<?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-7044353</id><updated>2011-08-05T05:55:07.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Banana Stand</title><subtitle type='html'>HALLO! You have stumbled on my blog...anonymous comments welcome.  Read if you want, you'll probably get mad at me, but I don't mind.  And remember - COMMENT.  That's an order.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-113547985663293851</id><published>2005-12-24T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:06:44.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retour a Vega</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.andrewshapter.com/images/Mu-TheStills.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah yes...I like the Stills much better in French: &lt;a href="http://video.download.com/3800-11167_53-1691.html"&gt;"Retour a Vega"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-113547985663293851?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/113547985663293851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=113547985663293851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113547985663293851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113547985663293851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/12/retour-vega.html' title='Retour a Vega'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-113436524450964696</id><published>2005-12-11T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:27:24.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Know who sounds like Cut Copy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, in fact, listening to "Rip It Up" by them at this very moment...and I'm thinking "Saturdays".  Huh.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-113436524450964696?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/113436524450964696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=113436524450964696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113436524450964696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113436524450964696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-113417889670775544</id><published>2005-12-09T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:41:36.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gra-whammies!</title><content type='html'>So...whether you care or not, this is my list of Grammy picks...who should win, and then who will - mostly the undeserving ones , of course, but that's just how it works.  Then I'll check back and see how many I actually called.  Woooo for betting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Record of the Year:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz should win, but my bet's on Green Day's overly sentimental "Boulevard of Broken Dreams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album of the Year:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Chaos and Creation in the Backyard" by Paul McCartney should and will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Year:  &lt;/strong&gt;I don't really know any of these...but I'm guessing Springsteen and his "Devils &amp; Dust" will probably win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best New Artist:  &lt;/strong&gt;Please.  Fall Out Boy's a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Female Vocal Pop Performance:&lt;/strong&gt;  Oh please please please let "Hollaback Girl" win!  Much &lt;3 to Mz. Stefani, but stupid I-don't-even-write-my-own-music Clarkson might steal this sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Male Vocal Pop Performance:&lt;/strong&gt;  Hmm, don't really know any of these super well, but my love's on McCartney for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Pop Performance by a Duo or a Group with Vocal:&lt;/strong&gt;  I love the White Stripes' "My Doorbell", but I'm betting the Killers' "Mr. Brightside" will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz featuring De La Soul should and will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Pop Instrumental&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Performance:&lt;/strong&gt; ...There is such a category?  Ok, let's say Les Paul's "Caravan" for both because I think that just might be the guy that one line of Gibsons is named after.  Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Pop Instrumental Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  Umm, Eric Johnson's "Bloom", I guess...just because he's not too shabby on the gee-tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Pop Vocal Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  Eh, this one's tough...I love "L.A.M.B." by Gwen Stefani.  Still, I don't like enough of the songs to pick it over McCartney's time-tested consistency in putting out high quality shiz...so his "Chaos &amp; Creation in the Backyard" for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Dance Recording:&lt;/strong&gt;  LCD Soundsystem's "Daft Punk Is Playing At My House"...ultimate buying-booze-for-a-huge-party theme song, Chemical Brothers' "Galvanize"...ultimate sucky Grammy-stealing theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Electronic/Dance Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  WHY wasn't Fischerspooner gifted with a nom??  Ugh.  Fine, I want LCD Soundsystem to win, but once again Chemical Brothers will trump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Traditional Pop Vocal Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  Michael Buble's "It's Time" is the only one I know, so that for both I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Solo Rock Vocal Performance:&lt;/strong&gt;  Hmmm.  All I really know is Rob Thomas's "This Is How A Heart Breaks", so I guess I pick it for both again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rock Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal:&lt;/strong&gt;  YAAAAY!!  AT LAST!!  Ahem, drumroll please..."Do You Want To" by Franz Ferdinand should and might win, but dull old Coldplay'll give them a tough time.  Grrr.  Back off, pissers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Hard Rock Performance:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Little Sister" by Queens of the Stone Age is the only thing that doesn't suck, and I think it's got a decent shot at taking out the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Metal Performance:&lt;/strong&gt;  Ugh.  Let's just say there was a fluke and nobody won.  Yaay!  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rock Instrumental Performance:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Lotus Feet" by Steve Vai.  God, if you've ever seen this guy play guitar...shwew...you'd agree with me that there's no way anyone else is gonna take him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rock Song:&lt;/strong&gt;  Haha, Rivers Cuomo against Chris Martin?  Ok - I want "Beverly Hills" to win, and it might because this is Weezer's last album.  Unfortunately, Coldplay wins every shitting award made.  So who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rock Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb" by good ol' U2 probably will win if Coldplay's useless slop doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Alternative Music Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  Aaaah, so much excellence here!  Well, with the exception of Death Cab for Cutie, that is.  One stands far and above the rest, though - drumroll #2 please..."You Could Have It So Much Better" by the indomitable Franz Ferdinand!  I think they've got a fair shot if Arcade Fire or the White Stripes don't come from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skipping past all the R&amp;B stuff...I know nothing about it so I've got no right to judge...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Urban/Alternative Performance:&lt;/strong&gt; "Dirty Harry" by Gorillaz is all I know, so I want it for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More R&amp;amp;B skipped here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Solo Rap Performance:&lt;/strong&gt; "Gold Digger" by the Loui Vuitton Don should and will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Don't Phunk With My Heart" by the Black Eyed Peas is all I know, so yeah...that for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rap/Sung Collaboration:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Rich Girl" by Gwen Stefani featuring Eve should, "They Say" by Common featuring Kanye West and John Legend will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rap Song:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Candy Shop" by Fitty is awesome, but I'm betting Kanye will take it with "Diaomonds from Sierra Leone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rap Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  The only one I own is Kanye's "Late Registration", and we all know it'll win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skipping country and new age...ewwww...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Contemporary Jazz Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  "The Way Up" by Pat Metheny Group for both, just cuz he's Shaun's hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Skipping jazz, gospel, and weird bluegrass hybrids...and then Latin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Traditional Blues Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  "80" by B.B. King &amp; Friends for both, just because I've heard he's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...skipping more blues, folk, Native American, Hawaiian (w00t!), reggae, world music, polka (yeeeeehaw, it's Bog Joe's Polka Show!  Gotta love that guy...), children, comedy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Musical Show Album:&lt;/strong&gt;  Monty Python's Spamalot!  That sucker better win.  Probably will, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skipped a few soundtracks...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Song Written for Motion Picture, Television, or Other Visual Media:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Cold Wind" by the Arcade Fire for both, just because they're awesome and I know nothing about the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...jumped over recording, arranging, boxed sets, album notes, historical, engineering, producing, remixing, classical, opera, you get the idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Short Form Music Video:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz should and probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Long Form Music Video:&lt;/strong&gt;  Can't believe freaking R. Kelly's "Trapped In The Closet" got a nom.  That piece of predictable crap was sooo laughable...teehee still gives me the giggles.  Otherwise, I dunno - Brian Wilson maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing Mr. Eric today.  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: ( &lt;/span&gt; Oh well, there's still school and el telefono and next Friday!  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;  Anyway, we had hot chocolate last night after a hella vicious snowball fight, and it was really nice...so I think I'm pretty covered for this weekend actually.  Muah to all of you out there, shit on my parents with me!  It'll make for a good time, I promise...ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night, I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-113417889670775544?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/113417889670775544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=113417889670775544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113417889670775544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113417889670775544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/12/gra-whammies.html' title='Gra-whammies!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-113376655598682456</id><published>2005-12-04T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:13:21.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The CHRISTMAS List!</title><content type='html'>I want these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Things - "Ahead of the Lions (explicit)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="341" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000B5XZJM.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Cut Copy - "Bright Like Neon Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="259" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0001Z3U10.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so if you happen to run across a copy of either...buy it for me. Please. You'll be duly rewarded, I promise! ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-113376655598682456?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/113376655598682456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=113376655598682456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113376655598682456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113376655598682456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-list.html' title='The CHRISTMAS List!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-113237805925061540</id><published>2005-11-18T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:27:39.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I need this...</title><content type='html'>Lyrics.  Annoying, sappy, yes, but a necessary evil...expecially in this case.  I'm upset and I've suddenly become even more determined to leave...so..."Lover I Don't Have To Love" by Bright Eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I picked you out &lt;br /&gt;Of a crowd and talked to you &lt;br /&gt;Said I liked your shoes&lt;br /&gt;You said thanks can I follow you? &lt;br /&gt;So it's up the stairs &lt;br /&gt;And out of view&lt;br /&gt;No prying eyes &lt;br /&gt;I poured some wine &lt;br /&gt;I asked your name you asked the time&lt;br /&gt;Now it's two o'clock, &lt;br /&gt;the club is closed we're up the block&lt;br /&gt;Your hands on me &lt;br /&gt;I'm pressing hard against your jeans&lt;br /&gt;Your tongue in my mouth &lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep the words from coming out&lt;br /&gt;You didn't care to know &lt;br /&gt;Who else may have been you before&lt;br /&gt;I want a lover I don't have to love &lt;br /&gt;I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;Where's the kid with the chemicals? &lt;br /&gt;I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;I got the money if you got the time &lt;br /&gt;You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind went dark &lt;br /&gt;We both forgot where your car was parked &lt;br /&gt;Let's just take the train&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet up with the band in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Bad actors with bad habits &lt;br /&gt;Some sad singers &lt;br /&gt;They just play tragic&lt;br /&gt;And the phone's ringing &lt;br /&gt;And the van's leaving &lt;br /&gt;Let's just keep touching&lt;br /&gt;Let's just keep keep singing&lt;br /&gt;I want a lover I don't have to love&lt;br /&gt;I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk&lt;br /&gt;Where's the kid with the chemicals&lt;br /&gt;I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full&lt;br /&gt;I need some meaning I can memorize&lt;br /&gt;The kind I have always seems to slip my mind&lt;br /&gt;But you but you &lt;br /&gt;You write such pretty words&lt;br /&gt;But life's no story book &lt;br /&gt;Love is an excuse to get hurt &lt;br /&gt;And to hurt &lt;br /&gt;'Do you like to hurt?' &lt;br /&gt;'I do! I do!'&lt;br /&gt;'Then hurt me.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, *sigh*.  I think I might run away to marry Conor Oberst.  Fuck everybody.  Oh, and I'd give anything to not be screwed over just once.  ONCE.  Not a lot to want if you ask me...goodnight and goddammit*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Quick side note:  Teehee, just wondering if you caught my terribly witty take-off on Edward R. Murrow's sign off.  No?  Then you're a loser.  Suck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-113237805925061540?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/113237805925061540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=113237805925061540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113237805925061540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113237805925061540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/11/maybe-i-need-this.html' title='Maybe I need this...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-113158414827052267</id><published>2005-11-09T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:00:35.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there.</title><content type='html'>I got pressured into updating again.  Here's the dealings of note from the past month:&lt;br /&gt;-Lost my job.  Faaantastic.&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it.  Now on to more interesting things because I had a mutated form of lentil soup for dinner and (as lazy as this sounds) I'm far too full to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-113158414827052267?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/113158414827052267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=113158414827052267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113158414827052267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113158414827052267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-there.html' title='Hey there.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-113011395303421565</id><published>2005-10-23T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:33:27.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is grrreat like Tony the Tiger...</title><content type='html'>Yes.  I do believe it is high time for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that guy I was telling everyone about...the one I really liked at work...well, we're dating, and I'm so friggin' happy about it I can't stop smiling.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just though I'd tell you - and now I've gotta go.  Motherfucking chores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-113011395303421565?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/113011395303421565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=113011395303421565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113011395303421565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/113011395303421565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-grrreat-like-tony-tiger.html' title='Life is grrreat like Tony the Tiger...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112932213394955935</id><published>2005-10-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T13:35:33.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>Sad again...I really hate this.   I just hope it'll stop soon - either me and him need to go out, or he just needs to find some other girl and start dating her immediately.  Uncertainty causes me grief.  And annoyance.  Ugh...and how does this guy sound hot?  I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got rid of my Xanga.  Yaaaaay!  My only beef (what a great phrase, eh?) is that I can't comment anymore.  Boohiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabethtown tonight (hopefully), so if you wanna come along, call moi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Saturday...the countdown begins...let the dateless quiver in their boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhgetaboutit, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Rollover DJ" - Jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Don't Ever Think (Too Much)" - The Zutons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I Never" - Rilo Kiley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112932213394955935?