390441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3499246020116390441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3499246020116390441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-letter-to-heidi-montag.html' title='An Open Letter to Heidi Montag'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/S2C7V3TJ2HI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ak5mAGITPEA/s72-c/Heidi+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3892250211628175237</id><published>2009-12-30T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:40:34.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsolete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SzukKBgn7tI/AAAAAAAAALw/BOqtdjvB32I/s1600-h/Tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421107068581441234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SzukKBgn7tI/AAAAAAAAALw/BOqtdjvB32I/s320/Tech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, another decade has come and gone... and so has a lot of our fancy techno-junk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when digital flip phones were all the rage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when shock-free portable CD players were a must have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember answering machines? VCRs? Floppy drives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember cube  TVs!? (I do, but that's because I still have one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The analogue era is gone, and we have officially entered the digital age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From shopping mall directories, to pumps at the gas station, to the fridge in your kitchen, anything can be given a brain these days, and in the next 10 years the world will become a very different place yet again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, let's look back a the past ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Huffington Post published an &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/12/26/obsolete-things-that-expi_n_402674.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; highlighting 12 ordinary, everyday things that have essentially died off since the turn of the millenium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summing up how fast things change is enough to make you bust out a &lt;em&gt;whaaaazzzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;12) Calling:&lt;/b&gt; Believe it or not, I hate talking on the phone. Chatting with callers on the radio is one thing, but when it comes to everyday conversation, as far as I'm concerned, if it can be said in a text, say it in a text. Nothing worse than mindless &lt;i&gt;Hey how are yous?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;11) Newspaper Classifieds:&lt;/b&gt; The only thing left in the classified section these days is job ads (targeted to people who likely don't use Craigslist) and "escort services"... I can only imagine whom they're targeting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;10) Dial Up Internet&lt;/b&gt;: It sucked. 'Nuff said... but the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsNaR6FRuO0"&gt;sounds&lt;/a&gt; are pretty nostalgic, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;9) Encyclopedias:&lt;/b&gt; Why buy expensive books that take up space when you can just punch it into Wikipedia? There are so many articles on there that the odds of one being fudged up by a net surfing hoodlum are pretty slim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That said, if you want your apartment to smell of many leather bound books... an encyclopedia set may not be all that bad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) CDs:&lt;/b&gt; I still use these, and obviously they're still sold in droves. But I think that's because what people are spending their money on is not the CD (They're just going to transfer the music on to their iTunes anyway). What people are still interested in buying in the new decade is real, tangible, cover art and liner notes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You also can't display an iTunes collection on a rack in your living room. Many people enjoy that... my CDs, however, tend to wind up on the floor of my car...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) Landline Phones:&lt;/b&gt; Hellooooooooooooo? Why bother? Unless you collect rotary phones... Which is kinda cool, I must say...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Film and Film Cameras:&lt;/b&gt; These seemed to die off relatively quick! It wasn't until computer software technology caught up with that of the cameras themselves that the digital revolution seemed to take hold. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was only a few years ago that Kodak flaunted its Advantix brand film and cameras. The ones where you can choose different photo sizes, reduce red eye, etc... impressive features for film. But, um, digital does that too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Yellow Pages and Address Books&lt;/b&gt;: Much the same as the classifieds, these babies won't truly die out until literally every home and every person has access to an internet device. Until then, grandma is still going to turn to page 675 to find the number for the knitting store.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(No offence 'Nan, I know how much you like your knitting)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Catalogues&lt;/b&gt;: Aside from Ikea and the Sears Wishbook... when was the last time you've ever seen one show up on your door? Nope, websites are the new catalogue. It's over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Fax Machines:&lt;/b&gt; This surprised me actually. Fax machines aren't the rock star office supply they once were, but they're still very useful I find. Besides, these days they're easily integrated into printer/scanner technology... so it's really more of a "why NOT put it in?" kinda thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Wires:&lt;/b&gt; The more stuff we invent, the more space their wires take up. Granted, they're still cluttering up my living room. But bit by bit and little by little they are disappearing. Wireless internet is already king. And now you can even &lt;i&gt;charge&lt;/i&gt; some cell phones wirelessly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Palm Pre, for instance, charges through a magnet in the back of the phone. I don't think it'll be too long before you'll be able to make toast on your roof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But will batteries be included? If they are they'd better toss in a loaf of bread too. Extra incentive to buy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Hand Written Letters: &lt;/b&gt;This, I consider somewhat of a tragic result of the advances in technology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It makes complete sense why no one writes letters anymore, why bother when you can tweet instead?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But a hand written letter is something that will never die off completely. People have been writing each other for centuries, and to this day it's still a heartwarming gesture to sit down and scribble some meaningful words for someone you love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just a humbling reminder that while all these crazy innovations have become essential cogs in the way we live... the power can always go out... but the written word will last a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish you nothing but peace, love and the upmost of joy in 2010 and beyond!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-3892250211628175237?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3892250211628175237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3892250211628175237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3892250211628175237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3892250211628175237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/12/obsolete.html' title='Obsolete'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SzukKBgn7tI/AAAAAAAAALw/BOqtdjvB32I/s72-c/Tech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-4978541115074048343</id><published>2009-12-15T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:54:21.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Balls</title><content type='html'>It's award season again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the &lt;a href="http://www.goldenglobes.org/news/id/159"&gt;Golden Globe nominations&lt;/a&gt; were dished out and for some reason Justin Timberlake was there to help do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyfRhggZRwI/AAAAAAAAALo/Qv_XiUCe27k/s1600-h/JT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415527450528007938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyfRhggZRwI/AAAAAAAAALo/Qv_XiUCe27k/s200/JT1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JT&lt;/strong&gt;- "I was in The Love Guru!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian&lt;/strong&gt;- "I know Justin, but that was a terrible movie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JT&lt;/strong&gt;- "Oh... I was in Alpha Dog..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian&lt;/strong&gt;- "I know Justin, that movie was okay, but Emile Hirsch and Anton Yelchin pretty much stole the show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JT&lt;/strong&gt;- "Oh... I was in Black Snake Moan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian&lt;/strong&gt;- "I know Justin... for about three seconds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JT&lt;/strong&gt;- "Oh... I'm dating Jessica Biel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian&lt;/strong&gt;- "Atta boy. Here's a Grammy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JT&lt;/strong&gt;- "Thanks!!!! :D!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, here's a rundown on some of this year's nominees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Haven't seen it, but hear it's amazing... good work HFPA, 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Amazing film... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precious &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Kind've obvious, but it was a great movie... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Not even out yet, which bugs me about these award shows... -1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avatar&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Not out... but I'm super excited to see it. So torn... 0.5 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best comedy/musical picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hangover&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Blown away by this one. Laughed every second... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Complicated&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt; Meryl's in it... may as well toss it in the pile... 0 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Meryl's in it, pile... oh, but it's good (I hear)... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Have YOU seen it? Because I have indeed not... at least Meryl's not in it... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Meh... 0 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture - Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Bridges, "Crazy Heart"&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;He's still at it, eh?... 1 point (for effort)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Clooney, "Up in the Air"&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Not out, looks good, Clooney is hit or miss for me... 0 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colin Firth, "A Single Man"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt; Not... out... but Tom Ford definitely is... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morgan Freeman, "Invictus"&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;A. Maze. Ing. Can never go wrong with Mo-Free... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tobey Maguire, "Brothers"&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Toby creeps me out in the trailer, signs of a good actor... 1 &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture - Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily Blunt, "The Young Victoria"&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Obligatory period piece... 0 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandra Bullock, "The Blind Side"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Hey, it killed New Moon... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helen Mirren, "The Last Station"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;The Last what?... Never heard... 0.5 points for Dame Hellen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carey Mulligan, "An Education"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Peter Sarsgaard makes robbing the cradle look classy. 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabourey Sidibe, "Precious"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Duh... she nailed it... 2 points (extra point being it's her first role)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role in a Motion Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mo'Nique, "Precious"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Wickedly evil... but please shave your legs... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julianne Moore, "A Single Man"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;One of my all time favorite actresses... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Kendrick, "Up in the Air"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Clooney's conquest BUT she grew out of New Moon... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vera Farmiga, "Up in the Air"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Tough call, too much Clooney here... 0.5 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penelope Cruz, "Nine"&lt;/strong&gt; -... &lt;em&gt;2 points... one for each chi-chi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in a Motion Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt Damon, "Invictus"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Matt Damon can do no wrong... amazing performance... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stanley Tucci, "The Lovely Bones"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Great story, movie looks... um... different... 0 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Plummer, "The Last Station"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Did you know he's related to a Prime Minister? Huh... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christoph Waltz, "Inglorious Basterds"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Phenomenal... 3 points (one for each language)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture - Comedy or Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandra Bullock, "The Proposal"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;They meant The Blind Side, right?... 0.5 points for Betty White&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marion Cotillard, "Nine"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt; 1 point... I just feel obligated...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julia Roberts, "Duplicity"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Mr and Mrs Smith knockoff... 0 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meryl Streep, "It's Complicated"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;It's Meryl, but we need to even the score here... 0.5 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meryl Streep, "Julie &amp;amp; Julia"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-... 0.5 points... please don't ever do Mama Mia again&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture - Comedy or Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt Damon, "The Informant!"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Go Matt! 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Day-Lewis, "Nine"&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Oprah hollerin' his name is still echoing in my brain... still... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Downey Jr, "Sherlock Holmes" &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Lurve RDJ, but this movie kinda looks like a stinker... 0 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt, "(500) Days of Summer" &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;That's the kid from Third Rock, right?... Good for him... good for him... 0.5 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Stuhlbarg, "Serious Man" &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Never heard of the movie, but upon googling, I want to see it... 0.5 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Original Song -- Motion Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cinema Italiano," Nine &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Catchy, catchy, catchy... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I See You", Avatar, performed by LEONA LEWIS &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Is James Cameron trying to make her the next Céline?... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Weary Kind" Crazy Heart &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Does Jeff Bridges sing it? CAN he sing?... 0 points&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I Want To Come Home," by PAUL MCCARTNEY, Everybody's Fine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-*Kablamo* The movie is a bomb... 0.5 points for Paul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Winter," by U2, Brothers &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;These awards are stuffy enough without Bono's ego on board... -1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Animated Feature Film&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coraline &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-All of these movies look adorable... points for everybody!!!... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fantastic Mr. Fox &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Princess and the Frog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... 2 points (for Disney going old school)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... 1 point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Movie Score: 37.5/50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TELEVISION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what? I agree with every one of these selections... except House... Sorry, just not a fan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Television score: 18/20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Best drama series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dexter"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mad Men"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"House M.D."