tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128520192024-03-07T23:05:11.708-05:00It's like hanging out with me, except you're notThe life of Bobby Carlton: Imagine Hell...now make it hotter.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-14964920392938647012010-10-03T12:31:00.005-04:002010-10-03T12:35:42.107-04:00Follow me over here....I've decided to start littering the internet again. But I'm moving shop to the good people at Tumblr. Join me and together we can rule the galaxy......<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="http://bcarlton.tumblr.com/">http://bcarlton.tumblr.com</a></span></b></span></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-33989160123801495122010-06-09T20:58:00.004-04:002010-06-09T21:02:55.907-04:00Netflix<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/TBA43fxHQrI/AAAAAAAACoU/6JwgsxX13pU/s1600/harry+potter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/TBA43fxHQrI/AAAAAAAACoU/6JwgsxX13pU/s400/harry+potter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480943272581350066" /></a>I've had this copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in my backpack for 10 months now. Which also happens to be the day I started a Netflix account. Not sure what is more embarrassing. The fact that I'm paying for a service that I'm obviously not using. Or the fact that the first movie I chose for my Netflix account was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-18613952970048638292010-05-15T14:08:00.002-04:002010-05-15T14:29:14.283-04:00Crane Machine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-7mM245ClI/AAAAAAAACn0/giuE8CPpjHA/s1600/IMG_3619.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-7mM245ClI/AAAAAAAACn0/giuE8CPpjHA/s400/IMG_3619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471563705868683858" /></a>I thought this was a little weird. I found these images on the side of a crane machine at the mall the other day. A cute little armless robot and green elephant hanging out with a busty tattooed lady all hanging out together.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-7mMg7UJUI/AAAAAAAACns/ULOfpakh4G0/s1600/IMG_3620.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-7mMg7UJUI/AAAAAAAACns/ULOfpakh4G0/s400/IMG_3620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471563699973268802" /></a>Here she is with a bunch of other cute things piled into a taxicab. No one is wearing a seatbelt and they are obviously way too many people packed into the car. And where did the green elephant go?</div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-73864905752255650632010-05-07T16:18:00.004-04:002010-05-07T16:23:31.537-04:00Things that happen at work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-R2BEI1_cI/AAAAAAAACnU/QiDAgj-xI9A/s1600/IMG_3505.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-R2BEI1_cI/AAAAAAAACnU/QiDAgj-xI9A/s400/IMG_3505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468625608197406146" /></a><div style="text-align: left; ">I got a new phone for my desk recently. Prank phone calls are about to hit a whole new level.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-R10DnDueI/AAAAAAAACnE/njzfG6XYUac/s1600/IMG_0403.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-R10DnDueI/AAAAAAAACnE/njzfG6XYUac/s400/IMG_0403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468625384717400546" /></a>You see what I see? </div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S-R2BfOf-jI/AAAAAAAACnc/ZGTrrx5udDM/s400/IMG_3567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468625615468886578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div>Finally. Respect!!!</div></div></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-33982557711355144222010-04-20T16:25:00.007-04:002010-04-20T17:28:29.067-04:00I'm bored with directors<div style="text-align: left;">You know in movies when you see a board meeting and they are all sitting around a big fancy table with water pitchers down the middle. Everyone has a big cushy leather chair along with a special top secret binder with top secret information at each seat. And the person sitting at the end of the table has a large TV monitor behind them? I thought this shit only happens in movies. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Somehow I was elected into the Board of Directors for the <a href="http://www.csanys.org/board_new.asp">College Stores Association of New York (CSANY)</a>. I know. I'm just as surprised as most of you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are photos from my first board meeting. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S84OUmNMIcI/AAAAAAAACmk/nFs1TmgDO4w/s1600/IMG_3449.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S84OUmNMIcI/AAAAAAAACmk/nFs1TmgDO4w/s400/IMG_3449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462319145063031234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S84OUQpFPmI/AAAAAAAACmc/1PLkkbXROUo/s1600/IMG_3450.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S84OUQpFPmI/AAAAAAAACmc/1PLkkbXROUo/s400/IMG_3450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462319139274440290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S84OPE-QEiI/AAAAAAAACmU/m3G4JlkDrew/s1600/IMG_3451.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S84OPE-QEiI/AAAAAAAACmU/m3G4JlkDrew/s400/IMG_3451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462319050242658850" /></a><br /><div>The following joke didn't go over so well at my first meeting....<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S84bu-1PewI/AAAAAAAACm0/uT-XdJearfs/s400/Bored+with+directors.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462333892001233666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div>Apparently you need to be serious when you direct boards.