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112932213394955935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112932213394955935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112932213394955935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112932213394955935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_14.html' title=':-('/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112916491745737398</id><published>2005-10-12T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T17:55:17.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 570px" height="770" src="http://www.paintingstogo.com/vermeer/girl_with_a_pearl_earring.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart this picture with my whole being. ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved my life this past week. Things aren't going to fall apart after all...I got to see this dude a lot...*grins sheepishly*...and so I'm thinking that as long as he's around this Saturday, things'll be alright. Wish I had someone to talk to about this though. Well, I sorta do, but not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;, if you know what I mean.   Whatever.  As long as nobody ruins it, or gets nosy, or tries to butt in, I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this weekend doesn't suck as badly as the last one. I had maybe, oh, 4 or 5 good hours on Saturday evening, but other than that everything totally blew. OH MAN and this is totally random but whatever: the new iPod just came out and I want one (the 60 gig) REALLY BAD. I'll actually be able to afford it sooner than I thought thanks to connections on the other big-ass thing I'm buying with my next paycheck...ohoooo can you say Really Big Discount?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch LOST, m'loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ship in a Bottle" - Bright Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Whole Lotta Love" - Led Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Rainfall" - The Vines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Love Struck Baby" - Stevie Ray Vaughan &amp;amp; Double Trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112916491745737398?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112916491745737398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112916491745737398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112916491745737398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112916491745737398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112884276674774678</id><published>2005-10-08T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:27:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls.</title><content type='html'>So about work...I just found out that my boss is trying to get my two favorite guys to quit by never giving them hours. This made me extremely depressed (not that anyone noticed), though I think that one of them may have worked Friday. Goddamit, if they quit, I will too, because they're incredible and working there isn't worth losing them. Life really sucks balls lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the plus side, I got the new Franz Ferdinand album and it is, of course, brilliant through and through. It's not as good as the debut by about .1%, but still 10 billion times better than all the other shit out there...I'm thinking it'll be kind of a transition to their third album. Bueno bueno bueno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the Killers are screwed. They're not gonna survive these next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein sucks ass, as does Ashlee Simpson and Switchfoot and Relient K and the Click Five and System of a Down and...just about everything. Damn. What wonderful world my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight before my superbitchness goes spiraling completely out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Robinson" - Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;"El Tangoe de Roxanne" - Ewan MacGregor/Jacek Koman/Jose Feliciano&lt;br /&gt;"House Burning Down" - Jimi Hendrix Experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112884276674774678?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112884276674774678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112884276674774678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112884276674774678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112884276674774678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/10/balls.html' title='Balls.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112822893230155539</id><published>2005-10-01T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:55:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>I posted a drawing type thing on my other blog.  You can get to it through my profile...so go look.  AND I DEMAND COMMENTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112822893230155539?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112822893230155539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112822893230155539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112822893230155539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112822893230155539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112814757215485198</id><published>2005-09-30T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:19:32.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lohan vs. Franz</title><content type='html'>So...I launched AIM today, looked at that gay little "AIM Today" thing like I always do, and saw a section that read "Read the dramatic lyrics to Lindsay Lohan's self-penned new single!" So I did. They're absolute shite. Of course, while reading hers, I was listening to really bloody brilliant FF lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Your teeth are black with wine/As you place those lips on mine/And the moon hangs heavy and forbidden high/On the fucking last night of our lives/I'm evil and a heathen like you/There's not a lot we couldn't do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And then...there was &lt;em&gt;this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I wear all your old clothes your polo sweater/I dream of another you the one who would never (never)/Leave me alone to pick up the pieces/A daddy to hold me, that’s what I needed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Celebrities make me want to sob my little eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now playing: Franz Ferdinand - "You Could Have It So Much Better...With Franz Ferdinand" (full album preview)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112814757215485198?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112814757215485198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112814757215485198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112814757215485198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112814757215485198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/09/lohan-vs-franz.html' title='Lohan vs. Franz'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112693949464820999</id><published>2005-09-16T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:44:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laura:  Ugh.  Fooball players stink.  We should put perfume on you guys or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phil:  Are you kidding?  I'd never be able to set foot in that locker room.  The embarrassment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laura:  ...Or you could just say you just got laid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phil:  YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Allo, mon amis. PREPARE FOR A HELLA LONG ENTRY!  Today is Friday. I worked on Friday. It was pretty fun...except for one guy being a jackass. I think he likes me, though. Awkward as hell sometimes. Then there's the OTHER guy, the one I like...well, he walked me to my car, which is sort of something. Not. Really, though, it was to keep me from getting mugged. Weird. But nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it, I'm tired. Maybe I'll go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but WAIT! THIS &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; COME FIRST:  So that uber-Christian psycho Jesus chick I told you about got on my case twice this week.  It really pissed me off, especially when we almost got in an argument about cd burning.  I was simply talking with another friend about burning her some stuff, and then this chick butts in with, "That's stealing."  I was like, "Uuuuuh...fine then.  It's also stealing when corporations overprice little plastic discs that have the rough production cost of a dime in order to leech money from consumers." &lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's still stealing.  And what about mix cds?  Is that ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um."&lt;br /&gt;"Because I love mix cds.  But...I dunno..."&lt;br /&gt;"It's fine.  They're like the radio with pause, rewind, and fast forward.  So chill out.  It's ok."&lt;br /&gt;"Well...I-"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, so how's your day going?"&lt;br /&gt;I ended that conversation as quickly as possible because I was about to whip out the bitch slapping.  &lt;em&gt;How can you possibly be so goddamn BORING??  &lt;/em&gt;It baffles me.  Yet another great mystery of the human race some genius out there needs to find a cure for.  PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the now-famous Jesus incident.  I was talking to a friend on AIM, and this was the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sarah: omg i had such a fun time yesturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: oh i look sexxxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: what did i miss??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: car wash, then hanging with laura getting guns n roses greatest hits and journey's greastest hits, then we bought a pinata(ill explain later), then we ate dinner, got a movie, went back to her house met up with aaron, got in her hot tub, then left......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: hot tub was the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: wink wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: laura ended up talking to her friend bryan on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: ohohho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: me and aaron just chilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: you and aaron...hot tub...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: no swimsuits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: with swimsuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: by yourselves while the friend talks on the phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: no swimsuits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: what would jesus do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: abstain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: with swimsuits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: couldn't resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: he would join and say hell ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: lmao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: jesus...hot tub...no swimsuit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: that's hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: oh yeh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: u kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: that whole holy thing just turns me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: i should've joined and made it a 4some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: i could've been like the immaculate conception part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: HAD it i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: with naked jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: imao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it.  It got printed out and this psycho saw it...she looked at me very funnily and was like, "So I saw that conversation," in a rather accusatory tone.   "Oh, really? Ha.  So how was your weekend?"  And that was the end.  I'm glad I nipped it in the bud...could've gotten weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.  I'm dead.  G'night. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Beatles - "Helter Skelter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Led Zeppelin - "When The Levee Breaks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian - "Take Your Carriage Clock And Shove It"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Beatles - "Michelle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Beatles - "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Prosaics - "Teeth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Scissor Sisters - "Comfortably Numb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Killers - "All These Things That I've Done"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kings of Leon - "Molly's Chambers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The New Pornographers - "Execution Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112693949464820999?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112693949464820999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112693949464820999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112693949464820999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112693949464820999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-everyone.html' title='Hey, everyone'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112684045905979585</id><published>2005-09-15T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:14:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.visionsacred.org/graphics/subpage/2002/fullsize/aaamccurry_afghan_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you could have eyes like that?&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112684045905979585?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112684045905979585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112684045905979585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112684045905979585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112684045905979585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/09/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112657804193053721</id><published>2005-09-12T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:20:41.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>I never said House sucked...don't "ha" me if you're gonna be wrong.  Figure out who it was that actually said it and chew &lt;em&gt;them &lt;/em&gt;out.  I hate words getting put in my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112657804193053721?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112657804193053721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112657804193053721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112657804193053721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112657804193053721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112606383225396620</id><published>2005-09-06T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:31:52.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix 1,000,670-something</title><content type='html'>I made another mix the other day because my friends were in desperate need of fresh music. Also, I've got no life, which is why I've found the time to post what exactly was on the cd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Ooh La La" - Goldfrapp&lt;br /&gt;2. "Cutt Off" - Kasabian&lt;br /&gt;3. "Purple Haze" - Jimi Hendrix Experience&lt;br /&gt;4. "She's Hearing Voices" - Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;5. "Love In A Trashcan" - The Raveonettes&lt;br /&gt;6. "My Doorbell" - The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;7. "Rock and Roll" - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;8. "In My Head" - Queens of the Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;9. "Lake of Fire" - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;10. "Six Barrel Shotgun" - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;br /&gt;11. "Little Wing" - Jimi Hendrix Experience&lt;br /&gt;12. "Satin Chic" - Goldfrapp&lt;br /&gt;13. "Helter Skelter" - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;14. "Heart Full of Black" - Burning Brides&lt;br /&gt;15. "Stack Shot Billy" - The Black Keys&lt;br /&gt;16. "Neighborhood #3 (Power's Out)" - The Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;17. "Kids With Guns" - Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;18. "Immigrant Song" - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;19. "Ain't No Easy Way" - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best one I've ever done if you ask me. It runs through very smoothly. Plus it just flat out kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with House. What a great show...I almost cried at tonight's episode...probably would have if my mom hadn't interrupted and told me to go fold towels. How rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gargh. They're telling me to "sign off" because they think that's what turning off the computer is called. So goodnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"St. Petersburg" - Supergrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Kids With Guns" - Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Immigrant Song" - Led Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112606383225396620?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112606383225396620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112606383225396620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112606383225396620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112606383225396620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/09/mix-1000670-something.html' title='Mix 1,000,670-something'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112581814240989019</id><published>2005-09-04T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:29:05.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONATE!</title><content type='html'>Work was pretty cool tonight. It was kinda slow for a Saturday night, but we pinned it down on Labor Day and the ultra-gay gas prices. I had a lot of fun, though, for some weird reason. Me and Christina and some guy I've never met before named Chris all got the bartender to make us Shirley Temples...which are pretty overrated. Anyway, I cracked up about every 5 minutes for absolutely no reason, which made everyone else crack up, so it was pretty fun. By the way, I hate little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's gonna be hella awesome. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distortion &lt;em&gt;seriously &lt;/em&gt;rocks my socks. Goodnight...and don't forget to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------- &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="https://give.redcross.org/?hurricanemasthead"&gt;DONATE!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;---------------------  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Never Win" - Fischerspooner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Satin Chic" - Goldfrapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Lovely 2 C U" - Goldfrapp *side note: I HATE the title of this song. Spell, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ride On A White Horse" - Goldfrapp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112581814240989019?