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"True Blood"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Big Love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best comedy series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"30 Rock"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Entourage"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Glee"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Office"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Modern Family"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best actor in a drama series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon Baker, "The Mentalist"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael C. Hall, "Dexter"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon Hamm, "Mad Men"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugh Laurie, "House M.D."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Paxton, "Big Love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best actress in a comedy series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glenn Close, "Damages"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January Jones, "Mad Men"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julianna Margulies, "The Good Wife"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Paquin, "True Blood"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyra Sedgewick, "The Closer"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-4978541115074048343?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/4978541115074048343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=4978541115074048343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4978541115074048343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4978541115074048343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/12/golden-balls.html' title='Golden Balls'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyfRhggZRwI/AAAAAAAAALo/Qv_XiUCe27k/s72-c/JT1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-2410433451932804445</id><published>2009-12-14T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:12:25.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neighbours</title><content type='html'>I have some very eclectic neighbours in my building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415178377399758418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyaUCxxJ7lI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PBgNF_NaJhw/s320/Burn+Block.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First there's the girl across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filana&lt;/strong&gt; is her name... Phillana... Fillanna? I barely know if I'm saying it right, let alone spelling it, but she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;A hippy dippy kinda gal that burns incense, dances in the hall and leaves used books by the front door for the taking. She travels around Canada a lot working as a shaman of sorts; attending rain dances, midnight weddings in the bush, and many, &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; raves.&lt;br /&gt;She offered to bring me some chili one night... I fear what kind of mushrooms she uses in the recipe... Still, she's good people.&lt;/p&gt;Next, there's &lt;strong&gt;Crystal&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know if Crystal is actually her name, but she looks like a Crystal. Torn grey sweat pants, stained hoodies, and hair done up in a loose ponytail right on top of her head. She's the building drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally we run into each other in the stairwell, and she valiantly slurs out some kind of attempt at small talk. It usually involves her former employer and how they're "huge jerks" (Crystal's choice of words is a lot more &lt;em&gt;colorful&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;She lives in an apartment smaller than mine. It's literally a little box at the corner of the hall right next to Fillana's place.&lt;br /&gt;Her door is usually left open a crack which allows her cranked up music to be heard throughout the building. She loves everything from Kiss to The Jonas Brothers, and sings along with every track she plays...&lt;br /&gt;It makes me kinda sad really. I mean, it's obvious she's an alcoholic with family issues. I base that on the highly audible arguments I've heard her have in the hall with the old man who delivers her rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up is my friend &lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyasEOXOIRI/AAAAAAAAALg/WK4hLwG6XaE/s1600-h/Heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415204790534545682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyasEOXOIRI/AAAAAAAAALg/WK4hLwG6XaE/s320/Heather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This classy dame and I have been friends since first grade. We lived together in Edmonton for a spell and eventually both found our way to Calgary.&lt;/p&gt;Then we found our way two doors down from each other... she lives down the hall right across from Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, shortly after moving in, Crystal stopped by her place to ask if she wanted to drink with her (Exhibit B in the alcoholism case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This creeped Heather out and prompted her to cut me a set of keys to her place in case she ever got in "trouble".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly girl... she's more likely to get in trouble with yours truly... and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biggie... We cook food, drink wine, swap old stories, then hit the club from time to time... we're pretty much a pair of hip urbanites living our youth to the beat of the city. Coming from St. Paul, Alberta, this will always be a novelty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there's the &lt;strong&gt;Gruesome Twosome&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know their names, don't know their story, but I &lt;em&gt;do know&lt;/em&gt; this... they have a LOT of sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... jackrabbits, these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a guy and a girl living together (I assume?) in the apartment that separates mine and Heather's; A mopey looking pair that have an affinity for extra-baggy jeans, wallet chains and KORN t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Rarely seen, but always present. I've hardly ever seen either one of them leave the flat. But of the two, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; tends to pop out more often.&lt;br /&gt;Never for long though. She'll head out and come back about 15 minutes later with either pizza, groceries, beer or confectionary from 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;... I'm more likely to spot a Sasquatch doing his laundry down the hall than see him venture into the daylight.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs? Doubtful... unless they're running some kind raunchy website out of their living room... which is frighteningly plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's three dead giveaways that these two are always lurking a wall away from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Movies: They own a sound system, and they have a taste for action flicks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Music: Surprisingly one (or both) of them is &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; into Three Days Grace and Evanescence... those KORN tees are a touch misleading that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) The SEX!!! Lots of it. Morning glory, afternoon delight, and late night... um... escapades?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usually the moaning and groaning on the other side of the wall can be drowned out by my television... but last night... last night was different.&lt;br /&gt;Because it wasn't &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; moaning and groaning last night... something dark and dirty was going on next door... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think there was a whip involved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cracking echoed in my dreams... *shudder*...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My neighbours... quite the motley crew... I think I'll bake them cookies for Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-2410433451932804445?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/2410433451932804445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=2410433451932804445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/2410433451932804445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/2410433451932804445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/12/neighbours.html' title='The Neighbours'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyaUCxxJ7lI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PBgNF_NaJhw/s72-c/Burn+Block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-5103891483726813844</id><published>2009-12-11T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:24:13.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Aliens</title><content type='html'>Something effed up happened in Norway this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414039248535145698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyKIAwD1zOI/AAAAAAAAALI/VZgAokJsotw/s400/Norway+Spiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Early Wednesday morning, while sipping their coffee, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes and mushing their kids off to school, folks from Harstad to Tromsø were amazed by a dazzling spectacle of light in the sky above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An enormous glowing &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2009/12/09/weird-giant-spiral-seen-in-sky-over-norway/"&gt;spiral&lt;/a&gt; appeared and rotated while a strange green beam shot out from its centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The entire show lasted around 12 minutes before dissolving back into the darkness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoah... Move over Balloon Boy, because even if this IS a hoax... color me impressed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, my nerdy/awesome side is really hoping this is some kind of alien activity. A cross-dimensional wormhole opening up the heavens and linking us with an advanced civilization the likes of which our imagination can't begin to comprehend... or it might be some viral marketing campaign for "Avatar"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... But sadly, the Russians are taking credit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suppoooooosedly it's some rocket thing they fired from a submarine that went the way of Amy Winehouse and became a cracked out mess in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a smart British guy explaining how that's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx8i5EfmYU4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;possible&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx8i5EfmYU4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx8i5EfmYU4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that buzzkill... Rocket or not, I'm sure this thing is going to get explained away in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime I'm working on how to greet our new alien overlords... Smile? Bow? Handshake? Would they have hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, what should I wear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-5103891483726813844?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/5103891483726813844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=5103891483726813844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5103891483726813844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5103891483726813844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-aliens.html' title='Totally Aliens'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SyKIAwD1zOI/AAAAAAAAALI/VZgAokJsotw/s72-c/Norway+Spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-7029942497500368962</id><published>2009-11-23T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:12:34.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glambert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were sitting in the audience of the AMA's, this would be my inner-monologue...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh wow, what a fabulous night this is! There's so many celebs here. Sure was nice to see Janet back up on stage. Wonder how's she's coping these days. Hmm, I hope I have another drink ticket... I already lost one after bumping into Paula Abdul. Oh look, it's Adam Lambert! Did he WIN American Idol? No, no, it was the short one. Isn't he married? Yeah, I think he's married. Holy, that's some raunchy stuff happening on stage. Is that man on a leash?... Why is Lambert grabbing his head like that? Oh no... don't do it Adam, don't do it! Noooo!!.... aw, he did it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJqjf_T-GQk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJqjf_T-GQk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-7029942497500368962?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/7029942497500368962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=7029942497500368962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/7029942497500368962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/7029942497500368962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/11/glambert.html' title='Glambert'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-4204668515515668280</id><published>2009-11-02T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:43:27.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony Sedlak</title><content type='html'>I love food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the Food Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some afternoons there's just nothing better than frying up some frozen perogies, adding a sprinkle of Mrs. Dash, and savoring my gourmet creation while watching the pros school me at the culinary arts.&lt;br /&gt;Curse you Barefoot Contessa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one of my faves is definitely &lt;a href="http://www.foodtv.ca/Themain/about.aspx"&gt;The Main&lt;/a&gt;, featuring super-chef (and homegrown Canadian) Anthony Sedlak.&lt;br /&gt;This guy is only a couple years older than me, but he's already won like a bazillion cooking competitions, he's the executive chef at a posh Vancouver restaurant, he has a hit TV show... &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;he puts my grilled cheese &lt;a href="http://www.foodtv.ca/recipes/recipedetails.aspx?dishid=9181"&gt;to shame&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also happens to be a pretty rad guy.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had the pleasure of chatting with Anthony about the &lt;a href="http://www.chilichallenge.ca/"&gt;Zantac Chili Challenge&lt;/a&gt;; a national competition that invites Canadians to submit their favorite chili recipes for a shot at winning a trip to the Mayan Riviera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayum... I should start taking notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out my interview with Anthony right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGVlHGJns2I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGVlHGJns2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wanna grab a snack... we gab for a bit... plus we're talking about chili so you're probably gonna get a little hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-4204668515515668280?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/4204668515515668280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=4204668515515668280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4204668515515668280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4204668515515668280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/11/anthony-sedlak.html' title='Anthony Sedlak'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3224057827115337506</id><published>2009-11-02T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:55:47.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Ship!!!</title><content type='html'>Apparently the cruise industry knows nothing of this silly little recession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399552225907024754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Su8QJDNbo3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/vrDifWVk6vA/s400/Oasis+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;a href="http://www.oasisoftheseas.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Oasis of the Seas&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, the latest flagship of the Royal Caribbean fleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the largest passenger ship in the world with 2700 cabins (some of which are two-storey lofts) that can accommodate over 6300 passengers and 2100 crew members. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all those passengers are gonna need something to do! Aside from hocking loogies into the sea... which can get pretty messy... messier still when you factor in those prone to sea-sickness... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all those investors aren't about to let a multi-billion dollar paint job go the way of a taxi door on a Friday night... so expect to find enough dining and entertainment on board that you'll forget you're even on a boat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And possibly make you question why you didn't just go to Disneyland for this year's vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This baby is fully loaded with zip-lines, four swimming pools, an open-air promenade/shopping concourse, seven different "neighborhoods", volleyball and basketball courts, a theme park, an ice rink, a mini-golf course, and a 750 person outdoor amphitheater... that &lt;em&gt;doubles&lt;/em&gt; as another swimming pool... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399567636350164258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Su8eKDlY3SI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WY759LI-0IQ/s400/oasis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and yes, those are rock walls next to the amphitheater... in case you wanted to take in a show whilst scaling a mountain at sea... phhht, no &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; mountain is gonna offer up that kinda luxury.