</div></div></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-84275855599663294362010-04-17T14:59:00.001-04:002010-04-17T15:00:53.248-04:00Shit you'll find on my desk at work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S8oFCmDaRXI/AAAAAAAACmM/XVRpMLXi-F0/s1600/transformer.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S8oFCmDaRXI/AAAAAAAACmM/XVRpMLXi-F0/s400/transformer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461183040272876914" border="0" /></a>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-12213424271341737302010-04-08T20:23:00.003-04:002010-04-08T20:30:43.938-04:00End of a 3 week dynasty<div>Spent almost 4 weeks growing a "beard". Unfortunately genetics prevents me from growing much facial hair. I got this far and couldn't take it anymore. Time to shave.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S750RWjsmMI/AAAAAAAACmA/TaIuP8_SPM0/s1600/before.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S750RWjsmMI/AAAAAAAACmA/TaIuP8_SPM0/s400/before.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457927639881521346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Revolution!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S750QweFxOI/AAAAAAAACl4/JJse7o0ptc4/s1600/conquer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S750QweFxOI/AAAAAAAACl4/JJse7o0ptc4/s400/conquer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457927629657457890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Time to conquer!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S750QTbhx_I/AAAAAAAAClw/_3CRw-8ncxc/s1600/after.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S750QTbhx_I/AAAAAAAAClw/_3CRw-8ncxc/s400/after.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457927621862082546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Harmony.</div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-80596705644269604092010-04-08T20:15:00.004-04:002010-04-08T20:23:41.013-04:00Eat me. I'm a big deal in Chicago<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S75xvTqnI4I/AAAAAAAAClo/RFWaEks_Sww/s1600/the+BC.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S75xvTqnI4I/AAAAAAAAClo/RFWaEks_Sww/s400/the+BC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457924855966409602" /></a>My friends own a coffee shop called <a href="http://kitchensinkcafe.blogspot.com/">The Kitchen Sink</a> located in the Edgewater neighborhood of Chicago. Today I found out they named a sandwich after me. Though I wasn't consulted on the sandwich, I happen to like all of those ingredients. They even drew a little picture of me on the sign. And if you knew me you'd know that I'm always wearing some sort of windbreaker. Nicely done Jeff and Ally.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-33688925918602148812010-04-01T20:36:00.004-04:002010-04-01T20:45:02.342-04:00What's behind door number 1?<div>Went to use the bathroom and saw this note hanging on the door. </div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S7U8OXxSOJI/AAAAAAAAClg/lK_kDaWTTTA/s1600/IMG_3378.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S7U8OXxSOJI/AAAAAAAAClg/lK_kDaWTTTA/s400/IMG_3378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455332741225789586" /></a>My first thought was to avoid whatever nightmare was in there. Then curiosity got the best of me so I opened the door and saw this....<div> <div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S7U8OIyOWHI/AAAAAAAAClY/gYVGhBJPn30/s1600/IMG_3379.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S7U8OIyOWHI/AAAAAAAAClY/gYVGhBJPn30/s400/IMG_3379.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455332737203198066" /></a>Not to bad. As a matter of fact it looked pretty good compared to most days. </div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps they were talking about this red hot mess that currently resides on my face.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S7U8GQdWkmI/AAAAAAAAClQ/T-RKOidKybw/s1600/IMG_3376.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S7U8GQdWkmI/AAAAAAAAClQ/T-RKOidKybw/s400/IMG_3376.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455332601824186978" /></a><br /></div></div></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-90955889421644970022010-03-19T11:35:00.022-04:002010-03-19T13:28:24.099-04:00Work sends me to Florida<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You'd think going to Orlando Florida on the company dime would be fun. Let me tell you something. It is!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OcelhXCFI/AAAAAAAACgw/q05ayV_McNQ/s400/IMG_3285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450372023330474066" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When we landed it was raining like crazy. Then it got REAL dark out and this is what it looked like about an hour before the tornado hit. Yeah...a tornado. Welcome to Florida!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Od8NtohqI/AAAAAAAACg4/15-w3C9kdjM/s400/IMG_0266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450373631847204514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Me and my colleagues stayed at The Peabody Hotel. Pretty swanky place. Here's a photo I took about 20 minutes before the tornado touched down. Luckily for me I brought a raincoat. As an FYI to all of you...raincoats are useless during tornados.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Once the tornado passed we were able to check into our rooms. The room was pretty nice. I had a nice view of a swamp and the bathrooms were filled with duck shaped soap....