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112581814240989019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112581814240989019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112581814240989019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112581814240989019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/09/donate.html' title='DONATE!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112573136234844088</id><published>2005-09-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:09:22.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfrapp</title><content type='html'>So today I checked out Goldfrapp for the first time..."Ooh La La" is a pretty kickass song.  I liked the video until she started riding the...er...Pimp Pony.  That's basically what it was.  A horse - but with bling.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendra - The guy you saw can't work where I work.  The yellow shirts are the girl shirts.  Besides, there isn't a "tall, beachy type" there...bummer, yes, but he can't possibly work there.  Oh, and I had to delete your comment because it had the name of where I work.  I don't care if I'm paranoid, but that could've led to some freak knowing where I live.  But thanks for the comment, and it doesn't matter anyway: I don't like him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooooooooooh.  I'm EXHAUSTED.  G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112573136234844088?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112573136234844088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112573136234844088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112573136234844088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112573136234844088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/09/goldfrapp.html' title='Goldfrapp'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112561806861874562</id><published>2005-09-01T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:07:48.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad.  And that's about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hy·poc·ri·sy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dhypocrisy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( P ) (hi-pokri-se)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n. pl. hy·poc·ri·sies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The act or practice of a hypocrite; a feigning to be what one is not, or to feel what one does not feel; a dissimulation, or a concealment of one's real character, disposition, or motives; especially, the assuming of false appearance of virtue or religion; a simulation of goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, you see, that's how it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing everything I can right now to prevent myself from going on a long, pissed, highly insulting rant becaues I haven't been this pissed in a loooong time. I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; angry...so everyone stay out of my way and don't start a conversation with even the slightest negative connotations or I might go postal on you. I've got a lot of steam to let off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave me alone...starting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112561806861874562?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112561806861874562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112561806861874562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112561806861874562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112561806861874562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/09/mad-and-thats-about-it.html' title='Mad.  And that&apos;s about it.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112545562777282746</id><published>2005-08-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:45:50.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw shit.</title><content type='html'>*sob* My beautiful city is getting absolutely pummeled... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going crazy with guitar lately, and I've figured out that maybe I don't suck quite as bad as I thought. I just hadn't been pushing myself...riffs are way easier than I thought. I'm getting slaughtered tomorrow, though. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norton is GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aw nooo...I screwed up my first independent project ever because, as usual, I was too intent on perfecting one little detail to notice that it completely clashed with its surroundings, so now the woman I was drawing looks half-Chinese in a weird, deformed sort of way. As soon as I held it p to look at it as a whole I was like,"Oh. No. Not again..." because this sort of thing happens to me every time I don't break from the minute stuff. Otherwise, everything turns out beautifully. Damn my long attention span. I might show you when I'm done despite its total hideousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very, VERY frustrated and just plain &lt;em&gt;sick.  &lt;/em&gt;Screw everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112545562777282746?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112545562777282746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112545562777282746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112545562777282746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112545562777282746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/aw-shit.html' title='Aw shit.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112520881643427816</id><published>2005-08-27T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:00:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>Finally.  This is an excerpt from a great article about the White Stripes vs. Coldplay album charts feud, dealing in this paragraph with "Get Behind Me Satan":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Like an experiment in colliding atoms, they create matter and anti-matter, an alternative to the mainstream they already occupy and create. If Coldplay had attempted this, it would've been a test of their fans loyalty. The White Stripes have instead made a record to compliment all that has come before. There isn't any change in direction. They've just proven they can outstrip any pigeonholing that was carefully constructed around them, promptly blow it apart and redesign it to their needs, all the time enjoying themselves immensely. The worst thing is that Coldplay will still appeal to more people, yet the songs here are easily the equal and better of those "X&amp;Y" is applauded for and took about a twelfth of the time to write and record. All in all this creation took two months. A slight discrepancy between talent and kudos is present. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...someone who actually THINKS when they listen to music.  Coldplay never pushes the envelope, which makes them really dull to me.  Couldn't have said it better than &lt;a href="http://www.artrocker.com"&gt;artrocker.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112520881643427816?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112520881643427816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112520881643427816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112520881643427816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112520881643427816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112520399142237365</id><published>2005-08-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:39:51.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The VIDEO is out!</title><content type='html'>Funny stuff from work this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a hot chick. Does this hat attract you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how about that mirror?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it looks pretty hot with me in it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the drawing of the devil made by the owner's daughter, who gave it to me. Maybe she's trying to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the 2-year-old dirty dancing to "Hollaback Girl" in the kitchen, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT - yeah, I know I've been talking about this nonstop, but I can't NOT post news as huge as this...the video is OUT! Oh yes, it's &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/apps/mediaplayer/index.jhtml?vid=57898&amp;channelID=1&amp;amp;orgID=2&amp;gateway=music&amp;amp;paid=1241057&amp;section_0=music&amp;amp;section_1=video&amp;section_2=premiere&amp;amp;section_3=franz_ferdinand&amp;section_4=index.jhtml&amp;amp;refURL=/music/video/premiere/franz_ferdinand/index.jhtml&amp;adPth=/adsetup/music/video/premiere/&amp;amp;adPN=index"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I love how Angelic Bob looks when he sings in between the two shirtless girls and suddenly shuffles off...and when he's dragging that greased-up chick around...ha. It's so damn hot, if you don't watch it, you're &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah. That's right, bend to the peer pressure. Oh, and by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/cms/2004/other/Franz_Ferdinand_-_news_image_Bob_Hardy_-_basist.6467942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bob. AWWWW - 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey, Kendra, you were wrong.  Again.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;br /&gt;"Hate To Say I Told You So" - The Hives&lt;br /&gt;"Happy" - Fischerspooner&lt;br /&gt;"Do You Want To" - Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;"US Government" - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;br /&gt;"Return" - OK Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112520399142237365?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112520399142237365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112520399142237365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112520399142237365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112520399142237365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/video-is-out.html' title='The VIDEO is out!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112476124420116411</id><published>2005-08-22T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:40:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sebeetles.com/nb_vapor.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's mine. Yes. Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SMILE already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of got attacked/glomped by this really tall religious person today who randomly started asking me questions about being Catholic, and I had no idea how to answer any of them. They mainly ran something like this: "What does your church believe about Jesus?" "Uh....(looooong pause)...uh...(another long pause)...what...other churches do, I guess." I could've answered that more directly, but you simply can't make up a singular response for millions of people. It's much more your own choice as to what you think about things. Yeah, we have a few general beliefs that apply to most of us, but otherwise there's no fixed requirements as to what you have to believe, so I guess that's why her question confused me so much. It's hard to understand or respect that if you haven't grown up this way. I have an uncharacteristically profound respect for old religions. For example, Buddhists and Hindus and Muslims and the Jewish...can they go to Heaven? Sure. Who do we think we are, anyway? What died and made Christianity the only way to go? (And PLEASE don't say Jesus. That would just be stubborn.) Anyway, my point was that I was fairly irritated by the end of our conversation, because suddenly they got really stiff and borderline anti-Catholic on me. Argh! Where's the love??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Kendra, you were wrong both times. Heeheeeee... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;br /&gt;"Alone, Together" - The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;"Marvelous Things" - Eisley&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Resolven" - Beulah&lt;br /&gt;"Brightly Wound" - Eisley&lt;br /&gt;"One Chance" - Modest Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112476124420116411?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112476124420116411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112476124420116411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112476124420116411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112476124420116411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/see-this.html' title='See this?'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112465158314676615</id><published>2005-08-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T12:13:03.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What up yooooo...</title><content type='html'>I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another post about..."Here we are at the transmission party, I love your friends, they're all so arty, oh yeah!"...yup, that's right, "Do You Want To".  Listen to it 2 or 3 more times and tell me honestly that it's never gotten stuck in your head.  Impossible.  Plus I saw stills from the video - oh man it looks HOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm getting my new car after all, bummer.  I got tickets, though, and I can't wait...oh, and I finally got the Kasabian cd.  It's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my job.  I really hope I work with a certain dude next week... ;)  "It feels like we're on a date," "It's cause I love you," "Call your dad and tell him not to come, I'll give you a ride home,"  Mmmhm.  Cuteness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112465158314676615?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112465158314676615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112465158314676615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112465158314676615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112465158314676615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-up-yooooo.html' title='What up yooooo...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112433023072267302</id><published>2005-08-17T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:44:51.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And there's more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspace-385.vo.llnwd.net/00183/58/36/183436385_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it couldn't get any better...a full listen came along thanks to wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/franzferdinand"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite's still "Walk Away", though, and after that I really like "Evil and a Heathen." Can't wait for the new album...ah. If only I were that talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mas criticism *cough*KENDRAandotherpeople*cough*. Just let me live in bliss or I'll delete your comment. Oh yes, believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit! So I got that EP from that band I was talking about...and although I received free stickers, a poster, and a handwritten letter....they forgot to put the cd in the case. Argh! I was really looking forward to having a listen, too. What the gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't that picture HOT? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*EDIT: I knew you'd go and do something obstinate. But I wasn't kidding, you freaking killjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112433023072267302?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112433023072267302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112433023072267302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112433023072267302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112433023072267302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-theres-more.html' title='And there&apos;s more...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112424758724611201</id><published>2005-08-16T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:59:47.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do You Want To"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.radcity.net/5893/1096249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when it was thought that they couldn't get any better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed. Yup. When I heard this I squealed and made as many people as I could find within 100 feet listen too...it's a precious, all-too-short 30-second clip from Franz Ferdinand's new single, "Do You Want To." Catchier than "Take Me Out" and campier than "Michael", this is...oh, yes...&lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;a href="http://www2.xfm.co.uk/staticweb/avplayers/vanilla/x_audio.html?&amp;stream=mms://195.173.73.27/xfm2005/playlist/franz_ferdinand_-_do_you_want_to.wma&amp;amp;end"&gt;listen&lt;/a&gt;, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do You Want To"?  Oh yes I do... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112424758724611201?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112424758724611201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112424758724611201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112424758724611201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112424758724611201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-you-want-to.html' title='&quot;Do You Want To&quot;'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112415918556528119</id><published>2005-08-15T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:44:30.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeleton Key</title><content type='html'>I saw Skeleton Key last night, and...holy crap. It was incredibly good. I loved every single thing about it - yes, even Kate Hudson - so that's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; saying something. It had the ideal amount of scariness, it was thrilling rather than flat out retarded-level scary, the acting and characters were REALLY awesome and smart for a change (ever notice how dumb people in the other horror movies are? Well, these people were smart and logical. Thank God.), Peter Sarsgaard was a sexy beast (never thought I'd say that about him, but YUM... ;D ), and the end had the biggest, best twist I've ever seen in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO SEE IT.&lt;/span&gt; It's THAT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also decided that, odd as it seems, Kate Hudson and Peter Sarsgaard would make a reeeeeally hot couple. Sexy, even. But he's dating Maggie Gyllenhaal...bummer. I think it's because of the double "aa" thing in their names...hey, MY name has two a's too! Hm. Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;br /&gt;"Missing Link" - The Hives&lt;br /&gt;"Meet Me In The Red Room" - Amiel&lt;br /&gt;"Lovers In The Backseat" - Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;"Man" - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;"Neighborhood #3 (Power's Out)" - The Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;"Neighborhood #2 (Laika)" - The Arcade Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7044353-112415918556528119?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112415918556528119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112415918556528119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112415918556528119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112415918556528119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/skeleton-key.html' title='Skeleton Key'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112394085028040604</id><published>2005-08-13T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T06:47:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selflessness personified</title><content type='html'>To quote Miss (insert name of the town I live in here):  "...And I'd especially like to thank my mom for lending me and my boyfriend her Mercedes Benz convertible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the unabashed modesty.  