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399572579064494162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Su8ipwoUOFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kNLxC7fAb-0/s400/Oasis+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Oasis of the Seas is currently en route across the Atlantic in preparation for her maiden voyage in the Caribbean later this month. Follow her on her journey and keep up to date with the captain's &lt;a href="http://www.oasisoftheseas.com/"&gt;video log&lt;/a&gt; too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Busy man... hope he's watching for those icebergs... &lt;em&gt;just because&lt;/em&gt; this beast is 20 storeys high and 5 times bigger than the Titanic doesn't mean we should get sloppy folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399572584565382034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Su8iqFH1G5I/AAAAAAAAALA/tcBxEBRC1PY/s400/oasis+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just to give you an idea of how enormous this beyotch is... that ship in the chart above is actually a &lt;em&gt;smaller class&lt;/em&gt; of passenger vessel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Sold. Who wants to go cruisin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-3224057827115337506?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3224057827115337506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3224057827115337506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3224057827115337506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3224057827115337506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-ship.html' title='Holy Ship!!!'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Su8QJDNbo3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/vrDifWVk6vA/s72-c/Oasis+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-6493343030635712821</id><published>2009-10-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:10:50.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian's Friendly Trick-or-Treating Tips for Youngsters and Parents Alike:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398471265459029858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Sus5A3vWx2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/h0Ms2E-5FHE/s400/Costume.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Have each child carry or wear something lit&lt;/strong&gt; – So dressing up like the invisible woman is probably not recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Adults should plan out a route in advance&lt;/strong&gt; – Totally. You gotta make sure you hit the jackpot houses. You know, the neighbors that hand out full sized candy bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Require well-fitting shoes&lt;/strong&gt; – Pumps aren’t trick-or-treater friendly… and no one wants to be mistaken for a different “creature of the night”… yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Avoid costumes that drag on the ground&lt;/strong&gt; – Otherwise you’re slowing down all your friends, and lessening the amount of loot they collect. Friendship FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· With the thought of comfort, pick costumes that are bathroom-friendly as well &lt;/strong&gt;– AKA, don’t pull a Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Be sure a child's mask allows full visibility and breathing&lt;/strong&gt; – How did Darth Vader cope with that thing anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Trick or treaters should walk, not run, and should never cut across lawns or driveways&lt;/strong&gt; – Some neighbors are paranoid and have shotguns… just sayin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Only carry flexible props&lt;/strong&gt; - Sure, real swords are fun and all… but probably not for the ER doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Only trick or treat at houses that are lit&lt;/strong&gt; – And if you see the last name BATES on the mailbox… you know… just stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Be sure kids don't get over-heated and keep hydrated&lt;/strong&gt; – Trick-or-treating is a marathon event, and you want to make sure your kids return will full bags... that way you get a bigger cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Think "practical" over "cute" when picking a trick or treat goody bag or container&lt;/strong&gt; – See now, that’s smart advice. Plastic pumpkins are swell, but a pillowcase (or two) guarantees a profitable holiday experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Keep track of time and don't trick or treat after 9 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; – The neighbors might be in bed by then… or drunk… either way, do not disturb please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Feed your kids a healthy meal&lt;/strong&gt; - That way they’re less likely to fill their bellies with Tootsie Rolls and Rockets!... Thus leaving more for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; when they’re tucked in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Children of any age should be accompanied by a parent&lt;/strong&gt; - And if you’re smart about your costume choice, you could probably pass as a fellow trick-or-treater. Think short. Hobbits, jockies, etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Purchased costumes should be made of flame-retardant material&lt;/strong&gt; – Do I really need to elaborate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Insist that your child goes to the bathroom BEFORE leaving the house&lt;/strong&gt; – Again, there is much we can learn from Fergalicious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Never allow children to eat candy before it is inspected&lt;/strong&gt; – Yeah! Otherwise they might eat all the good stuff and leave you with the Tic Tacs and hundred-cal snack packs… BTW, please don’t hand out Tic Tacs and hundred-cal snack packs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Pick up objects in the yard, sidewalk, or driveway that could create safety issues&lt;/strong&gt; – Sure, it’s good for a laugh when someone steps on a rake, but lawsuits could ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Think "trick or treat safety" when decorating&lt;/strong&gt; – Remember that fire-retardant costume advice? This is for the protection of people who don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Keep your house well-lit and inviting&lt;/strong&gt; – That way it’s funnier when the guy with the chainsaw emerges from the garage… ha ha… pranks are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Be sure your pets are secured and put away&lt;/strong&gt; – Chocolate is bad for dogs… and some dogs are bad for trick-or-treaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Carefully consider treats such as healthier food alternatives&lt;/strong&gt; – That way kids are… wait, what? No no, that’s terrible advice. Ignore that please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-6493343030635712821?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/6493343030635712821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=6493343030635712821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/6493343030635712821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/6493343030635712821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-tips.html' title='Halloween Tips'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Sus5A3vWx2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/h0Ms2E-5FHE/s72-c/Costume.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-5584627510782234109</id><published>2009-10-22T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:56:40.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecent Joe</title><content type='html'>Today, at a traditional ceremony in Greece, they sparked up the torch for the 2010 Olympic games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the only torch being lit today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere &lt;em&gt;south of the border &lt;/em&gt;the witchhunt is on for a man who was recently arrested for committing a heinous crime! He &lt;em&gt;exposed&lt;/em&gt; his buck-naked bod to a group of kids waiting for their school bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerve! The horror! The... inaccuracy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing... it was 8am, dark outside, the kids were across the street, and the man was in his &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; home brewing coffee in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;To this I say... who &lt;em&gt;hasn't&lt;/em&gt; worn their birthday suit to breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Fox news and the local authorities apparently haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Nor do they &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57yi3Asgov4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;condone it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;NOR are they going to let him get away with this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWSVL8Fmx3Q&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;dastardly deed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy...&lt;br /&gt;As an act of solidarity, I plan to make my Tim Horton's runs in the buff from now on. You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57yi3Asgov4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57yi3Asgov4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWSVL8Fmx3Q&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWSVL8Fmx3Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-5584627510782234109?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/5584627510782234109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=5584627510782234109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5584627510782234109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5584627510782234109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/10/indecent-joe.html' title='Indecent Joe'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-4736094039180225289</id><published>2009-10-13T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:41:06.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/StU4ghEIaGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pGDeg-cTrXA/s1600-h/logoBar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392278260128704610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/StU4ghEIaGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pGDeg-cTrXA/s400/logoBar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/StUWCcCuRII/AAAAAAAAAKI/_pm0j4riUwc/s1600-h/muchlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today the top 16 for the Much Music VJ Search 2.0 were revealed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Alright, so I'm not one of 'em... but I lad can &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the dream will live on! Being a VJ is something I've wanted to do since I was 10 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also wanted a pet dinosaur named Bruce, but some dreams fade I suppose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This one won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whatever the future holds is a mystery, but here in the moment, all that exists is the dream. So it's worth holding on to. It's worth nuturing and growing. And it's definitely worth going after when the moment finally calls for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went after it, and that's enough to make me feel like a winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, I'm in Calgary talking on the radio for a living... many of my dreams &lt;em&gt;have already &lt;/em&gt;come true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No complaints. No regrets. And no looking back. I live a good life doing what I love to do, and that's a prize in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until the next moment comes, I owe you a thank-you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It goes without saying that I wouldn't be where I am today were it not for my friends and family, but it's a fact that has never been more evident to me. Every time I set out on a new adventure I can count on your love and support. It's genuine, it's endless, and it takes my breath away. Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful thing is, even if I don't, you're there all the same. Usually with a raised glass of goodness that warms my soul. Here's one back: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A toast to you my friends and allies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My loved ones from coast to coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A toast to you and all &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ones &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; hold on to the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers and much love, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- And of course, congrats to the top 16! Rock it you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-4736094039180225289?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/4736094039180225289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=4736094039180225289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4736094039180225289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4736094039180225289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheers-to-you.html' title='Cheers to You'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/StU4ghEIaGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pGDeg-cTrXA/s72-c/logoBar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-1134717852344867126</id><published>2009-10-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:53:20.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ &amp; AMA</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson LIVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... no... unless you believe the conspiracy theories (which I tend to)... but he certainly &lt;em&gt;lives on&lt;/em&gt; at the American Music Awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ was just nominated for FIVE awards, second only to Taylor Swift who snagged 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awards will be handed out November 22nd on ABC. Think the King of Pop can take the crown one last time?? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list of nominees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARTIST OF THE YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINGS OF LEON&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;br /&gt;LADY GAGA&lt;br /&gt;EMINEM&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE POP/ROCK MALE ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMINEM&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;T.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE POP/ROCK FEMALE ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEYONCE &lt;em&gt;(wonder if Kanye is invited to the show?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;br /&gt;LADY GAGA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE POP/ROCK BAND DUO OR GROUP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK EYED PEAS&lt;br /&gt;KINGS OF LEON&lt;br /&gt;NICKELBACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE POP/ROCK ALBUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fame -- LADY GAGA&lt;br /&gt;Number Ones -- MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Fearless -- TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE ADULT CONTEMPORARY ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAUGHTRY&lt;br /&gt;JASON MRAZ&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE COUNTRY MALE ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON ALDEAN&lt;br /&gt;DARIUS RUCKER&lt;br /&gt;KEITH URBAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE COUNTRY FEMALE ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBA&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;br /&gt;CARRIE UNDERWOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE COUNTRY BAND/DUO/GROUP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RASCAL FLATTS&lt;br /&gt;SUGARLAND&lt;br /&gt;ZAC BROWN BAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE COUNTRY ALBUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable -- RASCAL FLATTS&lt;br /&gt;Fearless -- TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;br /&gt;Foundation -- ZAC BROWN BAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE ALTERNATIVE MUSIC ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY&lt;br /&gt;KINGS OF LEON&lt;br /&gt;SHINEDOWN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE SOUL/R&amp;amp;B MALE ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE FOXX&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;MAXWELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE SOUL/R&amp;amp;B FEMALE ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEYONCE&lt;br /&gt;KEYSHIA COLE&lt;br /&gt;KERI HILSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE SOUL/R&amp;amp;B ALBUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am...Sasha Fierce -- BEYONCE&lt;br /&gt;The E.N.D. -- BLACK EYED PEAS&lt;br /&gt;Number Ones -- MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE SOUL/R&amp;amp;B BAND,  DUO OR GROUP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK EYED PEAS&lt;br /&gt;DAY 26&lt;br /&gt;MARY MARY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE RAP/HIP-HOP MALE ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMINEM&lt;br /&gt;JAY Z&lt;br /&gt;T.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE RAP/HIP-HOP ALBUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relapse -- EMINEM&lt;br /&gt;Blueprint 3  -- JAY-Z&lt;br /&gt;Paper Trail -- T.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE SOUNDTRACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana: The Movie&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana 3&lt;br /&gt;Twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T MOBILE BREAKTHROUGH ARTIST NOMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop/Rock Breakthrough Artist - Kings of Leon, Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Country Breakthrough Artist - Gloriana, Zac Brown Band&lt;br /&gt;Soul/R&amp;amp;B Breakthrough Artist -  Keri Hilson, Jeremih&lt;br /&gt;Rap/Hip-Hop Breakthrough Artist - Drake, Kid Cudi&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/5630070743056244275-1134717852344867126?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/1134717852344867126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=1134717852344867126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/1134717852344867126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/1134717852344867126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/10/mj-ama.html' title='MJ &amp; AMA'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3025742298601789405</id><published>2009-10-05T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:53:42.