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OgsyvTSMI/AAAAAAAAChI/eoWoydbdmXQ/s400/IMG_3287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450376665443289282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">....and the bathroom had a television. I'm assuming the t.v. was so you wouldn't miss a second of your favorite show. You know how it is when you are watching Law and Order. Sometimes you can't miss one second of the story, cause if you do you're fucked. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Oe4U1jNxI/AAAAAAAAChA/VXY-vwyTlWw/s400/IMG_3286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450374664551610130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">And here the whole time I thought having a phone that could surf the web would revolutionize my crap time. Oh how wrong was I. Let me tell you something, having a tv in the bathroom brings crap time to a whole new level. The weird thing was you had to sit backwards on the toilet to watch tv. Which was uncomfortable. Later on I figured out that the tv is for bath time and not crap time. It makes sense to me now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was sent to Florida to attend an event called CAMEX 2010. It was held in this huge convention center that could hold many many huge conventions at the same time. Here's a sample of what I got to learn about...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Oi6GEuTbI/AAAAAAAAChQ/0KhH32jUp-4/s400/IMG_3288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450379092994969010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hey, learning about the challenges and gifts of a postmodern generation is incredibly important. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's important. Trust me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Down the hall from my conference was this....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OjRvxI4EI/AAAAAAAAChY/HETcMueX3Jk/s400/IMG_3292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450379499324104770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was thoroughly impressed at how many people were attending this. And how far people traveled to be there. I met a guy who flew in from California to see Tony Robbins.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Down the hall from Tony Robbins was this thing called Megacon where a lot of people were dressed like this.....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ok-t-RDKI/AAAAAAAAChg/Ubcy6KIG4kc/s400/IMG_0264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450381371448036514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Obviously photos of Megacon would prove to more interesting than Tony Robbins and CAMEX put together. During my breaks between sessions I run down to Megacon and take photos of these amazing costumes.....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmNCs-xhI/AAAAAAAACiQ/DcvwYvax41s/s1600-h/IMG_0265.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmNCs-xhI/AAAAAAAACiQ/DcvwYvax41s/s400/IMG_0265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450382717042476562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">These ladies made these outfits on their own.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmM8LmLZI/AAAAAAAACiI/FVE4uiVJ-io/s1600-h/IMG_0262.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmM8LmLZI/AAAAAAAACiI/FVE4uiVJ-io/s400/IMG_0262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450382715291839890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's Peter Mayhew! The guy who played Chewbacca in Star Wars. He's much older now and uses a cane to get around. His cane was a lightsaber.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmMTbm7GI/AAAAAAAACiA/dXjjkm6-Q4w/s1600-h/IMG_0261.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmMTbm7GI/AAAAAAAACiA/dXjjkm6-Q4w/s400/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450382704353143906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Who you gonna call?!</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmLxozgGI/AAAAAAAACh4/auakfSrjm1g/s1600-h/IMG_0259.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmLxozgGI/AAAAAAAACh4/auakfSrjm1g/s400/IMG_0259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450382695281688674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I begged them to let me sit in it. They said no. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmLXX0GUI/AAAAAAAAChw/a8u92aXHtn0/s1600-h/IMG_0258.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmLXX0GUI/AAAAAAAAChw/a8u92aXHtn0/s400/IMG_0258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450382688231102786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I begged her to put me in a headlock so someone could take my photo. She said no. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ol3AI_jWI/AAAAAAAACho/bhYeuKhCPUw/s1600-h/IMG_0256.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ol3AI_jWI/AAAAAAAACho/bhYeuKhCPUw/s400/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450382338397539682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The guy in the weird bug suit was this 40+ year old dude. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmqFAFAdI/AAAAAAAACio/7aIVTCneMqg/s1600-h/IMG_0283.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmqFAFAdI/AAAAAAAACio/7aIVTCneMqg/s400/IMG_0283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450383215875654098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The guy in the middle wasn't dressed at anything but insisted he be in this photo.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Omp_tXxRI/AAAAAAAACig/s1y7wP5_Jx4/s1600-h/IMG_0282.