It's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if I was a dog I'd piss on this town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112394085028040604?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112394085028040604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112394085028040604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112394085028040604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112394085028040604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/selflessness-personified.html' title='Selflessness personified'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112372171657683912</id><published>2005-08-10T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:55:16.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAAAAAAH CRAP OVERLOAD</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMG.  Just got back from Deviant Art and looking at people's shit...and man.  I'm speechless, not in a good way.  I...just...had...to...post...my brain was getting fried from staring at so much CRAP (aka anime). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime is to art as Simple Plan is to music - ugly, unecessary, and untalented.  Fuck it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112372171657683912?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112372171657683912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112372171657683912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112372171657683912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112372171657683912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/gaaaaaah-crap-overload.html' title='GAAAAAAH CRAP OVERLOAD'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112370068616081561</id><published>2005-08-10T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:04:46.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn attack!</title><content type='html'>This porn ring thing that attacked my blog with useless comments is really turning out to be quite beneficial...people are reading my pissed-off retaliations and commenting on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; stuff.  As a result, I'm feeling loved and getting warm fuzzies.  Hoorah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else wanna see Skeleton Key?  I love anything to do with voodoo...plus Louisiana is the coolest state in the whole US...so I think I'll check it out.  Only problem - I can't stand Kate Hudson.  However, Peter Sarsgaard is in it, so I'm hoping he'll make up for her probable lackluster performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww man, I look like a chipmunk.  Stupid swollen jaw...cake time.  I can't wait till I'm off this soft-foods diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The Small Print" - Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Black Tongue" - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Main Offender" - The Hives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112370068616081561?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112370068616081561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112370068616081561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112370068616081561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112370068616081561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/porn-attack.html' title='Porn attack!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112348587450598907</id><published>2005-08-08T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:24:34.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;be ignorant but happy or intelligent but depressed - &lt;/strong&gt;Intelligent and depressed.  'Cause I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be pretty but envied or ugly but admired - &lt;/strong&gt;Pretty but envied.  That's not so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be naked but comfortable or dressed but conscious - &lt;/strong&gt;Naked but comfy.  Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get a chance to live only once or not live at all - &lt;/strong&gt;Only once!  Better than nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be deaf or be blind - &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, God.  That would suck, so neither...I'd rather be six feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rich but alone or poor but rich in relationship - &lt;/strong&gt;Poor with great people surrounding me, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a nagger mom or one who doesn't talk - &lt;/strong&gt;One who doesn't talk, I guess, because I've got one of each of those parental types as it is...so I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a brutal dad or one who is lame and can't walk - &lt;/strong&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be a listener or a talker - &lt;/strong&gt;Hm, that's hard - a little bit of both, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be right but guilty or wrong but proud - &lt;/strong&gt;Wrong but proud.  People like that are the very reasons legends survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep things to yourself or shout them out loud - &lt;/strong&gt;To myself if I don't know the people around me very well, but just the opposite otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be a cautious liar or be honest yet hurtful - &lt;/strong&gt;Oh come on.  Cautious liar all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be born demented or born with huge responsibilities - &lt;/strong&gt;Huge responsibilities, because being sick &amp; twisted is creepy and...*shudder*...unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be popular but hated or anonymous but loved - &lt;/strong&gt;Anonymous but loved...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respect or be respected - &lt;/strong&gt;Be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask questions or answer them - &lt;/strong&gt;Ask!!  I'm curious about EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be hopeful on something that wouldn't come or cynical on reality - &lt;/strong&gt;Um, cynical on reality...I already am, sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steal or be robbed - &lt;/strong&gt;Steal, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lie or be lied at - &lt;/strong&gt;Lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be in rain or fried in heat - &lt;/strong&gt;Raaaaaain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be in a precious war or in an invaluable peace - &lt;/strong&gt;Invaluable peace, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;battle with yourself or battle with the world - &lt;/strong&gt;Battle with the whole freaking WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;die hero or die indifferent - &lt;/strong&gt;HERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pray or rely on yourself - &lt;/strong&gt;Rely on myself usually, sorry Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read or be read - &lt;/strong&gt;Read.  I'm good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learn or stay retarded - &lt;/strong&gt;Uh, LEARN.  Ignorance is bliss...in an imaginary world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get easily contented or crave for improvement - &lt;/strong&gt;Crave away!  It's the only way anything ever gets done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hear sweet lies or sour truths -&lt;/strong&gt; Gimme some sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112348587450598907?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112348587450598907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112348587450598907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112348587450598907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112348587450598907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/would-you-rather.html' title='Would you rather...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112348381873933115</id><published>2005-08-07T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:52:45.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay home</title><content type='html'>"I ain't fucking going to New York again. I'm never going to America again man. I'm staying put. I ain't getting on a plane for a long time."&lt;br /&gt;-Liam Gallagher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do. For once I hope this idiot follows through with what he says...oh hey! This is totally random, but has anyone else noticed how in the Ladytron video for "Sugar" there's a sign on the door reading "Doctor Robert"? I got the Beatles' Revolver yesterday and noticed that "Doctor Robert" was a song on there...coincidence? Probably. I'm pretty sure Ladytron's from Britain so that would make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I got so sick of Xanga and the people using it that I've switched totally back to Blogger. I mean, Xangas are just another gay way to reinforce cliques and gossip, and if people comment it's usually only to be like, "lol i luv u lets get koffey n go 2 a moovie and omg i totally agrie w/ wat ur sayin." Of course, that's if they even bother to read the whole entry. Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG TUESDAY IS GOING TO BE THE SECOND BEST DAY OF MY LIFE (hopefully)! Wish me luck, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and I have good news - I'm making an entire cd of songs based off...yes, that's right...sexxx. "Gay Bar"..."Red Room"..."Pledge of Allegiance"..."Orgasm Addict"...they're all there. Mmmm. This'll be great when it's all put together. ;D And now since I've got surgery in the morning, adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;-The Pessimist (that's a virtue, you know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Tomorrow Never Knows" - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"That Great Love Sound" - The Raveonettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Pass That Dutch" - Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Forever For Her (Is Over For Me)" - The White Stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The Air Near My Fingers" - The White Stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Return to Oz" - Scissor Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112348381873933115?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112348381873933115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112348381873933115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112348381873933115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112348381873933115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/stay-home.html' title='Stay home'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112313592554318134</id><published>2005-08-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:12:05.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix number whatever</title><content type='html'>Whaddayaknow, I've made yet another cd.  Oh, and hey...has anyone else noticed how people don't comment nearly as much on Blogger as they do on Xanga?  It's weird.  And retarded.  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Beatles - "Helter Skelter"&lt;br /&gt;2.  Queens of the Stone Age - "In My Head"&lt;br /&gt;3.  Scissor Sisters - "Laura"&lt;br /&gt;4.  Interpol - "PDA"&lt;br /&gt;5.  The Futureheads - "Decent Days and Nights"&lt;br /&gt;6.  Ambulance Ltd. - "Stay Tuned"&lt;br /&gt;7.  Kaiser Chiefs - "Oh My God"&lt;br /&gt;8.  The Knack - "My Sharona"&lt;br /&gt;9.  Electric Six - "Gay Bar"&lt;br /&gt;10.  The Hives - "Main Offender"&lt;br /&gt;11.  Garbage - "Sex Is Not The Enemy"&lt;br /&gt;12.  The Honorary Title - "Everything I Once Had"&lt;br /&gt;13.  Razorlight - "Golden Touch"&lt;br /&gt;14.  Bloc Party - "Price of Gas"&lt;br /&gt;15.  Elefant - "Misfit"&lt;br /&gt;16.  Nirvana - "Smells Like Teen Spirit"&lt;br /&gt;17.  Beck - "Girl"&lt;br /&gt;18.  Fischerspooner - "Just Let Go"&lt;br /&gt;19.  Kasabian - "L.S.F."&lt;br /&gt;20.  The Black Keys - "Stack Shot Billy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hella good cd, everybody.  Oh, and Kendra...haha...I found another sex song as I have a quasi-hobby of collecting them:  "Orgasm Addict" by the Buzzcocks.  You really can't beat the lyrics.  My favorite line is "You get in a heat, you get in a sulk, but you still keep a-beating your meat to a pulp."  Way more straightforward than the others I've heard, but amusing nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck on THAT, Connie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...g'night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112313592554318134?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112313592554318134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112313592554318134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112313592554318134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112313592554318134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/08/mix-number-whatever.html' title='Mix number whatever'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112191835804268935</id><published>2005-07-20T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:04:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Grilled Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.copacetique.com/products/sidepony/iheartgrilledcheese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, these cards were made especially for me, I swear. Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I love you and it bothers me. (inside) The fact that it bothers me bothers me also."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Sometimes I know exactly what to say. (inside) This is not one of those times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Not to sound like you're going to die soon or anything, but I'm really glad I've had the chance to get to know you. (inside) And if you are going to die soon, I'm really sorry." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*I'm sending this one to Shaun when I move to G.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Something about this card made me think of you. (Inside...blank)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I just wanted to tell you...(inside)...…that I get the feeling that if I knew you more I’d like you more I mean in general the more I knew you the more I’d like you and that’s not something that happens very often I think I mean the knowing and the liking and the feeling I’ve got."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Seems dumb, but so you know I love you. (inside) I'm telling you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Damn you (inside) for making me say and do so many things I would never have otherwise said or done. Like this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"If you were the last person on Earth, (inside) that would mean I’d be dead, and you’d have a stupid greeting card to remember me by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I don't know what it is about you (inside) But it's something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Have I told you lately (inside) anything interesting?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I love you (inside) and stuff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"How many trees have to die (inside) before we feel connected?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Something always prevents me (inside) from killing you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"(front blank) (inside) You'll never know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"There's something I wanted to tell you...(inside) but not here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I only bought this because you seem to appreciate the gesture of giving a greeting card. (inside) And I'd rather oblige than think of something better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"After all we've been through, (inside) I've finally gotten used to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"blah (inside) blah blah blah blah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"If I knew exactly what to say...(inside) then I sure as hell wouldn't be giving you a greeting card."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"It's nearly impossible to find a greeting card for you. (inside) Take that as a compliment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"When I bought this card, I was feeling good about our relationship. (inside) But now that you’re reading it, things might’ve changed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"When love can be measured by greeting cards (inside) remind me to kill myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I could never imagine myself buying cards like this. Then a funny thing happened. (inside) I met you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I love you (inside) I guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"(front blank) (inside) Never again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"You’re one of those people who’s only pretty because you’re almost ugly…(inside) …you come so close to being completely repulsive that the sense of danger in teetering on that brink gives your look an excitement that’s somehow attractive, like if a butterfly had flapped its wings somewhere the moment you were born, everything might’ve been different enough to make manifest your face’s latent hideousness. Know what I mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I love you (inside) Or something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"If something like true love existed, (inside) would you really expect it to fit into a card?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"In a lot of ways, I really can't stand you. (inside) But I can tell you that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"(front blank) (inside) You can make this mean whatever you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"(front blank) (inside) Let it happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I never though this would happen, but...(inside) I've run out of ways to say it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Clever, eh? I demand that everybody goes out and supports &lt;a href="http://www.copacetique.com/ckshop.php?page=2&amp;amp;category=42"&gt;sappycards (the genius behind all this) at copacetique&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112191835804268935?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112191835804268935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112191835804268935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112191835804268935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112191835804268935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-heart-grilled-cheese.html' title='I Heart Grilled Cheese'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-112175045872840472</id><published>2005-07-18T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:11:09.