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breast Team Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SspQjdxSW0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tPo74_f6Ie0/s1600-h/Breast+Team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389208474319215426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SspQjdxSW0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tPo74_f6Ie0/s400/Breast+Team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOBIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously folks... Shout out to THE BREAST TEAM EVER! We managed to raise $7450 for The Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; we kicked 5K's square in the butt (and in the snow!) yesterday at the &lt;a href="https://www.cibcrunforthecure.com/html/login.asp?session=y"&gt;CIBC Run for the Cure&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a blast. And truly amazing to see &lt;em&gt;thooooousands&lt;/em&gt; of people out there for the cause. That includes the kind-hearted people who live along the route, and were out there cheering us on... as well as offering their bathrooms. Thanks for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next year my breasties!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah... the boob jokes were pretty abundant too. Thanks to all for the &lt;em&gt;support&lt;/em&gt; (you see!?!?!?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tata&lt;/em&gt; for now! (Agh! I can't stop!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-3025742298601789405?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3025742298601789405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3025742298601789405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3025742298601789405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3025742298601789405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/10/breast-team-ever.html' title='The Breast Team Ever'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SspQjdxSW0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/tPo74_f6Ie0/s72-c/Breast+Team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-1857634489371658122</id><published>2009-09-29T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:41:34.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Jon</title><content type='html'>It was only a matter of time... TLC has &lt;a href="http://ow.ly/rEaG"&gt;officially decided&lt;/a&gt; that Jon Gosselin is no longer a model father figure and will no longer be a part of &lt;em&gt;Jon and Kate Plus 8.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386945230841602770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SsJGJWzMYtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dI3Cy5MB6Cw/s320/Jon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Whaaaat? Well, alright then, if they think that's the best move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon will be okay. I hear hosting Las Vegas pool parties can be a pretty lucrative gig! Lindsay Lohan has been doing it for years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS- &lt;em&gt;Kate Plus 8&lt;/em&gt; will premiere on TLC November 2nd. Will you be watching?&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/5630070743056244275-1857634489371658122?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/1857634489371658122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=1857634489371658122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/1857634489371658122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/1857634489371658122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-long-jon.html' title='So Long Jon'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SsJGJWzMYtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dI3Cy5MB6Cw/s72-c/Jon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-5481380877672343903</id><published>2009-09-28T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:01:23.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-Bombs Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rG9y_VmcME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rG9y_VmcME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So SNL newcomer Jenny Slate had a pretty crummy first day on the job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't blame her for ditching out on the afterparty. If I were in her shoes, I'd be curled up with a bottle of wine at home with a massive plate of chicken wings, bawling my eyes out. And the inevitable meeting with Lorne Michaels Monday morning, would only be salt in the wound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, you know, there are three things to consider here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) It was her first night performing on a &lt;em&gt;legendary&lt;/em&gt; program, I'd be shakin' in my boots a little too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) I don't think it helped that on her &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; night, they let her lead a scene with about a hundred uses of the word "frickin'... Talk about loading the gun and handing it to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) She covered up pretty damn well! If you watch the rest of the bit, she doesn't flinch, not even once... although her shocked expression after dropping the bomb was pretty hysterical. Mad respect Jenny, mad respect. You carried on like a pro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, I remember my first day of first grade. I just moved to Alberta and was a little confused as to what I was supposed to be doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the other kids did math.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made spirographs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386733310978734354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SsGFZ_ymuRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_mdG5YjwFf8/s320/Spiro.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher wasn't happy... she was my Lorne Michaels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll get through it Jenny! I did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-5481380877672343903?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/5481380877672343903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=5481380877672343903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5481380877672343903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5481380877672343903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/09/f-bombs-away.html' title='F-Bombs Away!'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SsGFZ_ymuRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_mdG5YjwFf8/s72-c/Spiro.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-167967160750824156</id><published>2009-09-15T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:33:13.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye Pulls a Swift One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Sq-rBjYw_EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n54fDPnLNpY/s1600-h/KanyeTaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381708122898365506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Sq-rBjYw_EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n54fDPnLNpY/s400/KanyeTaylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shocker at the VMA's on Sunday, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye west stole the mic and the show when he interrupted sweet little Swift's first ever VMA acceptance speech, and proclaimed that Beyoncé's &lt;em&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/em&gt; video deserved to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later in the show, Beyoncé stepped up with a classy move after winning video of the year, and let Taylor return to the stage to finish her acceptance speech and "have her moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beyoncé: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kanye: -50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not surprisingly, it didn't take long for the rumors to fly... Kanye appeared on the premiere of Jay Leno's new primetime show the &lt;em&gt;very next day&lt;/em&gt;, and that got folks wondering if it was all just a stunt to draw audiences to Leno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't think it was... I think Kanye's ego is just that gregarious... MTV is owned by Viacom, which is owned by CBS... Jay Leno is on NBC... So I ask: why in the world would they pull a stunt to plug a show on a competing network?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nah, Kanye is just Kanye... But of course Leno had to bring up the elephant in the room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nJdhy1wjis&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nJdhy1wjis&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay... maybe not his best apology... but when Jay asked Kanye what he thinks his departed mother would say, you can tell he was a little ashamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leno shamed Kanye!?... the chin is mightier than the hair! (BTW, whattup with the doo Kanye?... I kinda like it...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, Taylor Swift was on The View and told the ladies (which included guest co-host Kate Gosselin) that she hasn't heard from Kanye at all! No apology. Nothin.... well that lasted about 45 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before the show even finished, Kanye called the producers of the show, asked to speak to Taylor, and finally told her that he's sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjcof6ifEpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjcof6ifEpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Full House&lt;/em&gt; writers couldn't have plotted it out better themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what did we learn from all of this? Kanye's a jerk? Taylor Swift is the golden child of pop music? Beyoncé really isn't a diva afterall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nope... we learned this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381792753877844594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Sq_3_uWpAnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3WHn7oiAjME/s400/KateHair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something CAN be done about Kate Gosselin's porcupine reverse-mullet weave!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There... don't we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; feel better now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-167967160750824156?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/167967160750824156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=167967160750824156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/167967160750824156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/167967160750824156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-pulls-swift-one.html' title='Kanye Pulls a Swift One'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Sq-rBjYw_EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n54fDPnLNpY/s72-c/KanyeTaylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-2993898350189394026</id><published>2009-09-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:46:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop it Like it's Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you afraid of heights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379159128701211602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SqacukCJE9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/BTWtMFRPXyE/s400/Drop+Zone.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm afraid of tight spaces, car crashes, and papercuts in between my fingers... but heights I can do! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this Thursday I'm doin' 30 stories worth! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.thedropzone.ca/"&gt;Easter Seals Drop Zone&lt;/a&gt; is an annual event that sends Canadians from coast to coast down the side of a skyscraper... Not to be confused with recession-hit investors leaping from their offices on Bay Street... we get ropes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, we're doing this because we're just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; crazy, but we're also supporting the amazing cause, &lt;a href="http://www.easterseals.ab.ca/index.php"&gt;Easter Seals Alberta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a nutshell, Easter Seals helps kids, adults and seniors living with disabilities. Whether it's your aunt Greta who needs a new electric scooter, or your little sister Sally who just wants to go to summer camp, Easter Seals makes it possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Thursday, Sun Life Plaza downtown Calgary, check it out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedropzone.ca/"&gt;www.thedropzone.ca&lt;/a&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/5630070743056244275-2993898350189394026?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/2993898350189394026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=2993898350189394026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/2993898350189394026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/2993898350189394026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/09/drop-it-like-its-hot.html' title='Drop it Like it&apos;s Hot'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SqacukCJE9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/BTWtMFRPXyE/s72-c/Drop+Zone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-1979953869130332766</id><published>2009-08-18T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:18:03.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Gas</title><content type='html'>It only happened once in my life... until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371476533687325362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SotRcrXHkrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QrCBzY95axk/s400/Jerry+Can.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of gas. I pushed that little orange light on my dash to its limit, and my trusty black Focus to its last sputtering second.&lt;br /&gt;All of this, of course, happened on a busy road on a busy afternoon in a relatively busy part of town. It didn't take long for the line of cars behind me to grow... it also didn't take long for their occupants to get increasingly annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, none of this came as a complete surprise. I have a habit of riding that orange light so much that I'm kind've surprised it hasn't burnt out by now.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my trick.&lt;br /&gt;I know once that light flashes on, I have approximately 60 to 70 kilometers of driving time before I'm dead in the water. So at the moment it activates, I reset that trip meter, and proceed on my way with a smug confidence that I'll ride those fumes all the way to my next fill-up, and probably save a buck or two in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, that smug confidence, and that little orange light, finally came back to bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a block and half away from a gas station, the fumes ran out. In fact, I was on my way &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; the gas station knowing that I was pushing my luck and only had so many more molecules of petroleum to carry me to the pump. The trip meter was at 79km. Well beyond my well-calculated* (*loosely guesstimated) remaining drive time. But when the light turned green, and the ironic tow-truck ahead of me moved through the intersection, I shifted gears and hit the pedal... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was. The ass of the asphalt. The loser of the lane. The squire of the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...In the fast lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all of three seconds for the traffic behind me to clog up and for the frustrated drivers to pass by with a select digit held against the window.&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrassed for a moment, then a little peeved off at the whole situation, and then I took a breath, sat back, and accepted it. It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; my fault to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the jerry can in my trunk, and just as I was about to brave the passing cars to get it, something pretty damn cool happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young guy in a rusty car with Saskatchewan plates pulled up, chuckled at my misfortune, and recognized the problem right away.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to play dumb by saying my gauge was broken... he saw right through it, but empathized with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;As I found out, he had been there. Many times. And he didn't hesitate to offer to go to the gas station, fill his own jerry can, and bring me a couple litres of salvation. Neither did I hesitate to accept, this predicament was just balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took off for the Petro-can as I sat back to wait. When I glanced in the mirror, I noticed that the small cluster of held-up cars behind me had become four blocks of mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long in Calgary... I've seen it. And now I was finally "that guy". The moron in the stalled out car who didn't have the foresight to top up the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, a little embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, a man with sunglasses and a book bag walks across the street and up to my window. He offers to help me get to the side of the road, and before I could even step out to assist, a burly guy in a half-ton behind me hops out of his seat, and the two of them shove my dead fish car to the side, and just as stand up through the sunroof to say thanks, they're off on their way.&lt;br /&gt;Not a minute later, the rusty Saskatchewinite returns with a full can and a smile. Not another minute after that, I was off on my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the guy the last 10 bucks I had in my wallet. He accepted after a bit of insisting, but I felt like it wasn't payment enough. It more than covered the gas, but after being shown such unconditional kindness from three complete strangers, it seemed like a lazy token of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I carried on, I realized that one way or another, that 10 bucks was bringing just a little happiness into this stranger's life, and I in exchange had been plucked right out of that pickle in less than ten minutes without so much as a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me that there are good people out there, everywhere, and it's all to easy to forget them. Maybe it's because we spend too much time dwelling on the people who broke us, that we forget there are people out there who are more than happy to put us back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to the Saskatchewanite. Maybe for a couple things. Now, I'm just looking forward... to &lt;em&gt;paying &lt;/em&gt;it forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still going to ride the orange light. This time I'll max out at 70 for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-1979953869130332766?