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Omp_tXxRI/AAAAAAAACig/s1y7wP5_Jx4/s400/IMG_0282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450383214455014674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>He then made me take this photo somewhere around 10 times. Not once did he ask me to send him a copy or wanted to see them. He just wanted me to take the photo a shit load of times. I thought Snake Eyes was gonna kick the dudes ass. Batman stands in the back in total disbelief. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmpnjcHkI/AAAAAAAACiY/bDL1cng8uv8/s1600-h/IMG_0281.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OmpnjcHkI/AAAAAAAACiY/bDL1cng8uv8/s400/IMG_0281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450383207970905666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Beetlejuice was awesome. He looked and sounded like the character. I'm tired of pirates. Fuck Jack Sparrow. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Omq4u_jWI/AAAAAAAACiw/EqZvHLOJCrc/s400/IMG_0285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450383229762637154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">These two were my favorites from the show. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But I wasn't there for Megacon. I was there to learn stuff. Which I did. We had longs days of education so to combat that many of these events throw parties after the sessions end. And there were lots of parties. Lots and lots of parties. My and my colleagues got invited to a luau.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OsP2ZgMII/AAAAAAAACjY/nV8DeZyy-R8/s400/IMG_3308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450389362348929154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Woohoo! Coconut tops!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Or4akpO2I/AAAAAAAACjQ/wu9_8ZC2fdY/s1600-h/IMG_0291.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Or4akpO2I/AAAAAAAACjQ/wu9_8ZC2fdY/s400/IMG_0291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450388959742475106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dolphins would swim up to you. That blip in the water is a dolphin. The woman on the beach was actually making these stupid "dolphin" sounds and was about to tell her that she was nuts. Then all of a sudden this fucking dolphins pops out of nowhere and hung out. </div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Or33g5JpI/AAAAAAAACjI/V6nBVNLwcPI/s400/IMG_0290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450388950331500178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My director said "who got laid?" I said "this guy".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thankfully the weather cleared up after two days of shit weather. I managed to get out with my co-worker and my director to do a little site seeing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot9nllnzI/AAAAAAAACkA/xXTKqMlY7zc/s1600-h/IMG_3300.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot9nllnzI/AAAAAAAACkA/xXTKqMlY7zc/s400/IMG_3300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450391248158695218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Palm trees!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot9OK7oNI/AAAAAAAACj4/c2QlCszXgmQ/s1600-h/IMG_3298.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot9OK7oNI/AAAAAAAACj4/c2QlCszXgmQ/s400/IMG_3298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450391241336004818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The view from my hotel room. Swamp.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot8pymkzI/AAAAAAAACjw/MLw-pEeGaMI/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot8pymkzI/AAAAAAAACjw/MLw-pEeGaMI/s400/IMG_0272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450391231570285362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is me and my co-worker Karen. Neither of us wanted to have our photo taken but our director insisted we sat down next to the fountain so she could take a photo. So this is us posing for the photo under protest. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She's protesting more than me.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OvZhEH0EI/AAAAAAAACkI/1tin4vInuBU/s400/IMG_0271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450392826955681858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my director and Karen. Same fountain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot726lAEI/AAAAAAAACjg/KoedsgVuk-g/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot726lAEI/AAAAAAAACjg/KoedsgVuk-g/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot726lAEI/AAAAAAAACjg/KoedsgVuk-g/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6Ot726lAEI/AAAAAAAACjg/KoedsgVuk-g/s400/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450391217913528386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fancy restaurant down the street from our hotel. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our hotel had this tradition of ducks living in the hotel lobby. So everyday the "Duck Master"..who has one of the coolest jobs around...would march these ducks down from the top floor of the hotel, where the ducks lived to the fountain in the lobby. It's a big tadoo. They roll out this red carpet and the Duck Master gets all these kids to assist him. Tons of people show up for this daily event.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OwwjiZAZI/AAAAAAAACkQ/ZMUuxeBTmEY/s400/IMG_0274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450394322268127634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Duck Master heads off to pick up the ducks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OxBhJAkDI/AAAAAAAACkg/jUibME5y500/s400/IMG_0278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450394613682573362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Here they come!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OxB8Ele_I/AAAAAAAACko/0ntn9poxTTA/s1600-h/IMG_0279.