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion...it's enough to make me puke</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know this is going to make a lot of people mad, but I don't care...religion makes me sick. It always has and most likely always will; no changing that no matter how pushy people get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off - hypocrisy. There's far too much of it everywhere, really...but it's even worse when churches help it fester. It pisses me off &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much when I see kids walking around wearing t-shirts with hugeass letters saying something about how much they love God, and later I see them making fun of the uncool girl or stabbing someone in the back. It's disgusting. "I heart Jesus, everyone...but not that fat guy with big glasses, because that might hurt my precious high school reputation." Honestly, who can blame atheists and agnostics and non-Christians?? They talk way more sense than any Christian I've ever met. I prefer them over the pushy, discriminatory evangelical crowd by LOADS. Oh...and another thing about hypocrisy...churches are constantly stressing how God loves everyone, right? Well, not too long ago, I was talking to this pisser of an evangelist who was professing that sort of typical, commercialized crap, when the subject of...let's say...(I'm changing the relations/professions of people in this to keep from offending someone I know, but otherwise the wording is exact) dancers came up. I mentioned how I didn't like people stereotyping them as loose, brainless flirts. They immediately said, "Oh, but they are. They're flirty and showy. They love showing skin and partying, all of them." Me: "Yeah, well, my best friend's one, and I know she's not a slut..." Them: "Psh! Is there something about her we don't know??" Anyway, nothing's wrong with partying &amp; booze. Bloody hell, get it through your thick heads - JESUS drank wine. And went to parties. It's what &lt;em&gt;people do&lt;/em&gt;...what's the point of living if you can't have any fun? Oh, yeah, it makes a whole lot of sense that we were just supposed to sit around, be complacent, boring, and miserable. There, I just gave you the meaning of life right there - in that lifestyle...it's meaningless. The Big Bang theory is scientifically possible, you know, as well as creating something from nothing is (look up CERN and the development of antimatter), and I think that's as far as God took it, if there is a God. Everything else was left to humans...you don't get a "calling", you don't have visions unless you're mentally ill/have ESP (as Garret put it, Extra Special Powers, haha...ahem.), and the majority of life's decisions supposedly determined by God are most likely figments of the active, unfortunately overwishful human imagination. It is in the minds of these people that religion fills the gaps science cannot, though that will rapidly change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the REALLY offensive part - is die-hard religion is only for the weak and/or intellectually (and I'm not talking in terms of book smarts) deficient? Yes, that's probably true. The weak are afraid to challenge the beliefs that have been hammered into them since birth because their own feeble brains couldn't handle challenges of any sort. They're cowards too afraid to leave their comfort zones, the kind of people who sneer at anything outside their own narrow beliefs only because they're afriad they might actually be prove wrong...and they can't deal with that. They're the most despicable of all mankind - pigheaded, blueballed, pussy-like fair weather fans. They have violent little hissy fits whenever they see something like this written...as for the stupid people, well, that's simple enough to explain. They're just too dumb to be able to challenge, and in turn, strengthen themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next bit is easy...Christian rock can go down the pisser, thanks very much. It's like shorthand evangelism in the form of very badly written/performed/produced things attempting to disguise themselves as songs. It's something that's forced into your brain whether you like it or not - be you at a bookstore, regular store, event, whatever, you can at least call the cops or slam the door in the face of whatever creepy variety of evangelist is following you around. But music, on the other hand, can't be controlled nearly as easily...it's not under your power to turn it off, so as uncomfortable as it may make you to listen to it, you still have to. And it's always so much worse when, horror of horrors, people start &lt;em&gt;singing along&lt;/em&gt;. Evangelists as a whole bother me. Once again, hypocrisy dominates...don't go around knocking on rich people's doors, you morons. Go to some poor third-world country and tell them who you represent after helping them in some actually significant way. You'd be surprised how much better they like you than when you're standing on a street corner shoving unwanted Bibles in their unsuspecting faces. You'll get shot doing that, stupid. And for God's sake, after helping them, don't make them pray or read scripture or anything. Just &lt;em&gt;leave.&lt;/em&gt; They'll come around if they want. Force &amp;amp; pressure does no good. People don't tend to like jerks who come around and attempt to change thousand-year-old traditions in a week. In fact, they tend to hate it so much (as do I) that they want to hurt you. Brilliant, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, quit chewing on Dan Brown, J.K. Rowling, Monty Python's "Life of Brian", and curse words. It'll do you no good and I promise they're all perfectly harmless (as well as awesome). Long live Louis XIV, Modest Mouse, Amiel, Moulin Rouge!, prostitutes, strippers, porn, sex, dirt, petty crime, art, music, atheism - in short, &lt;em&gt;let life live!&lt;/em&gt; People will be people and there's absolutely no getting around that. Makes sense, doesn't it? To all you who don't possess the rare ability to think on a deeper level, no, it won't. But to the few to whom it does seem rather clear...well, good. I have treats for you sort - good songs to fan the flames of all this: "Theologians" by Wilco, "Bukowski" by Modest Mouse, "Arc of Time" and "Landlocked Blues" by Bright Eyes, "Sex Is Not The Enemy" by Garbage, "F.T.W" by the Vines...generally angry stuff disguised with pleasant melodies (but I'll warn you, the last one is pretty straightforward). Have a nice life, all of you...wish me and my unreligious soul with all its Luciferian tendencies good luck in hell. G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I hear if you make friends with Jesus Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you will get right up from that chalk outline, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and you'll get dolled up, and you'll dress in white, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all to take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in his &lt;em&gt;chorus line&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Bright Eyes, "Arc of Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Well we sat on the edge of the river, the crowd screamed, 'Sacrifice the liver!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If God takes life, he's an Indian giver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So tell me now why, you'll tell me never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Who would wanna be...who would wanna be such a control freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If God controls the land and disease, keeps a watchful eye on me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If he's really so damn mighty, my problem is I can't see, well - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Who would wanna be...who would wanna be such a control freak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;-Modest Mouse, "Bukowski"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And my personal favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Theologians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They don't know nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;About my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;About my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm an ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;An abyss in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Slow motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Slow motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Illitterati lumen fidei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;God is with us everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That illiterate light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Is with us every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Theologians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That don't know nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;About my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh they don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They thin my heart with little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And my life with change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh in so many ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I find more missing every day..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wilco, "Theologians"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, theologians are basically the same thing as evangelists, in case you didn't know. Nobody plays this stuff in public like they do Christian rock...so much for equal rights. Screw it all, and never, NEVER tell me nothing bad ever came out of being religious. It's very easy for evil to spring from the desire to do good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chew on &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-112175045872840472?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/112175045872840472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=112175045872840472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112175045872840472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/112175045872840472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/07/religionits-enough-to-make-me-puke.html' title='Religion...it&apos;s enough to make me puke'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111948496235905938</id><published>2005-06-22T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:02:42.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna, stickler extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>Learn to spell, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what?  I may seem really picky, boring, sticklerish, etc. when I say this, but it needs to be let out...anyone else think it's funny when people trying to write dramatically spell everything wrong?  I mean, if you're going to make a pitiful attempt at being serious, at least learn how to spell things...it really takes a LOT of power out of the punch you're trying to pack.  Think, you retards.  You'd be surprised at what a difference it makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now that I'm done playing the role of grandma, I'm bored.  Oh, guess what, I got a Xanga - but only because of the wickedly awesome "Now playing" feature and the fact that you can get music to play in the background. &lt;br /&gt;Argh, I shouldn't have complained about spelling because now I'm going to be extra careful not to make any mistakes at the risk of being a hypocrite.  By the way, that IS spelled right; I just checked.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE TICKETS HAVE ARRIVED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111948496235905938?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111948496235905938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111948496235905938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111948496235905938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111948496235905938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/06/anna-stickler-extraordinaire.html' title='Anna, stickler extraordinaire'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111880149447963657</id><published>2005-06-14T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T19:11:34.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://boss.streamos.com/download/capi001/fischerspooner/neverwin/video/neverwin_v100.mov"&gt;Fischerspooner!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111880149447963657?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111880149447963657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111880149447963657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111880149447963657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111880149447963657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/06/never-win.html' title='Never Win'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111846519352064493</id><published>2005-06-10T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:48:19.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss ME-50</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.zzounds.com/media/fit,325by400/quality,85/brand,zzounds/ME-50_DR_TMP-9c052597aa7afeb094d1606256aa7071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my baby...or in other words, something I can't afford unless it involves other people, erm, paying &lt;em&gt;for &lt;/em&gt;me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY/CHRISTMAS HINT HINT HINT!&lt;/span&gt; I guess I should explain why I'm so desperate: I'm getting rid of an old guitar and will be left with a more beat up but better second one. I want to start recording stuff, but without anything like this I'll only have slightly distorted or clean guitar with a slight variety in tone (crappy amp). With this I get loads of effects for under $300. Good, eh? I got to play with one the other day and it was &lt;em&gt;unbelieveably&lt;/em&gt; cool. Blue Orchid sounds so much better on it, too. Cash welcome. :D I'm only kidding...but nifty, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now playing on my iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Barely Legal" - The Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Float On" - Modest Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111846519352064493?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111846519352064493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111846519352064493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111846519352064493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111846519352064493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/06/boss-me-50.html' title='The Boss ME-50'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111836650546957204</id><published>2005-06-09T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:22:43.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POLITIK</title><content type='html'>There was something I wanted to talk about but totally forgot. Oh yeah! I'm announcing my official disassociation from the Republican party. Until I find one I like better, I'm not in one. I honestly couldn't figure out why I'd declared myself a supporter anyway; it's not like my parents both belong to it. Weird. Spontaneous political support...hmmm...like spontaneous combustion but more dangerous to my well-being. Suggestions are welcome as long as they don't include Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is meaningless to everybody but me: &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; (not the smiley, I mean the words.)&lt;br /&gt;Agh...I am very, very sore. And sunburned; for the first time in my life I am literally a redneck. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I got the new White Stripes cd! *does happy dance* I'm also debating getting Coldplay's new album, but they kinda bore me/get on my nerves after a while. For the kind of music they play, their stage presence is completely off. Headbanging to "Clocks"...??&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Anybody watch NCIS? I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;at them.&lt;br /&gt;Aw crap, Sarah, I still have your swim bag...and Monty Python from ages ago. Call me and I'll get it back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now playing on my iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"In My Place" - Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"The End Has No End" - The Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"No Phone" - Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"What To Do" - OK Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Hands Away" - Interpol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111836650546957204?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111836650546957204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111836650546957204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111836650546957204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111836650546957204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/06/politik.html' title='POLITIK'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111818833034611581</id><published>2005-06-07T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:53:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered this while reading a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend's Xanga. They went on for a few very long paragraphs about absolutely nothing worth reading - mainly cheesy song lyrics followed by some pseudo-deep theory about life. In reality they're a drugged up burnout that lacks ambition of any kind...they'll complain forever about how much life sucks and how people should speak out, but they'll never get out there and do anything about what they want changed. Bloody motherfucker. I hate people like that. I've gotta get out of here, away from gaywads like that, stupidity, and the routine way everything's run. Oh, and I forgot to mention the drama - only people who are bored with their mundane lives create it &amp; try to put it to use by forcing it on my poor tired ears. I could really care less who likes who or what other people wear. All you people I hate, PLEASE...just SHUT UP. Unless you've got something interesting to say that might matter in the whole scheme of things (y'know - not dealing with high school or clothes or hoes/man-hoes or your dull summer job), don't even bother talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's the end of my rant. I had to get that out; it was bothering me during supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my hypocritical world and ever-so-wonderful commercialized mainstream shallow television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got a job as a server at a local restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now playing on my iTunes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"While My Guitar Gently Weeps" - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Back in the USSR" - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Sexy Sadie" - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Hello Goodbye" - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Yellow Submarine" - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Take, Take, Take" - The White Stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111818833034611581?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111818833034611581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111818833034611581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111818833034611581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111818833034611581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/06/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111768798628224837</id><published>2005-06-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:53:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMMIT!</title><content type='html'>Gah...I've gone and done it again.  I got another virus on our computer and - dang.  Gotta go because my antivirus crap is telling me to restart.  Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111768798628224837?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111768798628224837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111768798628224837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111768798628224837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111768798628224837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/06/dammit.html' title='DAMMIT!