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/1979953869130332766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=1979953869130332766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/1979953869130332766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/1979953869130332766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-little-gas.html' title='Just a Little Gas'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SotRcrXHkrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QrCBzY95axk/s72-c/Jerry+Can.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-7862574869515096802</id><published>2009-08-05T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:10:59.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Announcement Two-Fold</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I've posted a blog... and that's because it's been a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; busy summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a million and one stories to share from my trip to Newfoundland and Nova Scotia (not to mention plenty of photos) but &lt;em&gt;first...&lt;/em&gt; an important announcement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Erin Wilde!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366541242658642242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SnnI07km2UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pZybiIMaOZ4/s400/Erin+and+Morgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My friend and co-worker, Erin, just gave birth to her third child, cutie-pie Morgan Rae was welcomed to the world on July 29, 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was 9 pounds! Good grief... Erin, you are a &lt;em&gt;strong&lt;/em&gt; woman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the new arrival safe and sound at home, Erin will be taking a maternity leave from Energy 101.5... and that leads me to announcement #2...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have officially taken over the mid-day show!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hittin' the airwaves from 9 to 3 and doing my best to keep Erins loyal audience tuned in and entertained (hope it's working so far!). But no worries if you're a fan of the Freeway and Meg morning show, I'll still be a part of that crazy crew too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's an exciting step for both of us, and I'm eager to see what else will come to pass in the months ahead. Erin, we miss you, but thanks to you and baby M for giving me this opportunity. Be well and enjoy that well-deserved glass of wine! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUCH LOVE ALL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-7862574869515096802?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/7862574869515096802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=7862574869515096802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/7862574869515096802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/7862574869515096802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/08/announcement-two-fold.html' title='An Announcement Two-Fold'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SnnI07km2UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pZybiIMaOZ4/s72-c/Erin+and+Morgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3915802057536914303</id><published>2009-05-21T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:12:17.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympic Toke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does this look like to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/ShWwj4Q5G9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/L8HU9D-TmyE/s1600-h/Torch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338367063762738130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/ShWwj4Q5G9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/L8HU9D-TmyE/s400/Torch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why, it's the official torch for the 2010 Olympic Winter Games in Vancouver... it also looks a lot like something &lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt; Vancouver is famous for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but chuckle... but that's to be expected (!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I wonder if Ross Rebagliati will be competing this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372435268938226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/ShW1cirxKfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/r7oAZG-5svc/s400/Torch+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Say whaaaaa!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-3915802057536914303?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3915802057536914303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3915802057536914303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3915802057536914303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3915802057536914303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/05/olympic-toke.html' title='The Olympic Toke'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/ShWwj4Q5G9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/L8HU9D-TmyE/s72-c/Torch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-8191073611796360672</id><published>2009-05-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:12:18.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing you've heard about this whole Miss California debaucle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, here's what went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;During the 2009 Miss USA pageant, Prejean was asked by pageant judge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Perez Hilton" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perez_Hilton"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; whether she believed every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="U.S. state" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._state"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;U.S. state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Same-sex marriage legislation in the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Same-sex_marriage_legislation_in_the_United_States"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;legalize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; same-sex marriage. She responded, "Well I think it's great that Americans are able to choose one way or the other. We live in a land where you can choose same-sex marriage or opposite marriage. You know what, in my country, in my family, I do believe that marriage should be between a man and a woman, no offense to anybody out there. But that’s how I was raised and I believe that it should be between a man and a woman." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- source: Wikipedia - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carrie_Prejean"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carrie_Prejean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Prejean found herself right in the middle of a cultural war with that statement, and many supporters of gay marriage think she should have been &lt;em&gt;decrowned &lt;/em&gt;for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree... wait, wait, wait, hear me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree that she should be decrowned for &lt;em&gt;the statement&lt;/em&gt;. Sure, it's an outdated way of thinking, but it's still her opinion. She gave an honest answer to an honest question and she shouldn't be penalized for it.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;agree&lt;/em&gt;, however, that Carrie Prejean should be stripped of her title as Miss California USA for &lt;a href="http://news.mylocoworld.com/carrie-prejean-nude-pictures/"&gt;these lovely little snapshots&lt;/a&gt; that have been making the rounds on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions are opinions, but Miss California flat out &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://current.com/items/90024271_miss-california-carrie-prejean-lied-about-semi-nude-photos.htm"&gt;lied&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when she signed up for the job. Any employer would fire her for doing so... except Donald Trump it seems. I guess business ethics can be shoved aside when there's a profit to be made from the publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing has become such a mess, and it's unfortunate that the heart of the matter... the gay marriage debate... is in the center of a mass of skeezy marketing, profiteering, and indifference to the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Olbermann says it best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vwkTAzcToic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vwkTAzcToic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... the times sure are changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come gather round people wherever you roam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And admit that the waters around you have grown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your time to you is worth saving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the times, they are a changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And keep your eyes open, the chance won't come again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And don't speak too soon, the wheel's still in spin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's no telling who that it's naming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the loser will be later to win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the times, they are a changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come senators, congressmen, please head the call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For he that gets hurt will be her that has stalled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The battle outside ragging will soon shake your windows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And rattle your hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the times, they are a changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come mothers and fathers all over this land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And don't criticize what you can't understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your sons and your daughter are beyond your command&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your old role is rapidly aging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the times they are a changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The slow one will later be fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the present now will soon be the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The order is rapidly fading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first one now will later be last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the times, they are a changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Bob Dylan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-8191073611796360672?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/8191073611796360672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=8191073611796360672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/8191073611796360672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/8191073611796360672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/05/times.html' title='The Times'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3830653098918212919</id><published>2009-04-24T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:11:34.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whereberta???</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328375441348994354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIxO6OFpTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dhezeuKdvu0/s400/Alberta+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently the Government of Alberta released its shiny new 25 million dollar promotional campaign, featuring a fresh, re-branded image for the province.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new logo, a new slogan, and many stunning photographs of some pristine, down-home Alberta scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One such photo is the one I've posted above. Two happy children frolicking on the beach of an Alberta lake, eminating the spirit of the future Alberta wants to present to visitors and residents alike...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... too bad that isn't in Alberta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, the photo is actually that of a beach near Northumberland, England... the legendary birthplace of Sir Lancelot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there's &lt;a href="http://www.edmontonjournal.com/Lancelot+wants+beach+back/1525108/story.html"&gt;a story behind the discovery&lt;/a&gt; of the truth behind the picture, and it kinda makes you wonder why the folks who shelled out 25 million taxpayer dollars (during a global recession) didn't read the fine print...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure they have a good reason... the world is a busy place these days. Twitter and what-have-you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Alberta, I think it's one of Canada's most beautiful and dynamic provinces and I'm proud to call it home. So here's a few snapshots I put together that will hopefully help out the new campaign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freedom to &lt;em&gt;create&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spirit to achieve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328375446538083842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIxPNjQ3gI/AAAAAAAAAGw/df8UdOgjV9E/s400/Alberta+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIxPRTJ1hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kcSPp2WTIUQ/s1600-h/Alberta+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328375447544256018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIxPRTJ1hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kcSPp2WTIUQ/s400/Alberta+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIxPM1Fw4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/HxdV103cFTM/s1600-h/Alberta+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328375446344418178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIxPM1Fw4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/HxdV103cFTM/s400/Alberta+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328376084178338770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIx0U8jA9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DCf-5BZTTdY/s400/Alberta+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328375443011800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIxPAaiDTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RCXwaUIEVcI/s400/Alberta+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328376084090976898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIx0Unt-oI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RCzFlmYYLXc/s400/Alberta+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328376086779792994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIx0eoyDmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Um0G7snCROU/s400/Alberta+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328376089802333346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIx0p5aXKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_K1UxlIKYYU/s400/Alberta+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328376088911498034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIx0mlBSzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xoAVW0OLVfQ/s400/Alberta+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377010518761842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIyqP1UIXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/H-qd82CqJGE/s400/Alberta+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377010355361506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIyqPOW1uI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IOaduld5GVY/s400/Alberta+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377813253241730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIzY-QIO4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/h9eVSYnC0yQ/s400/Alberta+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377010992797538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIyqRmVV2I/AAAAAAAAAII/xl5Azy8vsM4/s400/Alberta+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377011227546786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIyqSeTVKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HG2bI0D6EWk/s400/Alberta+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377016678367954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIyqmx4QtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_hEj2k8b0zg/s400/Alberta+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377810423391138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIzYztcI6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fIOGBLSJQXA/s400/Alberta+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377805803613810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIzYif_7nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WeVy_wuUsSs/s400/Alberta+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... who wants a steak?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-3830653098918212919?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3830653098918212919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3830653098918212919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3830653098918212919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3830653098918212919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/04/whereberta.html' title='Whereberta???'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfIxO6OFpTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dhezeuKdvu0/s72-c/Alberta+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-5790828119885576717</id><published>2009-04-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:49:02.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D'Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313945336066010866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Sb7tIPAO7vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cFMMkdrOW6Q/s320/Cash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm terrible with money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are. But it's an issue, well, a lot of people are uncomfortable bringing up. (Right here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can talk eachothers ears off about the recessions, bailouts and bankruptcy, all of which are serious issues today, but they are also not that common for the commonest of folk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IE... forever-renters. (Right here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't own property, I don't buy stock bonds and I probably couldn't properly explain to you what an RRSP is... but I'm still human, and credit cards are just so damn easy to mess around with... Money is money, it is what it is, and that's why it is also something we can learn to manage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we launched &lt;a href="http://www.energy1015.com/Contests/ContestDetails.asp?ContestID=207"&gt;The Money Minute&lt;/a&gt; on Energy 101.5, and with a little (a lot) of help from our friends at &lt;a href="http://www.atb.com/Dev/home/index.asp"&gt;ATB Financial&lt;/a&gt;, we're gonna break down the basics of money management and planning, so that the rest of us (right here) can finally make some &lt;em&gt;cents&lt;/em&gt; of it all (I had to throw that in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crank that radio up on 101.5, and throughout the day you'll hear a quick, one-minute segment with myself and Sonu (a whiz!!!) from ATB Financial, with a couple quick and easy tips on how &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can start to improve your currency chaos! (Ha, did you like that?