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OxB8Ele_I/AAAAAAAACko/0ntn9poxTTA/s400/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450394620911778802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>There they go!<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OxCHcneRI/AAAAAAAACkw/Uoi4mEnb9Fs/s400/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450394623965362450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">They made it. Safe and sound. Don't feed the ducks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That was pretty much our trip to Florida. As much as I enjoyed Florida, I was pretty happy to go home to see my daughter. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OyENPckKI/AAAAAAAACk4/zw6QmdIOHA4/s1600-h/IMG_3325.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OyENPckKI/AAAAAAAACk4/zw6QmdIOHA4/s400/IMG_3325.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450395759392100514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Karen chose to catch up on Brad and Angelina news. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OyEidmNdI/AAAAAAAAClA/rS-Ba6ue_CU/s1600-h/IMG_3324.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OyEidmNdI/AAAAAAAAClA/rS-Ba6ue_CU/s400/IMG_3324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450395765088597458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I listened to music....</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S6OyE7X3VTI/AAAAAAAAClI/Q-a9QtViqUo/s400/IMG_3323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450395771775440178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">And then prepped myself for any type of emergency situations.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-15956971207386455522010-03-13T10:54:00.005-05:002010-03-13T11:15:54.620-05:00Sorry for the lack of posting<div style="text-align: left;">I've been in Florida for the last couple of days for work. This is how one preps for a trip of this magnitude........</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S5u4_dQKYhI/AAAAAAAACgg/ZUzsbCsiUUQ/s400/IMG_3275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448151574558433810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Check back because I will be posting about all the zaniness that Florida brings.</div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-69282995550269633172010-02-12T17:31:00.005-05:002010-02-12T17:58:14.825-05:00Here's what Thursday February 11 was all about (in a nutshell).<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S3XXHccBuDI/AAAAAAAACew/IXNvGX73cKA/s1600-h/IMG_3130.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S3XXHccBuDI/AAAAAAAACew/IXNvGX73cKA/s400/IMG_3130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437488648012544050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; ">8:20 AM t0 5:00 PM</div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">Went to work. Took photos of my desk, ate a sandwich and decided that I wanted to start referring to nachos as THE Nachos.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center; ">5:00 PM to 7:00 PM </div><div style="text-align: center; ">Had dinner with my daughter. No pictures. Let's just say she's cute as hell.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NvPcphRbec&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NvPcphRbec&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">7:00 to 8:30 PM</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Went to Uncommon Grounds and surfed the web for a little bit. Found this video of Kitty vs Robot. Kitty wins. I have to pee but choose to go later.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S3XXHCAU9MI/AAAAAAAACeo/hA9UdlW1fo8/s1600-h/IMG_3135.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S3XXHCAU9MI/AAAAAAAACeo/hA9UdlW1fo8/s400/IMG_3135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437488640917042370" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; ">9:00 PM to 11:30 PM</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Attended the Haiti benefit concert in the new Arthur Zankel music building at Skidmore College with my a friend of mine. It's very crowded. Concert goes 2 1/2 hours. I wish I pee'd when I had a chance.</div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S3Xa3kG1kqI/AAAAAAAACe4/aCW-cEW43Wo/s400/IMG_3138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437492773239755426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; ">11:30 PM to 11:35 PM</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Dropped off my friend and raced to gas station to pee. Also bought gas.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S3XbF9s54uI/AAAAAAAACfA/s3Ihfi_3k3o/s400/IMG_3139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437493020628476642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; ">11:35 PM to 11:37 PM</div><div style="text-align: center; ">And Vanilla Wafers.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center; ">11:37 to 11:55 PM </div><div style="text-align: center; ">Ate the wafers while driving home.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">12:10 AM</div><div style="text-align: center; ">In bed.</div></span></span></div></div></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-85437323479460513922010-02-10T18:55:00.003-05:002010-02-10T19:02:21.182-05:00You are what you eatI started the morning off with cheerios (no milk..just out of the box) and then had half of an orange for a snack. For lunch I had a salad made mostly of baby spinach, arugula, asparagus and carrots dressed with apple cider vinegar and olive oil. For dinner I had vegan lentil soup. Never in my entire lifetime have I ever eaten his healthy. My high cholesterol feels completely betrayed by me.