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111767525512718666</id><published>2005-06-01T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:23:03.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://videos.antville.org/static/videos/images/gaybar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have, at long last, seen the infamous video for Electric Six's &lt;a href="http://www.cissme.com/bgroup/rm/xl/elect/video/xls158cd-01_rvh.ram"&gt;"Gay Bar"&lt;/a&gt;. GOD IS IT FUNNY! Kendra, this will make you feel better guaranteed... : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111767525512718666?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111767525512718666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111767525512718666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111767525512718666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111767525512718666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/06/gay-bar.html' title='Gay Bar'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111699157244205565</id><published>2005-05-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:27:42.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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;dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111699157244205565?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111699157244205565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111699157244205565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111699157244205565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111699157244205565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/mourning.html' title='Mourning'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111696716346337278</id><published>2005-05-24T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:54:47.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California or bust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="357" src="http://www.new-age.co.uk/images/glastonbury-2004-scissor-sisters-2-l.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Jake Shears, second sexiest beast alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got bit by a lizard yesterday. It didn't hurt or break the skin because it had no teeth, but it left a bruise on my hand that makes it look like I was gummed by a muppet, most likely Kermit the Frog. It was an adorable little thing, too. We let it go pretty soon after we caught it.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I fly to California! I'm not really looking forward to going, though...family vacations are always so structured and tour-guide-ish that I never have fun. Spontaneity in my house is virtually nonexistent - the parents are obsessed with minor historical details that I could really care less about. When we were in New Orleans, they wouldn't even let me go into a voodoo shop. Come on! Voodoo is the best thing about New Orleans (other than Mardi Gras), and they said it was a waste of time. Instead they delivered lengthy lectures about the history of the surrounding area and blahblahblahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;I need a boyfriend. And a job. Reading this over it's pretty obvious how bored I am. Maybe they'd keep me occupied...hey! Guess what?? I might have an interview coming up for a local restaurant job. Considering I got the lowest grade out of everyone in both my speech classes on interviewing for a job, though, I should be more worried.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the little paragraph that's supposed to introduce this blog is pretty retarded - I'll get around to changing it eventually. It's pretty weird to know that I've been keeping this for over a year now; normally I never get this far.&lt;br /&gt;More good news: I FINALLY discovered a concert that I'll be able to go to! w00tw00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THE PINK GREASE ALBUM! Graaaagh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now playing on my iTunes:&lt;br /&gt;"Helter Skelter" - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;"This Fffire" - Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;"Cecilia" - Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;"Let Go" - Frou Frou&lt;br /&gt;"Get What You Need" - Jet&lt;br /&gt;"What's In It For Me" - The Walkmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Music is the Victim" - Scissor Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111696716346337278?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111696716346337278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111696716346337278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111696716346337278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111696716346337278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/california-or-bust.html' title='California or bust!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111681610081640724</id><published>2005-05-22T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T19:41:40.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buaaaaaaaaahhhhh.......</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh man I'm out of it.  It's a bad idea to take an extra tablespoon, teaspoon, whatever, if you know you're going to be as out of it as I am.  Now I'm overly sleepy (not nondrowsy medicine)  and I totter a little when I walk...and I'm really, really hungry.  I hate colds.  I say the stupidist things when I've got them.  Take now as an example -bweeeeeee!  At least I feel fine aside from what the medicine did.  And my stomach hurts but that's just 'cause I have to pee.  Just thought you'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;Back to uploading stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for the unecessary info...but hey, it's me, so live with it.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT ELEFANT AND BLOC PARTY!!&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeeheehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111681610081640724?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111681610081640724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111681610081640724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111681610081640724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111681610081640724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/buaaaaaaaaahhhhh.html' title='Buaaaaaaaaahhhhh.......'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111638807939945848</id><published>2005-05-17T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:47:59.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Business</title><content type='html'>I got this in an e-mail from my dad.  It's pretty funny (my favorites are French Corporation, Japanese Corporation, Russian Corporation, and Republicanism), so check it out.  Back to hell...oh, I'm sorry, I mean finals...&lt;em&gt;Arnold likes the one with the big udders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLOBAL BUSINESS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMOCRATIC&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor has none.&lt;br /&gt;You feel guilty for being successful.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Streisand sings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPUBLICANISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor has none.&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIALIST&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNIST&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government seizes both and provides you with milk.&lt;br /&gt;You wait in line for hours to get it.&lt;br /&gt;It is expensive and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Under the new farm program the government pays you to shoot one, milk the&lt;br /&gt;other, and then pours the milk down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.&lt;br /&gt;You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised&lt;br /&gt;when one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating&lt;br /&gt;you have downsized and are reducing expenses. Your stock goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go to lunch and drink wine.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and&lt;br /&gt;produce twenty times the milk. They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded&lt;br /&gt;trains. Most are at the top of their class at cow school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent&lt;br /&gt;quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour. Unfortunately they also&lt;br /&gt;demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows but you don't know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some vodka.&lt;br /&gt;You count them and learn you have five cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some more vodka.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALIBAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.&lt;br /&gt;You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature' private parts.&lt;br /&gt;You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to&lt;br /&gt;milk production, such as opium... but use the money to buy weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRAQI CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;They go into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;They send radio tapes of their mooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLISH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two bulls.&lt;br /&gt;Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLORIDA CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have a black cow and a brown cow.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone votes for the best looking one.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote&lt;br /&gt;for the black one. Some people vote for both. Some people vote for neither.&lt;br /&gt;Some people can't figure out how to vote at all. Finally, a bunch of guys&lt;br /&gt;from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the best-looking cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have millions of cows.&lt;br /&gt;They  make real California cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Only five speak English.&lt;br /&gt;Most are illegals.&lt;br /&gt;Arnold likes the ones with the big udders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111638807939945848?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111638807939945848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111638807939945848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111638807939945848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111638807939945848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/global-business.html' title='Global Business'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111620173335703545</id><published>2005-05-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:08:33.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art show</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="440" src="http://www.brokenwindows.org/Franz%20Ferdinand%20Fibbers%2020031008/Franz%20Ferdinand%20Fibbers%2003.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The picture I drew a picture of. It lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are stupid. And guess what else! At my art show today I won...&lt;br /&gt;...a door prize. Still, it's better than nothing, I guess, but I worked for a freakin' month on that picture and it really was good - ask anyone who's seen it (other than my sister, of course). 4 charcoal sticks...makes me seriously think art isn't worth it at all. But that's ok, because I know exactly what I'm doing for next year. The one I entered was in pencil (markdown already for that), wasn't dark enough, and lacked a lot of contrast. Anyway, it was an honor just to be in it. A self-portrait in - yes, you guessed it - my new charcoal sticks will be started immediately. I've just got to ask Mother of Curried Chicken for gigantic graph paper &amp; a graphed transparency.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my retarded English project and finals crap. Gah! I almost forgot about Arrested Development coming on in half an hour. Well, I take that back. It probably won't be on at all with my luck, and besides, I think they've finally gone and cancelled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of being alive, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, you liar, there is no &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; you possibly like the cd I made you. You don't have to pretend to like it. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios and I'll come out of my room again when finals are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now playing on my iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Cecilia" - Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Gene Autry" - Beulah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Offend In Every Way" - The White Stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Lua" - Bright Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Another Love Song" - Queens of the Stone Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Lebanese Blonde" - Thievery Corporation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"The New Face of Zero and One" - The New Pornographers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111620173335703545?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111620173335703545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111620173335703545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111620173335703545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111620173335703545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/art-show.html' title='Art show'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111612145778671981</id><published>2005-05-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:45:44.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minute to myself at last...</title><content type='html'>Man, what a crap of a day. I tried getting up early to get some work done and that failed, so I overslept and almost made myself late for a surprise going-away party for one of my friends. Almost being late made me crabby pretty much that whole time. Anyway, I've never liked parties (nothing against this one in particular, though) because I'm shy and usually I don't know/like half the people there. Strange thing, though - I love parties where I've never met anyone at all &amp; they get crazy...those are the BEST. Back to what I was saying...I had to leave that early and go work on an English project until 6:30, then come home and scrub down the bathroom &amp;amp; do other fun chores. So I haven't really sat down until now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just &lt;em&gt;melt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as for your question about the ceiling, Sarah, it goes something like this: I was sitting on the couch at your house being bored because somebody over there had just said something really dull when I looked up at your ceiling. When I'm bored like that, weird thoughts run through my head, and the one that happened to come up just then was, "I wonder if I could touch her ceiling." I even contemplated getting up and trying it, but I figured I'd just get a bunch of really weird looks and decided it wasn't worth it. I will eventually, though, because I MUST know if it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go now...I'll watch tv or someting else lazy...I sure do need it.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now playing on my iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Such Great Heights" by Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Obstacle 2" by Interpol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Get What You Need" by Jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Public Service Announcement" by the Bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Is This It" by the Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111612145778671981?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111612145778671981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111612145778671981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111612145778671981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111612145778671981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/minute-to-myself-at-last.html' title='A minute to myself at last...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111585212659893287</id><published>2005-05-11T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T15:59:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You keep on telling me these pretty little lies..."</title><content type='html'>I got the Louis XIV album (The Best Little Secrets are Kept) last night!  It's well worth buying unless you think clean things like kite-flying are more fun.  Kinda like Amiel's "Red Room", if you know what I mean.  ^~  What a great cd...I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111585212659893287?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111585212659893287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111585212659893287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111585212659893287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111585212659893287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-keep-on-telling-me-these-pretty.html' title='&quot;You keep on telling me these pretty little lies...&quot;'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111577811288017299</id><published>2005-05-10T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:21:52.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest thing in the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.famousgallery.com/acc29.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.famousgallery.com/pics/acc/sunkentreasure.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$88 bucks and it's sooooo cute...I'm saving up for it.  If anybody else within a hundred-mile radius of me dares to buy this, I'll personally hunt them down and kill them.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111577811288017299?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111577811288017299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111577811288017299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111577811288017299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111577811288017299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/cutest-thing-in-world.html' title='Cutest thing in the world!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111543690713079877</id><published>2005-05-06T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:00:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts in my head as of now</title><content type='html'>Thoughts: I wonder if could touch Sarah's ceiling. What the hell are they saying in this song (don't know what, it was on the radio)? And once again - who gives the kids in boarding school their haircuts? I should really go to bed...so buenas noches a Uds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111543690713079877?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111543690713079877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111543690713079877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111543690713079877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111543690713079877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/thoughts-in-my-head-as-of-now.html' title='Thoughts in my head as of now'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111543663084895099</id><published>2005-05-06T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:01:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative mix</title><content type='html'>I made another awesome mix for someone today. Here's the tracklisting...once again, because I'm bored enough to actually put it in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bright Eyes - "First Day of My Life"&lt;br /&gt;2. The Dandy Warhols - "Horse Pills"&lt;br /&gt;3. The Futureheads - "Hounds of Love"&lt;br /&gt;4. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - "Date With The Night"&lt;br /&gt;5. Gorillaz - "Feel Good Inc."&lt;br /&gt;6. Beck - "E-Pro"&lt;br /&gt;7. Tegan and Sara - "Walking With a Ghost"&lt;br /&gt;8. Louis XIV - "A Letter to Dominique"&lt;br /&gt;9. Queens of the Stone Age - "Little Sister"&lt;br /&gt;10. The White Stripes - "Blue Orchid"&lt;br /&gt;11. Eisley - "Marvelous Things"&lt;br /&gt;12. Franz Ferdinand - "Take Me Out [Crash Berlin remix]"&lt;br /&gt;13. Kaiser Chiefs - "I Predict A Riot"&lt;br /&gt;14. Scissor Sisters - "Take Your Mama"&lt;br /&gt;15. Michael Andrews - "Mad World"&lt;br /&gt;16. The Bravery - "An Honest Mistake"&lt;br /&gt;17. Kasabian - "Club Foot"&lt;br /&gt;18. Handsome Boy Modeling School - "Breakdown (ft. Jack Johnson)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost put Bloc Party on there, too. I know the person I made it for will hate it, but I don't care. It's a great cd to me and that's all that matters. Yaaa...that sounded selfish but it wasn't supposed to. What I meant was that I'm happy that it turned out great in my opinion; after all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder - and in mine Ben Affleck is UGLY (just thought I'd throw that in, you know...why not...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is such an abused, awesome thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAH! Tell me this is not an awesome bit of lyricism: "You put the art in retarted!" They spell retarded wrong, yeh, I know. Oh, and "The anatomy of kisses and teachers who try, who know I will disappear." That's going on my wall...this summer I'm painting my bedroom really crazy, and one of the walls is going to have my favorite quotes all over it. Maybe I should paint my whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now playing on my iTunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Obstacle 2" by Interpol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"No Brakes" by the Bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"The Ballad of John and Yoko" by the Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Cousin Chris" by the Fiery Furnaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111543663084895099?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111543663084895099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111543663084895099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111543663084895099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111543663084895099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/alternative-mix.html' title='Alternative mix'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111530227756485877</id><published>2005-05-05T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:11:17.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Cool phrases/words that just popped into my head:  &lt;br /&gt;"Sexcellent"&lt;br /&gt;"Freaker"&lt;br /&gt;"Hot damn!"&lt;br /&gt;"That &lt;e&gt;guero&lt;/e&gt; is walkin' down the street with a mullet and a popsicle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111530227756485877?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111530227756485877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111530227756485877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111530227756485877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111530227756485877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111526510636368275</id><published>2005-05-04T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:51:46.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK Go</title><content type='html'>WAAAAAIIIT!  I forgot to post something before I published that other one, so...ahem.  OK Go getting big in that way is exactly the way I don't want them to.  It means I'll be forced to become part of the big crowd that likes them.  Then I won't feel special and I'll be just like every other kid out there...I don't want to be another face in the audience.  You can if you want to, but I'd rather stand out in the small, barely noticeable way that I can.  Being normal is so...&lt;em&gt;boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111526510636368275?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111526510636368275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111526510636368275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111526510636368275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111526510636368275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-go.html' title='OK Go'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111526468183371316</id><published>2005-05-04T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:45:42.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts: Digital cameras and group projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posters.westbalkanonline.com/speedlist/FP1425%20shrek%202%20-%20cats%20eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awwwwwww. 'Ow can you resist eyes like zeez.&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts for today: Going it alone really does everyone more good, The Roaming Buttons would be a good name for a band, impatience is a gift, I need a haircut and a nicer way of saying things. Oh, and I'll never be really talented at anything...and my math teacher does &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; look like Quentin Tarantino (much more like David Letterman really). I also need a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;With that aside, I need to get out my anger at GROUP PROJECTS. Since I'm trying to cuss less - like everyone says, blahblahblah it doesn't make you cool et cetera, that's not why I do it in the first place; I only unleash the language when I'm mad which is also unfortunately when I choose to write in this blog - I'll try not to totally go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...I'm never being in a group for Spanish again. Not this one, anyway - they never did any work so I've had to write the script for our video and everything. Now that we've filmed our project, the video's only 4 minutes long - and it's supposed to be 10-20. The girl that was supposed to help me make it longer tonight never showed up and so I have to go up to school early tomorrow and finish filming. Afterwards, I have to go home and complete the editing bit, then burn it to DVD and go back to school...hopefully in time for art and science. I've got 2 other huge projects due in those classes. BWAAAH! Hey, no bad words. Good deal. Doesn't matter, I guess. I'll only fall into the habit again over the summer. Effing school.&lt;br /&gt;We're doing Shrek 2, by the way. Cute movie!&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT AN iPOD! WOOOOOOOOOO! *happy dance* It's the new aqua-blue kind. *smooches it* Bummer, though, it's almost full. Only 227 more songs can go on it.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my hell of a doomed project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now playing on my iTunes:&lt;br /&gt;"Obstacle 2" by Interpol&lt;br /&gt;"Go It Alone" by Beck&lt;br /&gt;"You Were the Last High" by the Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;"The Show Must Go On [Original film version]" byAnthony Weigh&lt;br /&gt;"Do It Again" by Queens of the Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Sorry" by Rooney                                                                                                                         "Better In Hoboken" by Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111526468183371316?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111526468183371316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111526468183371316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111526468183371316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111526468183371316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-thoughts-digital-cameras-and.html' title='Random thoughts: Digital cameras and group projects'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111482156862915339</id><published>2005-04-29T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:39:28.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lollapalooza!</title><content type='html'>Whoa...I just read this year's Lollapalooza lineup, and it's gonna be one crazy freakin' &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; 2 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111482156862915339?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111482156862915339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111482156862915339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111482156862915339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111482156862915339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/04/lollapalooza.html' title='Lollapalooza!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111481830576270672</id><published>2005-04-29T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T16:45:05.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muah.</title><content type='html'>Whaaaaat the heck.  First of all, I'm bored out of my living mind (what's new?).  Second of all, I'm still in a weirdly intolerant mood; other people are getting on my nerves really easily.  Third...there isn't really a third...but there's a really hot guy in my first hour that sits behind me now.  I think I'll try to talk to him one of these days - "HEEEEEY, you're left-handed TOO??  No WAY!"  He'll think I'm an idiot, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm trying to fix my iPod since Windows Media Player totally screwed it up.  I was robbed of a whole 25 meg.  That's a very vauable 25 meg, by the way.  Man, I'm bored.  I had plans but canceled them.  What the reason was I have no idea...I just felt like staying in, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Agh!  Now I'm totally rambling!  Ooo, I have good news, though - I think I got a really good grade on my most recent math test.  This will be the first one I haven't failed in almost, let's see, 4 months?  The teacher hates me for it.  Oh well.  He's the cause...well, sort of, if you leave out me being lazy...but seriously, he's no help at all.  Me and my friend have lists of stupid things he says.  I should post mine one of these days just for yuks.  It's all that keeps me occupied in that hell of a class.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111481830576270672?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111481830576270672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111481830576270672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111481830576270672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111481830576270672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/04/muah.html' title='Muah.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111414955781390907</id><published>2005-04-21T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:59:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First...and then</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="My new guitar!" src="http://www.smalltownbluesman.de/strat/images/gl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that title. It's just from a song I've kinda got stuck in my head. So, I'm gonna bend to peer pressure and talk about the storm tonight like every other person on my buddy list seems to be doing. There's not much to say about it, really, since the only time I even noticed anything was going on at all was when it fuzzed up my tv screen.&lt;br /&gt;Waaah, I'm hungry, it's midnight, and I've still got a science test to study for. Oh, and I've got to get up at five tomorrow, which also happens to be my birthday. It's going downhill already. Classic. Oh well, I'll try to make the best of it. Dunno what I'm gonna do for fun, though. It'd be nice to be left to myself for once, I guess. Maybe I'll just sit in my room and sleep or something since I've already had a party and the family's going to be around. Watching a few movies wouldn't be bad either...maybe Ocean's 12 and American Splendor as long as my mum doesn't talk during them. Buaaaah...call me if you want to go somewhere cheap...I sure will need it by the end of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Agh! Yesterday one of my friends said they hope OK Go hits the big time. I was offended. What's mainstream is not necessarily what's cool; in fact, that's really antihip in the music world. You've got to stay noticed &amp; on the edge at most, but no more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. My stomach really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME NEWS!! My new guitar's in, and it's &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;. G&amp;amp;L Tribute S-500 Premium in Cherry Burst...muahaha! I've never owned anything this good. I should be in a fairly good mood for the next week because of this beauty. *smooches everyone* See?? It's all good with this guitar. I put a pic of what it kinda looks like at the top.&lt;br /&gt;Owowow. Too many caffeine pills, I guess. G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now playing:&lt;br /&gt;"Tits on the Radio" by the Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Ask Me" byOK Go&lt;br /&gt;"She's Got Something To Say To Me" by the Vines&lt;br /&gt;"Walk Idiot Walk" by the Hives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Vice" by Razorlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111414955781390907?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111414955781390907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111414955781390907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111414955781390907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111414955781390907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/04/firstand-then.html' title='First...and then'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111414495324435533</id><published>2005-04-21T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:42:33.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Little Sister"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stonerrock.com/jukebox/Queens_of_the_Stone_Age-Little_Sister.mp3"&gt;Little Sister mp3&lt;/a&gt; for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111414495324435533?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111414495324435533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111414495324435533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111414495324435533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111414495324435533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-sister.html' title='&quot;Little Sister&quot;'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111387499289547742</id><published>2005-04-18T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:43:12.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More wonderful thoughts about my friends...</title><content type='html'>So I was reading someone's blog today and realized something.  Most of my best friends don't give a flying fuck about anyone other than themselves.  Not all of them are that way, though, but there are the ones who judge based on the high school class system and are to unintelligent to be original about pretty much everything.  But what this really all comes down to is me getting tired of being used like a fucking piece of damp Kleenex to wipe off everyone else's tears.  I need someone to talk to too, you know, but I can't exactly do that if I'm interrupted in the middle of every other sentence.  One of my friends (no names will be given here) pretends to care and then launches into a monologue about the new shirt she bought without a care in the world.  A typical conversation between us would go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Her: "So, how was your day?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, my parents both got eaten by rampant tigers while they were at the zoo, my house burned down so I've lost everything, my sister got sent off to a boarding school in Switzerland, and - "&lt;br /&gt;Her: "GAAAAWD, THAT GUY'S FIIINE!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " - and I'm pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;Her: "That sucks.  So I got this really cute halter on Saturday..."&lt;br /&gt;Another thing before I go calm down with my guitar - anyone else noticed that more atheists/non-Christians are better people than the super churchy types?  I sure have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111387499289547742?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111387499289547742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111387499289547742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111387499289547742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111387499289547742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-wonderful-thoughts-about-my.html' title='More wonderful thoughts about my friends...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111317173579215000</id><published>2005-04-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:27:02.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring's here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="262" src="http://www.louisxiv.net/SXSW/ShadowsWithJimmy.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Man, I can't wait for finals and the end of school. It's way too nice to be stuck inside listening to my math teacher telling us to "scribble this in the margin" and "staaaaaaaaaaare up here, folks." Gah. No wonder I'm failing that class...he's such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;So I finally saw Lost In Translation last weekend - it was really good. Muah! The part with Bill Murray and the treadmill made me crack up.&lt;br /&gt;Ooo! And guess what else I did! I've ripped off another 9 CDs at no cost whatsoever and would've gotten at least 10 more but there was a freaking limit and I was running out of time anyway. Phantom Planet...My Chemical Romance...The New Pornographers...The Walkmen...The Libertines...The Shins...and Pretty Girls Make Graves. I can't remember the others. They're all pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of people. The annoying ones never shut up about themselves and their miniscule problems...I would say more if I knew they didn't read this. But life's cruel and they do, so I'll kindly refrain from hurting any feelings.&lt;br /&gt;MAAAAAN I LOVE LOUIS XIV! "D-D-D-Dominique I hope you're feelin' better, you looked so cute writing out your own death letter." :D They're such asses, and you can hear them sneering when they sing, but it's the stuff of (perverted) genius for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Adios! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111317173579215000?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111317173579215000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111317173579215000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111317173579215000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111317173579215000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/04/springs-here.html' title='Spring&apos;s here...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111237290554266866</id><published>2005-04-01T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:28:25.