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new week will feature information on the basics like &lt;em&gt;how to pick the right checking account? What he heck is a credit score? And how to I figure out this new-fangled mortgage?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonu knows her stuff, and she's pretty rad too. So we're gonna have some fun learning a whole lot of useful stuff together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, ATB is helping me dig my way out of my own financial mess, and they've been &lt;em&gt;unbelievably&lt;/em&gt; helpful and caring so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATB will go the distance for you, that I can say with confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check out &lt;strong&gt;The Money Minute&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It might be that lightbulb moment where you can start to help yourself too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, if you miss it or, you know, don't own a radio or something... check it out &lt;a href="http://www.energy1015.com/Contests/ContestDetails.asp?ContestID=207"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and by the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a question you'd like us to answer, send it in! If we read it on the air, then &lt;strong&gt;ATB Financial &lt;/strong&gt;will give you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the dolla-dolla bills yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care folks, hope to hear your questions soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328046195898721314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfEFyTVqJCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HfB_eYZA6v0/s400/Money+Minute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, P.S. Check out Sonu's fancy photo from a Workopolis ad... she's suuuuuch a diva ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328046195624786546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SfEFySUWOnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gqasUSH30gc/s400/Sonu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-5790828119885576717?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/5790828119885576717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=5790828119885576717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5790828119885576717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5790828119885576717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/03/doh.html' title='D&apos;Oh'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Sb7tIPAO7vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cFMMkdrOW6Q/s72-c/Cash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-89606895990869756</id><published>2009-03-25T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:35:47.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letterman's Top 10 Reasons for Getting Hitched</title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha... I'm pretty sure he's serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Poconos offers newlyweds free room with champagne-glass Jacuzzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. If I'm gonna catch Larry King, I'd better get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Still drunk from St. Patty's, dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She needed a green card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. When you're my age and look like I do, if someone says they'll marry you, you do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Don't have to listen to any more crap from that quack Dr. Phil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I finally fit into my dream dress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Free cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Got tired of waiting for Paris Hilton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Figured at the least we'd get a mediocre Top Ten out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317195600716541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Scp5OiX6rhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4YeJNupggX4/s320/Letterman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-89606895990869756?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/89606895990869756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=89606895990869756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/89606895990869756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/89606895990869756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/03/lettermans-top-10-reasons-for-getting.html' title='Letterman&apos;s Top 10 Reasons for Getting Hitched'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/Scp5OiX6rhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4YeJNupggX4/s72-c/Letterman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-8722510174975255574</id><published>2009-02-02T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:34:53.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitterpated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SYefJ14es3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RnmmQU2BwmU/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298378478056289138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SYefJ14es3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RnmmQU2BwmU/s320/twitter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so... Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name is sure funny. And it's even funnier when you hear Lloyd Robertson say &lt;em&gt;"Follow the news with Twitter at CTV dot ca."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Lloyd Robertson knows what Twitter is.&lt;br /&gt;I barely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept I understand. Especially as a seasoned Facebook user. It's basically a site committed to status updates.&lt;br /&gt;(right?)&lt;br /&gt;And instead of friends, you have &lt;em&gt;followers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So you sign up for this site, give yourself a catchy nickname, round up a bunch of followers, and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'll get back to you on that. But so far it sounds like the makings of a cult. All we need are satin robes, a punch bowl, and a bald guy with an Astrovan who promises a better life on the moons of Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm on Twitter now. So... wanna &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Radioian"&gt;follow me?&lt;/a&gt; I'm &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-8722510174975255574?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/8722510174975255574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=8722510174975255574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/8722510174975255574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/8722510174975255574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/02/twitterpated.html' title='Twitterpated'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SYefJ14es3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RnmmQU2BwmU/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-429607425117095364</id><published>2009-01-26T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:51:41.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy-Go-Slumdog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SX5h7Px9YtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0s6T6Z-jbWo/s1600-h/Slumdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295777882310533842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SX5h7Px9YtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0s6T6Z-jbWo/s320/Slumdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2.5 things I'm friggin' in &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=AIzbwV7on6Q"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've heard of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but fall in love along with the masses. It's an amazing movie. Hauntingly alive and desperately human. It resonates with love and passion for damn good filmmaking. Danny Boyle is the man. He won my heart with &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=eunaclr-WgU"&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and never gave it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SX5pEFWn9zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W3FazuT7-q8/s1600-h/Happy+Go+Lucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295785730711746354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SX5pEFWn9zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W3FazuT7-q8/s320/Happy+Go+Lucky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second is &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=tdjb98LOuEw"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy-Go-Lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;It's another Oscar contender rubbing elbows with the Benjamin Buttons and the literate Kate Winslets, but all the big kids are kinda hogging the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't phase the good people behind this movie though. &lt;em&gt;"It's all part of it" &lt;/em&gt;as Poppy would say. She's the adorable and colorful leading lady you see beaming away in the stripes there. She makes me wonder if I need to be a nicer person, but also grabs me by my heels and brings me back down to earth to share a laugh about it. If life is one big roller coaster then people like Poppy are riding in the front car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SX5u8LInppI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IFWwNiw4udo/s1600-h/MIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295792191894431378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SX5u8LInppI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IFWwNiw4udo/s320/MIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final .5 is &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=2225872"&gt;M.I.A.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known folks, by no means is she &lt;em&gt;half&lt;/em&gt; of anything. She's the entire package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's an artist who grew up in Sri Lanka, India and the UK and now she makes incredible music from one of the most genuinely artistic (and badass) souls I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also contributed to the &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=vHUQht1HRmY"&gt;score for &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=vHUQht1HRmY"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;That endeavor banked a nom at the Oscars. It's yours my dear! It &lt;em&gt;has &lt;/em&gt;to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A. aka &lt;em&gt;Missing in Action. &lt;/em&gt;Ugh, so cool. She makes me wanna copy that t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-429607425117095364?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/429607425117095364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=429607425117095364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/429607425117095364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/429607425117095364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-go-slumdog.html' title='Happy-Go-Slumdog'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SX5h7Px9YtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0s6T6Z-jbWo/s72-c/Slumdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-8358818412840089604</id><published>2009-01-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:34:53.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intervention: Follow-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SW4vEcHeehI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_v6i353Nrwc/s1600-h/Intervention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291218365520443922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SW4vEcHeehI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_v6i353Nrwc/s320/Intervention.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My name is Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I-A-N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;used &lt;/em&gt;to have a messy room... but not anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291215688066624642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SW4sol0vbII/AAAAAAAAADo/80GJWRQyeGw/s320/Bedroom+Before" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291216271601098802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SW4tKjqM4DI/AAAAAAAAADw/oWn2KIQ7NG0/s320/Bedroom+After" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit. It felt good to sleep in a clean room with springtime fresh sheets. I just hope I can keep it up! Especially now that &lt;em&gt;all of Calgary &lt;/em&gt;is aware of my old *ahem* habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But check it... the cleaning bug bit hard this week and I was even motivated enough to tackle the post-holiday mess that was left in the living room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how it goes... January hits, and you just can't muster up the energy after weeks of lethargic gluttony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't no thang really, it happens to us all... but the difference is pretty rad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291217669682293266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SW4ub76u6hI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5Ogd5WPPQfo/s320/Living+Room+Before" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... after!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291218001096823586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SW4uvOiHUyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DsVBr3zV_0Y/s320/Living+Room+After" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... it feels good to get clean. Now to tackle that crack addiction... (kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SW4rQjfTpcI/AAAAAAAAADI/FaqvKtwyQ1w/s1600-h/Bedroom+Before"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-8358818412840089604?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/8358818412840089604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=8358818412840089604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/8358818412840089604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/8358818412840089604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/01/intervention-follow-up.html' title='The Intervention: Follow-up'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SW4vEcHeehI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_v6i353Nrwc/s72-c/Intervention.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-5769687057099535115</id><published>2009-01-13T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:21:33.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seacrest Snubbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SWyhh1JChuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6YgezgUC4nc/s1600-h/Brangelinacrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290781264826238690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SWyhh1JChuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6YgezgUC4nc/s320/Brangelinacrest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you see it? Did you seeeeeeeee it!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Golden Globe red carpet on E was freakin' hilarious... and &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=AkPtl8KMpSA"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor &lt;strong&gt;Ryan Seacrest&lt;/strong&gt;. He's the golden prince of Hollywood... but Saint Angelina and her whipping boy are having &lt;em&gt;none of it&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seacrest's powers have no jurisdiction in their realm of the celebrity hierarchy, &lt;strong&gt;Brangelina&lt;/strong&gt; is just that mighty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I feel I should advise &lt;strong&gt;Kate Winslet&lt;/strong&gt; to disappear for a few days until that &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=efz6FtmvhJ8"&gt;"other one" &lt;/a&gt;comment is forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assuming Angelina doesn't hold a grudge anyway... hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-5769687057099535115?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/5769687057099535115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=5769687057099535115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5769687057099535115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5769687057099535115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/01/seacrest-snubbed.html' title='Seacrest Snubbed'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SWyhh1JChuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6YgezgUC4nc/s72-c/Brangelinacrest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-6632374446202558047</id><published>2009-01-12T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:36:22.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SWv-70CsHOI/AAAAAAAAACw/nfHM6BEXu2M/s1600-h/Intervention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290602490812439778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SWv-70CsHOI/AAAAAAAAACw/nfHM6BEXu2M/s320/Intervention.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, How embarassing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, so on Friday's show it came to light that I haven't changed my bed sheets in about, oh, twelve weeks or so (give or take).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gross? Yes, yes, I know. Truthfully, I've just never put that much thought into the matter of bedding. I'm a cocoon sleeper, the sheet spends most of it's time on the floor anyway. And usually when I finally &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; the idea of tossing it into the wash... well... it's bedtime. I'm sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, the truth was out there, and the emails started coming. Then my co-workers started to comment. It was disgusting and hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frank, Meg and Carlos &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to come over to my apartment and check out the scene of the crime in person.