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-2806403748377700462010-02-09T13:05:00.004-05:002010-02-09T13:12:21.086-05:00Dousing the fire in my throat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S3GkEKnCYjI/AAAAAAAACeQ/vo1demzLhpY/s1600-h/I+feel+like+shit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S3GkEKnCYjI/AAAAAAAACeQ/vo1demzLhpY/s400/I+feel+like+shit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436306616687419954" border="0" /></a>My throat is currently getting it's ass kicked. I shall fight back with my #1 doctor recommended Chloraseptic.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-74250352949657382662010-02-03T21:26:00.005-05:002010-02-03T22:15:48.531-05:00Happy Birthday Kimberly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S2owY7Ub8xI/AAAAAAAACeI/AiXvHKduRXw/s1600-h/oddjob001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S2owY7Ub8xI/AAAAAAAACeI/AiXvHKduRXw/s400/oddjob001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434209105174328082" /></a>This is my little brother. Actually this is Odd Job, one of the more popular villains from the early James Bond movies. But my little brother looks a lot like Odd Job only without the hat. My brother, whose name is David celebrated a birthday yesterday on February 2. Yes. Groundhogs Day. As you would guess, when we were kids there were a lot of inappropriate and very funny "back in the burrow" jokes. So much so that even my mom would join in on the fun from time to time. I normally like to celebrate my little brothers birthday by calling him at 7AM when I know he's still sleeping to wish him happy birthday. As he does every year, he answers the phone and complains about why I call him so early. Some years I'll call and hang up when he answers and then call back in 15 minutes when I know he's fallen back to sleep. When he finally answers he's all cranky and likes to tell me how he doesn't sleep well and wishes I would call later in the afternoon..blah blah blah. It's good to know that this year he didn't disappoint me. He even got a bit mad this year. More than usual. Man, old people can't take a joke. <div><br /></div><div>I usually greet him with my usual "Happy Birthday Kimberly". The name Kimberly comes from when my mom was pregnant and was 100% positive that the life inside of her was going to be a beautiful little girl. They set up the room for a girl, picked a girls name and bought all these cute little dresses for their new daughter. Just imagine their faces when their cute little girl turned out to be an ugly, yet lovable little boy. So they ditched the name Kimberly and named him David instead, they traded pretty dresses for onsies with rocket ships and lions on them and quickly made plans to raise two little boys. My parents told me this story when I was 10. Worst mistake they've ever made. I've called my brother Kimberly ever since. And as you would guess there were plenty of fist fights over the fact that I would call him Kimberly. <div><br /></div><div>Happy birthday little bro. Thanks for the 6 extra weeks of winter. Now would you please remove your head from moms crotch.</div></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-52707869171487762512010-01-31T18:34:00.007-05:002010-01-31T19:39:26.144-05:00Waiting for my meatball to come back to me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S2Yaug3GNZI/AAAAAAAACeA/viTP24HZPiQ/s1600-h/meatballs-spagw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S2Yaug3GNZI/AAAAAAAACeA/viTP24HZPiQ/s400/meatballs-spagw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433059386866414994" /></a><div><br /></div><div>I was singing the song ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI to my daughter today and after singing the song for the 200th time in a row to her, I realized that the first two verses of the song are a metaphor for divorce. </div><div><br /></div><i>On top of spaghetti</i><div><i>All covered with cheese</i></div><div><i>I lost my poor meatball</i></div><div><i>When somebody sneezed</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It rolled off the table</i></div><div><i>And on to the floor</i></div><div><i>And then my poor meatball</i></div><div><i>Rolled out the front door</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Not to get too personal, but that somebody who sneezed was me and I'm still hoping my meatball will come back to my spaghetti all covered with cheese.</div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-32707920826234606632010-01-26T20:25:00.004-05:002010-01-26T21:02:51.578-05:00Chocolate Chip Cookies and Santa Claus<div>I showed up at work today and found a big ass plate of chocolate chip cookies on the break room table. They looked like your standard chocolate chip cookie except for one cookie........</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>This cookie!!!! Look at it!!!!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S1-XojDrl0I/AAAAAAAACd4/kGp93ZYghVg/s1600-h/chocolate+chip+cookie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S1-XojDrl0I/AAAAAAAACd4/kGp93ZYghVg/s400/chocolate+chip+cookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431226398493349698" /></a>I considered putting it on Ebay but instead threw it in my mouth and ate it. <div><br /></div><div>I overheard someone the other day say "Santa Claus is the most annoying person I know". I mean...how is he annoying? He's a dude who's primary job is to spread joy and happiness throughout the world. What's annoying about that? Yeah, his laugh can get under your skin a bit. But really? Annoying? I told the guy that I disagreed. He responded by telling me to mind my own business. I responded with "when it comes to Santa Claus, it's my bizz". The guy and his friend immediately walked away from me. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://youarereallytall.blogspot.com/">Dan</a>...if you are reading this...when the fuck are we going to hang out? </div><div><br /></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-90876378429080561982010-01-13T13:52:00.004-05:002010-01-13T14:54:47.102-05:00A rare public political stance by yours truly...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S04k1n-CFrI/AAAAAAAACdw/a7oQpcQd0T8/s1600-h/teamcoco.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S04k1n-CFrI/AAAAAAAACdw/a7oQpcQd0T8/s400/teamcoco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426315104708859570" /></a>Way to fuck shit up NBC. There's no fucking way I'm staying up past 11PM to watch Jimmy Fallon or Carson Daly.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-5812455256671954172010-01-08T17:13:00.005-05:002010-01-08T17:29:39.795-05:00Dryer rehearsal<div>My old band <a href="http://www.myspace.com/dryer">DRYER</a> is getting back together after an 8 year hiatus for a show in March. It was pretty rough at first but I was pretty surprised to see how quickly the songs came back to us. The great thing was it was a lot fun to play with them again. And I missed that. </div><div><br /></div><div>We've been rehearsing at Wilson Chapel which is located on campus at job #1. Here are some photos from rehearsal. Don't worry. We won't make you <a href="http://bcarlton727.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyone-on-this-side-say-hey-ho.html">sing along</a>.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0eusosl1UI/AAAAAAAACdc/Rj_CpzMvcPY/s1600-h/IMG_2056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0eusosl1UI/AAAAAAAACdc/Rj_CpzMvcPY/s400/IMG_2056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424496358052975938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0eusSCsTMI/AAAAAAAACdU/o2lIJ_daO0g/s1600-h/IMG_2054.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0eusSCsTMI/AAAAAAAACdU/o2lIJ_daO0g/s400/IMG_2054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424496351971658946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0eulBQLYFI/AAAAAAAACdM/j7YJ_3Qqs3c/s1600-h/IMG_2053.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euTqcaiCI/AAAAAAAACck/hAxLJdzRwj0/s400/IMG_1970.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424495929025267746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euTTtTjYI/AAAAAAAACcc/JPlZ0FvUOHc/s1600-h/IMG_1969.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euTTtTjYI/AAAAAAAACcc/JPlZ0FvUOHc/s400/IMG_1969.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424495922922098050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euTGZlGQI/AAAAAAAACcU/-Votc5BKsvA/s1600-h/IMG_1968.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euTGZlGQI/AAAAAAAACcU/-Votc5BKsvA/s400/IMG_1968.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424495919349700866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euS2jxn4I/AAAAAAAACcM/uF3DKdWrwLA/s1600-h/IMG_1966.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euS2jxn4I/AAAAAAAACcM/uF3DKdWrwLA/s400/IMG_1966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424495915097497474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euSkpUXVI/AAAAAAAACcE/2QRCIFIWWwE/s1600-h/IMG_1965.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0euSkpUXVI/AAAAAAAACcE/2QRCIFIWWwE/s400/IMG_1965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424495910288907602" /></a>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-20216490597126468062010-01-06T19:27:00.005-05:002010-01-06T19:52:17.224-05:00Everyone on this side say "hey ho"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0Us6nOXljI/AAAAAAAACb8/4GrwzjCstqU/s1600-h/15403620-15403622-large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/S0Us6nOXljI/AAAAAAAACb8/4GrwzjCstqU/s400/15403620-15403622-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423790711710914098" /></a><br />I heard a live version of Girls On Film by Duran Duran at work today. At one point lead singer, Simon LeBond asks the crowd to sing along and demands that only one side of the crowd sings. He then makes the other side sing and insists they sing louder. About midway through this I realized that I really fucking hate this when bands/performers ask you to do this bullshit. Just sing the fucking song. Right? I paid hard earned money to see you sing. I didn't pay to hear the people around me sing. Making me or the people around me sing is like making me work at your concert, and that's bullshit. I just want to stand there with my beverage in one hand, a lighter in my other hand so I can hold it above my head once and awhile and then tap my toes to the beat of the song. Maybe even dance a little bit. If I'm singing, I can't do all that shit. Especially if I'm holding a beverage. Don't make me fucking sing along. I don't want to sing along. I just want to go to the goddamn concert and hear you play the goddamn songs that you and your goddamn band wrote. How hard is that? Not that hard dude. Not that fucking hard. Next band/musician that asks me to sing along is going to get an ass kicking. Mark my words.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-21871592638441507412010-01-05T10:02:00.003-05:002010-01-05T10:49:25.567-05:00The past couple of weeks<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Hey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sorry about the lack of activity here other than an occasional post about..well..nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The holidays tend to overwhelm and completely get in the way of everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Here are a few things I've been meaning to post.