&lt;br /&gt;CSI: Sunalta right thurr. This was getting intense. Suddenly my linens were stirring up an awful lot of trouble. Worse yet, the gang decided to come over right after the show! That left me very little time to tuck away any &lt;em&gt;unmentionables.&lt;/em&gt; Less than a minute, in fact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They came in, camera in hand and suited up with masks and gloves (really) to investigate my cozy little sanctuary, and the results were amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, horrifying...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clothes strewn about, a half unpacked suitcase in the corner, pocketchange and paper on the dresser, piles of books on the bedside table, mysterious leaves resting on the carpet, and Christmas leftovers in colorful bags at the foot of the bed... oh, and the sheets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not. Impressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So they pick their jaws off the floor, give their heads a shake and leave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, so it's not like I was completely oblivious to the fact that my sanctuary had devolved into a sty, it was just... you know... never really much of a priority. Until today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As hysterical as the whole saga turned out to be, truthfully, it was a bit of a blow to see someone's honest reaction to a personal space that I, otherwise, felt was just fine the way it was. I still feel someone can live the way they like. Tidy, messy, it's none of my bee's wax anyway really.&lt;br /&gt;But still... I just kinda felt gross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I spent the day cleaning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the sheets are in the dryer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now I feel pretty good. Lesson learned, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A man's home is his castle."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=RY7AZrq_oAE"&gt;Check out the awesome video Carlos made!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=RY7AZrq_oAE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-6632374446202558047?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/6632374446202558047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=6632374446202558047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/6632374446202558047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/6632374446202558047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2009/01/intervention.html' title='The Intervention'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SWv-70CsHOI/AAAAAAAAACw/nfHM6BEXu2M/s72-c/Intervention.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-8708798672416916366</id><published>2008-12-08T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:27:17.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/ST26L9U-fmI/AAAAAAAAACo/a-IzQefbIW8/s1600-h/Sock+Hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277579052951961186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/ST26L9U-fmI/AAAAAAAAACo/a-IzQefbIW8/s320/Sock+Hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, for one, enjoy the hole in my sock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It allows my heel to get some air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Unless I'm wearing shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-8708798672416916366?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/8708798672416916366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=8708798672416916366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/8708798672416916366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/8708798672416916366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/12/holes.html' title='Holes'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/ST26L9U-fmI/AAAAAAAAACo/a-IzQefbIW8/s72-c/Sock+Hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-2253010965436811054</id><published>2008-11-12T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:00:58.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I H8. You H8. Coulda had a V8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SRumKovUJKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4hjXjmF0EXc/s1600-h/Prop8+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267986890804700322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SRumKovUJKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4hjXjmF0EXc/s320/Prop8+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pros and cons of democracy, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me... "eh"... big ol' canuck over here! And thank goodness for that! I'm damn happy to live in a country that - compared to some others - is quite progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex, race, and religion just don't seem to come into play during our electoral showdowns... sweater-vests appear to make more headlines than what church our candidates attend. Whom our candidates share a bed with, however, has potential to sell some papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Harper were gay? That would be news... but would it be an &lt;em&gt;issue?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if it &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; an issue, would that not imply that there is something inherently &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; with the fact that hypothetical Harper is gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hope that we're well enough into the 21st century to collectively realize that homosexuality isn't wrong, and it isn't wrong because it isn't a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Being gay is as natural as the color of our skin. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in the afterglow of a crowning moment for civil rights, there's still a shadow, a space to be filled, progress to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have marched before... they've protested before, they've shouted and cried and fought and died before... but when the time is now, and the message echoing in the streets, it's a good time to stop and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back to the sweater-vest... what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; up with that anyway? Not exactly "Mr. tough guy" in the world leader's club, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-2253010965436811054?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/2253010965436811054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=2253010965436811054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/2253010965436811054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/2253010965436811054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-h8-you-h8-coulda-had-v8.html' title='I H8. You H8. Coulda had a V8.'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SRumKovUJKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4hjXjmF0EXc/s72-c/Prop8+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-7580674762713683722</id><published>2008-11-04T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:08:48.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obamalama Ding Dong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SRDOLxWK62I/AAAAAAAAACA/0Ot08HaAqBI/s1600-h/ObamaMccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264934666016320354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SRDOLxWK62I/AAAAAAAAACA/0Ot08HaAqBI/s320/ObamaMccain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is a big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... McDonald's is giving away free coffee from 5am until 10am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and then there's this wee little election happening south of the border. It's a doozie, and it's already being called the &lt;em&gt;most historical&lt;/em&gt; in many of our lifetimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True dat... look at the past 8 years, look at the candidates, look at the state of the world... there's a lot riding on whatever our yankee friends decide to mark down on their ballots and we canucks are up here waiting with baited breath to see who comes out on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind've a shame we weren't as enthusiastic a few weeks ago... but maybe that's because putting only one X into one circle isn't as stimulating as double-sided paperwork. Phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, today is one for the textbooks of tomorrow, and it's pretty cool to see it all unfold... although CNN tends to give me a headache on the lightest of news days... thank goodness for Jon Stewart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all leads me to wonder, though...&lt;br /&gt;Change is coming, that's a given... but what kind of change will we actually see? How is it going to affect the rest of us without a US passport? And will it be enough to make a real difference in our modern global village?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David stands tall in the shadow of the giant... here's hoping he'll have a big enough pebble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Sure wouldn't mind having one of those free McD's coffees dropped off to the studio in the morning... just sayin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-7580674762713683722?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/7580674762713683722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=7580674762713683722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/7580674762713683722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/7580674762713683722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/11/obamalama-ding-dong.html' title='Obamalama Ding Dong'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SRDOLxWK62I/AAAAAAAAACA/0Ot08HaAqBI/s72-c/ObamaMccain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3941479750490288622</id><published>2008-10-12T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:11:37.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256364337246657490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SPJbg-ueW9I/AAAAAAAAABY/uDc_Tvt9ZUk/s320/Turkey+Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's centered around a simple concept for one... be thankful. But also, it's a holiday that is &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; about coming together, enjoying the company and eating your face off with an amazing meal fit for royalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and there's pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And football if that's your thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For me, it's about family. And this time of year reminds me of how grateful I am to have a pretty damn good one. I'm sure yours is wonderful as well, but I wouldn't dream of trading in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So eat up, drink up, and do up a list of the little things that make every day worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A good job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad's pumpkin pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Music on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Automatic carwashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Red wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Good weather for a long drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Clean socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sleeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friendly people in the service industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being Canadian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Clear sunsets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Drunken family gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Text messaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hot showers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheez Whiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hometowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Off color jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheers all, and much love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Americans are strange birds..." - Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-3941479750490288622?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3941479750490288622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3941479750490288622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3941479750490288622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3941479750490288622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/10/gobble-gobble-yo.html' title='Gobble Gobble Yo'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SPJbg-ueW9I/AAAAAAAAABY/uDc_Tvt9ZUk/s72-c/Turkey+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3214047984628680089</id><published>2008-09-27T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:07:48.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Logo</title><content type='html'>So I'm watching &lt;em&gt;The Hills&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm watching &lt;em&gt;The Hills&lt;/em&gt;, and I can't help but notice something gawdy and enormous that wasn't Brody Jenner's ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250819566822168450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SN6ok3QbF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/CdiCGC3Wduo/s320/Big+Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Network logos I get. Promotional graphics I get... but isn't this just a smidgen over the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so... big. And it stayed up for the entire episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Paris I suppose. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else wanna apply to be on her show with me? No really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-3214047984628680089?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3214047984628680089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3214047984628680089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3214047984628680089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3214047984628680089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/09/attack-of-logo.html' title='Attack of the Logo'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SN6ok3QbF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/CdiCGC3Wduo/s72-c/Big+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-5962301309662909663</id><published>2008-09-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:17:16.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpectedly Awesome Things</title><content type='html'>Episode 01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location, Location, Location&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SNgCV4rXGrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EVtNhUqWxkQ/s1600-h/Phil+Kirstie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SNgFDrolL4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/MAvBCnWDx94/s1600-h/QE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248950926510993282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="267" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SNgFDrolL4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/MAvBCnWDx94/s320/QE.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The British are very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they always have been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other nation in the world has a monarch who can pull off a flashy set of duds like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton John, Jamie Oliver, Princess Di, hell, even Amy Winehouse... they've got a bit of magic in them that makes whatever project they undertake particularly unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I'm generalizing here... but just think about how many American television shows are big budget remakes of the original gold from accross the pond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*Ricky Gervais*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one I'm just &lt;em&gt;waiting&lt;/em&gt; to see hit the TLC airwaves one of these seasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the delightfully and unexpectedly awesome thing of the moment courtesy of Channel 4 in Britain... &lt;em&gt;Location, Location, Location!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SNgIDunzRMI/AAAAAAAAABA/1ZYpJY4Njyw/s1600-h/Phil+Kirstie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248954225847911618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SNgIDunzRMI/AAAAAAAAABA/1ZYpJY4Njyw/s320/Phil+Kirstie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phil Spencer and Kirstie Allsopp are superhuman real estate agents who scour every rolling hill of the English country side in search of charming properties that fit their subject buyer to a tee.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and they're damn good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn good that someone went and gave them a TV Show! And the TV show is so damn good that every afternoon at 2 I find myself curled up on the couch with a cup of tea and fighting off my nappy time impulses just so I can see if the buyer went with the character bungalow in Essex, or the 5 bedroom barn conversion in Yorkshire.&lt;br /&gt;It's rivetting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is, it's tough to pinpoint just what makes &lt;em&gt;Location, Location, Location&lt;/em&gt; so much more awesome than most other house &amp;amp; home programs I've seen. But if location, location, location is the golden rule of real estate, then personality, personality, personality &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;be the golden rule of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it's personality combined with that quaint British charm that we North Americans could only dream of posessing... unless you're Madonna, in which case you can just get hitched, move to London and start reshaping the pronounciation of your vowels. Keep living that dream honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if jetsetting, 'R' slurring, matrimony isn't your bag, here's a few tips I've picked up from Phil and Kirstie to help make living day to day like a Brit as easy as toasting a crumpet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- When beginning and ending a conversation on your mobile, always use a cheery tone to put a smile on the callers face... regardless if it's good news or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Refer to your cell phone as a mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Understand that country living is &lt;em&gt;21st century&lt;/em&gt; living in the UK... except that only a third of the country is hooked up to broadband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- When discussing hard knock topics like finances, always move the conversation to nearest local pub, and down half a pint before the first mention of a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Say "Okie Doke" a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- It's not a dollar, it's a pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Crash pads in the city are not only an acceptable practice, but a common one... be sure your partner isn't the cheating type, however... that could get messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- A holiday property in the French riviera is more than feasible with a two-income household in the greater London area... What the French authorities have to say about that is up for debate, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- It rains a lot, but it keeps the garden green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Always take a moment to break the fourth wall, and reflect on your thoughts during a quick chat with the audience... whether there is an audience or not... or even a camera for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, well it's time for that tea now... HGTV is calling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Phil and Kirstie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever a fan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-5962301309662909663?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/5962301309662909663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=5962301309662909663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5962301309662909663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5962301309662909663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/09/unexpectedly-awesome-things.html' title='Unexpectedly Awesome Things'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SNgFDrolL4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/MAvBCnWDx94/s72-c/QE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-4538095135082229194</id><published>2008-09-22T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:24:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Expectations...</title><content type='html'>This week we &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; launched it... The secret that I've been biting my tongue about all summer... 2 Strangers and a Wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ramble on with the details here, but if you want to know them then our website comes in real handy. &lt;a href="http://www.energy1015.com/"&gt;http://www.energy1015.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up... Two complete strangers will be matched with the help of a panel of experts, and will finally meet face to face on their wedding day October 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say whaaaaaat!? Yeah, I know. We've heard it all this week from just about everyone with an opinion and it's been pretty fascinating to hear what folks have to say. The word "sacrilegious" has been tossed around a lot though... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or hate it, loads of people are all of a sudden talking about love. Love and all it's ups and downs, whether they've found it, are looking for it, believe in it or condemn it... Love is the universal connection between all living things and everyone has a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing though... The difference between those with a positive and a negative outlook on the entire concept of love, I find, is expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement is sooo going to be argued, but hear me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ALL have expectations from a partner, but it's a matter of attachment to these expectations. If there's specific qualities you're looking for in a person, and it's the kind of stuff you absolutely neeeed in another, great! Make your list, put it out there to the powers that be and let things happen. Those are healthy expectations. They're the kind you deserve to have met, and the kind that will be met if you stick to your guns and have a little faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another kind of expectation... The kind that we allow to cloud our minds and take away focus from reality.&lt;br /&gt;They're the expectations that we assume the other person is completely in tune with and will thus never disappoint. He WILL call you every time you get a spare 5 minutes at lunch. She WILL ditch her girlfriends to come over and play Xbox... Oh and she'll bring pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but wait... Your five minutes go by without so much as a text message, and you feel forgotten. She goes dancing with the girls and you feel unappreciated. Who wouldn't really!? But it's so important to take a second here and really think about why we feel that way, and how much easier it can be if we detach ourselves from such expectations and realize something very important and often forgotten... We're not mind readers. If we were, then no one would ever be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill out and communicate. You'll see how things can be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an amazing, powerful thing. So what a shame it is to let it dissolve because we can't take a step back into reality and see things from a different point of view. After all, for every unspoken expectation we have from another, it's more than likely that they have a few from us as well. We're only human after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and be loved. What a concept... What a journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for these two strangers, theirs is only about to begin. So whether you're a yay or a nay, why not stick around and see what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be some magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and much love all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The highest thought is always that which contains joy. The clearest words are those words which contain truth. The grandest feeling is that which you call love." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-4538095135082229194?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/4538095135082229194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=4538095135082229194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4538095135082229194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4538095135082229194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-talk-about-expectations.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Expectations...'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-3048645395216562205</id><published>2008-09-05T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:18:57.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SMGUJesHZzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5W-hZNsAGMU/s1600-h/FALL"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242634331813799730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SMGUJesHZzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5W-hZNsAGMU/s320/FALL" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-3048645395216562205?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/3048645395216562205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=3048645395216562205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3048645395216562205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/3048645395216562205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Coming...'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SMGUJesHZzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5W-hZNsAGMU/s72-c/FALL' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-5038479405838512689</id><published>2008-09-01T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:09:40.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOF: End Game</title><content type='html'>Helloooo friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a couple weeks since I've updated the soldiers of fitness situation, and that's probably for the best. Week three was rough, and I doubt I would have been able to write anything too positive, not sincerely anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I was off of work that week for some "holidays", but it was time off used to sort out mountains of clutter in my life (literally, I moved this week and packrats aren't easily relocated). It was time for a purge, physically and emotionally. As I was sorting through the mounds of rubbish I've accumulated over the years, I realized how much this stuff represents some of the emotional junk I was holding on to as well. What you think about, comes about, and my mind had become a dumping ground of past experiences in days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;Not good, not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was sending myself to hell and back every night to do something good for my body, and all of a sudden my mental health enters into the picture, and I'm telling you, it needs just as much work as my bod.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, clutter can be tossed away. Even better, it can be given away. Junk is treasure and there's some people out there who need a chance to strike it rich with some goodwill. Done and done and still more to do, but progress is progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was the final one for soldiers of fitness, and you know... It was actually pretty amazing. Last night we pushed a truck up a steep hill and at the top I received my certificate of completion of basic training. I did it, I survived, I am a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, what a month! How did it go by so fast? How did I make it through day after day without cracking? Maybe I DID, but maybe that just released a bit of pressure from my life. Now I have a new home in a new neighborhood with a new found appreciation for what my body can do. Now it's time for my mind to use this clean slate to start writing the new book of my life (Ian, volume 2, remember?). There's a whole lot of adventure coming up. A lot of love, a lot of tears, a lot of work, a lot of play, a lot of everthing that makes living so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first... I need to unpack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I need to thank a few people who have been very helpful and wicked-cool lately. People enter our lives for a reason, and just having these folks around has been helpful for a number of them. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia Kindleman&lt;br /&gt;Matt Fournel&lt;br /&gt;Chris Cann&lt;br /&gt;Jenn Zeibel&lt;br /&gt;Dan Hasegawa&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Kubitza&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the squad from SOF&lt;br /&gt;Instructor Quian&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Bonita&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love all&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is ok in the end, and if it's not ok, it's not the end!"&lt;br /&gt;-true life - MTV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-5038479405838512689?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/5038479405838512689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=5038479405838512689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5038479405838512689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/5038479405838512689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sof-end-game.html' title='SOF: End Game'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-4854803954124811040</id><published>2008-09-01T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:55:22.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldiers of Fitness: Week 2</title><content type='html'>Hey guys and dolls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks into bootcamp now, and it's safe to say that a career in the armed forces isn't looming anywhere in my near future... By the way, if there's a draft anytime soon, I'm emmigrating to Polynesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I vented... Time for some positivity.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been no less challenging in terms of the ass kicking, but I'm quite impressed with how much kicking my ass can handle, especially when you come to accept your strengths and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;Point in case: I suck at pushups... But I am a running champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our missions this week was to complete an 8km course that included a few pitstops for fun things like, well, pushups. Thankfully though, four runners were selected to push ahead to the end of the course, so that we can turn back and help out anyone struggling to finish (no one gets left behind in soldiers of fitness). I was stoked when I was picked as one of the runners! In my imagination, it was like being picked for a special OPs mission in a real combat situation. I was putting my skills to the test, and the rest of the squadron was counting on me to get it done. TALK about motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are at the end of week two, and how do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I'm looking forward to the next couple of weeks, but truthfully, I'm not... And that's OK! It's hard, it's hot, it's dirty and it's sweaty... Who looks forward to that? Really??What I am looking forward to is the sense of accomplishment and a better understanding of self because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said last week that this is the start of the person I've always wanted to be, a better person than who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was slightly mistaken with my phrasing... Who I am today versus who I will be tomorrow isn't a matter of better or worse. In fact, there's no such thing. But an experience itself is enough to serve as a reminder that I can and WILL accomplish anything I set out to do. Be it bootcamp or otherwise, life is opportunity, and all I can ever be is more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to finish this, and I'm going to be proud to say that I did it. It will add to my character and it will make me realize that I'm stronger than I give myself credit for. After soldiers though... Who knows? I thought about driving a school bus... We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all.&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-4854803954124811040?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/4854803954124811040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=4854803954124811040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4854803954124811040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/4854803954124811040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/09/soldiers-of-fitness-week-2.html' title='Soldiers of Fitness: Week 2'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630070743056244275.post-7814881811168459469</id><published>2008-09-01T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:41:53.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Blog: Soldiers of Fitness</title><content type='html'>Hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane. I have to be.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the type of person that loves a unique challenge, and those kinds of challenges usually find a way to come at me.&lt;br /&gt;From driving an RV into a hurricane, to singing for charity in Toronto, I've been fortunate enough to experience a ton of things that are all on my bucket list, but the more I do the more that list expands and more challenges enter into my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on I say... As I nurse my stiff lower back. You see, the latest challenge my crazy side has decided to tackle is Soldiers of Fitness. It's bootcamp. An ass kicking and a half that will hopefully make me less of a gangly SOB and shave off a little bit of the beer gut too (yes, it started to sprout).&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it's hard. So hard in fact that I quit after two days. I don't think I was ready for the mental impact it had on me. I was finally facing demons that I've been talking about fighting for years, but those demons fight back... And they fight hard. So I thought about it, and with a few words of encouragement, I got right back up and decided to keep the battle going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week now (one of four) and it's already getting better. Not EASIER, but better. The comraderie you build with your fellow crazy bootcampers is second to none. Imagine fighting your way up a steep hill with a giant metal pole above your head and hearing encouraging words from someone behind you who is struggling just as much or more, and the only thing you know about them is their last name.&lt;br /&gt;That's the human element I've discovered. That's the passion. That's the fuel to elevate your mind over the pain and do it for yourself and for the team. It's amazing what a person can achieve when the pressure is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same, I hurt and it's very much a commitment to see this through until the end. My struggle at first was finding my motivation. I went in for the experience at first (bootcamp is on the bucket list too), but it takes a certain drive that can only come from within to stick with it and finally defeat those demons.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found that motivation now, even if it may not be entirely clear. I've realised that this is the bootcamp before the war; the prologue to not just a new chapter of my life, but a whole new exciting book. This is Ian: volume 2. This is the start of the person I've always wanted to be. Self-assured and confident, strong and enduring, inspired and driven. The side of myself that wants to become better in all ways I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love my beer though.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all, and much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is in the moment you pledge your highest love, you greet your greatest fear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630070743056244275-7814881811168459469?l=ianenergy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/feeds/7814881811168459469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5630070743056244275&amp;postID=7814881811168459469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/7814881811168459469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630070743056244275/posts/default/7814881811168459469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianenergy.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog.html' title='The First Blog: Soldiers of Fitness'/><author><name>Radioian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03673565485079632987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_373Fa8qSBz0/SLv2BIW-BUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G07GB6Py4mo/S220/cartoon+ian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