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>I SWITCHED GROCERY MARKETS</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wouldn't advise doing this unless you had a really good reason to do so. I recently spent 30 minutes of my life walking up and down the aisles of my new grocery store in search of horseradish mayo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>IT’S ROBE YOU WEAR BACKWARDS</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would never admit to owning a snuggie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I would never buy a snuggie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But wouldn’t refuse one if I got it for a gift.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Just saying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>SPANDEX DOESN’T HELP MY SELF ESTEEM, BUT I’M WARM</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I recently purchased my first pair of base layers a few days ago and I haven’t stopped wearing them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Not sure how I’ve gone this long in life with out them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s sort of like wearing a spandex suit of warmth and when you put them on you kind of feel like Spider-Man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But instead of a superhero physic it’s more of a lumpy 40-year-old physic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At least in my case it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>What? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m lumpy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>FAMILY GUY VS THE SIMPSONS</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Family Guy is funnier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>No need to argue with me on this one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>SIGNS THAT I'M GROWING UP</b></p><p class="MsoNormal">I use to hate eating ham. Now I love it. I'm growing up.</p><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-86604975629296741342009-12-31T14:39:00.011-05:002009-12-31T17:16:06.031-05:00Drive slow dooders<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/Szz-mnSgbJI/AAAAAAAACb0/QIL8fNm4-To/s1600-h/IMG_2020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/Szz-mnSgbJI/AAAAAAAACb0/QIL8fNm4-To/s400/IMG_2020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421487990782323858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/Szz-mqu3n0I/AAAAAAAACbs/fFP_1Xfvap8/s1600-h/IMG_2019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/Szz-mqu3n0I/AAAAAAAACbs/fFP_1Xfvap8/s400/IMG_2019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421487991706591042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/Szz-mW3X7zI/AAAAAAAACbk/orcDXYA8ypY/s1600-h/IMG_2018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/Szz-mW3X7zI/AAAAAAAACbk/orcDXYA8ypY/s400/IMG_2018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421487986373553970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/Szz-mKp5hxI/AAAAAAAACbc/0FSCVLotEtw/s1600-h/IMG_2017.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/Szz-mKp5hxI/AAAAAAAACbc/0FSCVLotEtw/s400/IMG_2017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421487983095809810" /></a><div><div>I drove past a few people who ended the last day of the year on a sour note. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-67429858240017192952009-12-24T12:37:00.004-05:002009-12-24T13:09:31.454-05:00Christmas moviesIt's Christmas time folks. I'll probably be watching the following movies (in no specific order) at some point during the next couple of days while guzzling down two bottles of wine and eating frozen pizzas. <div><br /></div><div>Home Alone - I still laugh my ass off when Kevin puts the spider on the dudes face. And the weird lonely neighbor that the kids are scared of.....that's future me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Elf - Because Zooey Deschanel is freaking hot and I honestly just like the movie. </div><div><br /></div><div>Scrooged - Bill Murray is in it and Bill Murray is funny.</div><div><br /></div><div>When Harry Met Sally - Because I'm a hopeless romantic. I always get teary when Harry is alone on NYE and realizes that he loves Sally, and then runs to the party to tell Sally he loves her. RUN HARRY!!! RUN!!! I'm getting weepy now as I write this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Star Wars Trilogy (original) - Because it's Star Wars. Lightsabers,the Millenium Falcon, Stormtroopers...... it's Star Wars.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-60773053396367449812009-12-23T15:21:00.001-05:002009-12-23T15:23:11.843-05:00Christmas shopping for my mom is done!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/SzJ72g0eruI/AAAAAAAACbU/gR8k7WQlyDI/s1600-h/Peppermint+Pig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/SzJ72g0eruI/AAAAAAAACbU/gR8k7WQlyDI/s400/Peppermint+Pig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418529478133329634" /></a>I bought this for my mom for Christmas because Asian moms absolutely love this sort of crap.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12852019.post-36318929280376016172009-12-17T21:16:00.000-05:002009-12-17T21:21:48.183-05:00Holiday feeling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/SyAUGd92eZI/AAAAAAAACa8/8Vmky2kw1QQ/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-12-09+at+13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIrrpJ1d0o4/SyAUGd92eZI/AAAAAAAACa8/8Vmky2kw1QQ/s400/Photo+on+2009-12-09+at+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413348853455157650" border="0" /></a><br />By the way. I'm feeling the holidays.Bobby Carltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012521133596783363noreply@blogger.com0