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tru Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahayessss!  They brought Tru Calling back for a second season and everybody had been saying it was cancelled.  Guess not...the premiere was SO good.  Her new maybe-love interest is way cooler &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; cuter than the last guy.  Anyway, the bad news is that they're still planning on booting out Arrested Development.  I don't see what they could possibly put on there that would be better, so they should just keep it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning "Little Wing" by Jimi Hendrix.  It's really not nearly as hard as Shaun said it was.  Agh, I hate how we always end up making it about halfway through a song and then he gets bored with it so I end up never learning the rest - and they're all way too hard for me to figure out on my own.  I'm terrible enough at transcribing as it is.  Anyway, what I was about to say was that I hope I make it all the way through this one.  I don't like being able to play only little fragments of songs.&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up at FIVE today.  I can never get out of bed and I'm always so out of it on regular days, so this wasn't much better.  I was awoken by my dad and thought he was an alien.  As if that wasn't weird enough on its own, I thought (when I was still in an extremely dazed state) to myself that it was perfectly normal that he was an alien.  Stuff like this makes me seriously wonder about jacked up stuff would run through my head if I was high.  I mean, if I'm this wack when I'm totally sober, what am I like when I'm not?  Heh..weird thought there.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo!  Speaking of weird thoughts, my sister came up with a really good one yesterday:  How do people in boarding school get haircuts?  Do they go to a barber or do it themselves?  Is there an in-school stylist?  You never know with these things.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for Terry Schiavo and her husband - I'm glad she finally was let go.  I definitely wouldn't want to end up like that, and I think people should simply respect his wishes, though I do understand why her family was reluctant to let her go.  Still, after 15 years you'd think they'd believe what the doctors were saying about her never coming back.  The people coming up with bullshit about her crying and getting beaten by her husband and are so full of crap.  Just let go...she's in abetter place now anyway.  Besides, if I were so concerned about my looks that I was bulimic I wouldn't want to end up looking like that.  She used to be pretty, too.&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAH I'm out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Music playing right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Axis: Bold as Love" by Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Natural Disasters" by Enon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The View" by Modest Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The Ballad of John and Yoko" by the Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Meet Me in the Red Room" by Amiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Between Love &amp;amp; Hate" by the Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111237290554266866?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111237290554266866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111237290554266866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111237290554266866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111237290554266866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/04/tru-calling.html' title='Tru Calling'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111195261070234183</id><published>2005-03-27T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:43:30.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis XIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wm.atlrec.com/louis_xiv/video/findingout_450.wmv"&gt;Louis XIV - "Finding Out True Love Is Blind"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111195261070234183?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111195261070234183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111195261070234183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111195261070234183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111195261070234183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/03/louis-xiv.html' title='Louis XIV'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111136661465110346</id><published>2005-03-20T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T17:00:47.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.machineworks.org/images/movies/titles/c/caddyshack.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I had to break for a bowl of fresh strawberries...yummm...anyway, I'm extremely bored. Arrested Development is getting its season ended early by Fox! They're total morons at that station, I swear. They already got rid of Keen Eddie and Tru Calling.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner conversation with my parents today consisted of a deep examination of what color to sponge paint the bathroom and their general dissaproval of what my mom calls 'potty humor'. And yes, she really did use those exact words...see why I'm sick of being treated the way I am? Life is &lt;em&gt;so boring&lt;/em&gt;. I can't talk to them about anything. Sometimes that's good though, because it keeps them naive enough to believe that the reason I've been getting the mail so often lately is just that I want to be more responsible. Haha, luckily they don't know it's because I'm pulling a D+ in math. I plan to forge my report card. It won't be hard; I learned how to get the envelope open without ripping it on That 70's Show.&lt;br /&gt;AAAGH! The Killers concert is totally sold out! Goddammit. The one concert I could've gone to this year and my dad tells me one day too late that I can go. Piss off, world. I'm mad. Maybe I can win some on the radio or something if I'm lucky, but I really doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala...still bored...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go do some homework for once. I have to look some crap on here, anyway. I don't see the point of doing homework when I get how to do everything - it's such a waste of time and grades. If only dumb people could learn things faster, life would be a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I updated my profile and added a better picture along with a "Caddyshack" sound clip. Good movie - I saw it this weekend. Bill Murray's HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;Time to go. Laundry and homework are being thrown at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Playing while I posted: "Hey Joe" by Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;"Eight Days A Week" by the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;"Long Time Coming" by the Zutons&lt;br /&gt;"Old Soul Song (For the New World Order)" by Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You 'Cause I Have To" by Dogs Die In Hot Cars&lt;br /&gt;"Midnight Show" by the Killers&lt;br /&gt;"Tits on the Radio" by the Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;"Mad Man" by the Hives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7044353-111136661465110346?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111136661465110346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111136661465110346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111136661465110346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111136661465110346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff-continued.html' title='Stuff continued'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111136381391272048</id><published>2005-03-20T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:10:13.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>I saw Hitch today!  It was good...almost worth my money.  I also got bored this afternoon when I was supposed to be studying for a math test and...hold on...dessert beckons...&lt;br /&gt;Playing while I posted:&lt;br /&gt;"Never Done Nothing Like That Before" by Supergrass&lt;br /&gt;"TV Pro" by the Vines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111136381391272048?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111136381391272048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111136381391272048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111136381391272048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111136381391272048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111085482856830546</id><published>2005-03-14T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:47:08.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CD fun</title><content type='html'>I made somebody the coolest cd ever today...here's the tracklisting just because I'm so bored I have to do &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to keep myself occupied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Scissor Sisters - "Laura"&lt;br /&gt;2.  Tegan and Sara - "Walking With A Ghost"&lt;br /&gt;3.  The Von Bondies - "C'mon C'mon"&lt;br /&gt;4.  Razorlight - "Golden Touch"&lt;br /&gt;5.  Eisley - "One Day I Slowly Floated Away"&lt;br /&gt;6.  Interpol - "Slow Hands"&lt;br /&gt;7.  The Strokes - "Reptilia"&lt;br /&gt;8.  The Darkness - "I Believe In A Thing Called Love"&lt;br /&gt;9.  The Zutons - "Pressure Point"&lt;br /&gt;10.  The Fiery Furnaces - "Tropical Ice-Land"&lt;br /&gt;11.  Muse - "Time Is Running Out"&lt;br /&gt;12.  The White Stripes - "Fell In Love With A Girl"&lt;br /&gt;13.  Hot Hot Heat - "Talk To Me, Dance With Me"&lt;br /&gt;14.  The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - "Y Control"&lt;br /&gt;15.  Dogs Die In Hot Cars - "I Love You 'Cause I Have To"&lt;br /&gt;16.  Franz Ferdinand - "The Dark of the Matinee"&lt;br /&gt;17.  The Hives - "Hate To Say I Told You So"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there ya go.  It's kind of a 'best of' mix of my collection, but there were loads more I wanted to put on.  Blah.  Back to my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111085482856830546?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111085482856830546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111085482856830546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111085482856830546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111085482856830546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/03/cd-fun.html' title='CD fun'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-111034972450325635</id><published>2005-03-08T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:28:44.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't click this link please...</title><content type='html'>Don't click this...it's just for a project I'm doing and the only way I could get it to download was to put it on here.  &lt;a href="http://www.abelspiano.com/nadia.mp3"&gt;Nadia's Theme mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-111034972450325635?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/111034972450325635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=111034972450325635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111034972450325635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/111034972450325635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-click-this-link-please.html' title='Don&apos;t click this link please...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110971670379999680</id><published>2005-03-01T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:38:23.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>Good times - I got a stand-up easel today!!  Now I can finally start building up my portfolio.  Just thought I'd add that in since it totally made my day.  Off I go to find a stupid video of a carriage...this bloody project is really wasting loads of my time.  Oh, well, at least most of us are having fun along the way.  Now back to work - adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Playing while I posted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Meet Me in the Red Room [Original film version]" by Amiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"The Way It Is" by the Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110971670379999680?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110971670379999680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110971670379999680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110971670379999680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110971670379999680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_01.html' title=': )'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110964600595711893</id><published>2005-02-28T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:00:05.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the day</title><content type='html'>Did you know toothpaste can explode?  Mine did this morning (not that it's terribly important but if you're going to whine about it being boring then just leave), all over my had and my toothbrush and my counter.  It was weird...this humongous bubble pushed a bunch of it of out when I squeezed the tube; not exactly an explosion but it's the closest I've ever seen in my house.  Somehow this led to me thinking about my blog and how retarded it would be if I put that in there.  After deciding to do so for the sole purpose of being totally stupid, I started wondering why I never write about anything like friend &amp; guy &amp;amp; daily event crap here.  I guess I don't really care all that much about it...the way I think is very different from other people, so that's part of it too...but sometimes I wish I weren't like I am.  Then I could just wander around blending in with the crowd instead of constantly being uncomfortable being someone I don't want to be or shutting myself up in order to avoid standing out.  I've mainly resorted to the last one because I can still be me.  Can't wait to get out of here - I'll be able to start over around people who won't know me 2,000 or so miles away from here.  That'll be awesome.  Know what, though?  I'm myself &lt;em&gt;here (&lt;/em&gt;Note:  I do leave out names of people I don't like and avoid posting my most radical ideas because they aren't very nice...but aside from that...). &lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else noticed how off the time is on my posts??&lt;br /&gt;Gah!  CSI Miami's coming on - must go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Playing while I posted was:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Return to Oz" by the Scissor Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"I Wanna Be the Boy to Warm Your Mother's Heart" by the White Stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Sister Sneaker Sister Soul" by My Latest Novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Factory" by the Vines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110964600595711893?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110964600595711893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110964600595711893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110964600595711893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110964600595711893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/02/thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughts of the day'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110895962205623111</id><published>2005-02-20T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:20:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paris Hilton phone hack</title><content type='html'>This just in!  I have here a link to Paris Hilton's contacts list from her cell phone that got hacked this morning.  She deserves it, the whore.  Anyway, there's a few intersting people on the list, so I suggest you &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/twilightx/329420.html"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks, 'Alisa'.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110895962205623111?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110895962205623111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110895962205623111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110895962205623111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110895962205623111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/02/paris-hilton-phone-hack.html' title='The Paris Hilton phone hack'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110894006743012222</id><published>2005-02-20T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T14:54:27.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweater Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buriedlede.com/projects/sweater13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everybody, you &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; check this guy out. He's got an awesome bad sweater collection and sometimes the little comments he's got to go along with them are pretty funny. It's &lt;a href="http://www.buriedlede.com/projects/sweater.html"&gt;THE SWEATER PROJECT&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, and the Eisley links don't work unless you open the URL with Windows Media Player. Sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110894006743012222?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110894006743012222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110894006743012222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110894006743012222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110894006743012222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/02/sweater-project.html' title='The Sweater Project'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110875941549166624</id><published>2005-02-18T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:08:39.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Marvelous Things"</title><content type='html'>This the song for next year's Frolics (musicians still wanted except for a singer) : &lt;a href="http://www.warnerreprise.com/asx/eisley_marvelous-things_300-v.asx"&gt;"Marvelous Things"&lt;/a&gt; by Eisley. And just because their other song is good too, here's &lt;a href="http://www.warnerreprise.com/asx/eisley_telescopeeyes-252-video_300-v.asx"&gt;"Telescope Eyes"&lt;/a&gt;.  Do the copy shortcut thing and paste it in the 'Open URL' thing on Windows Media Player, cuz otherwise it doesn't work.  Anyway...anybody know what the "Where's Waldo?" logo looks like?  I need to know REALLY bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110875941549166624?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110875941549166624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110875941549166624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110875941549166624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110875941549166624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/02/marvelous-things.html' title='&quot;Marvelous Things&quot;'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110851897985833166</id><published>2005-02-15T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:56:19.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grammies</title><content type='html'>So...the Grammies were totally disappointing, but that was kind of expected.  It's all R&amp;B/rap crap, and even then the judges have been payed off.  Neither the Scissor Sisters nor Franz Ferdinand won anything - America is a musical shithole.  I can't wait to get out of here.  No more Green Day, no more Linkin Park, and thank GOD no more John Mayer, Maroon 5, or Usher. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bad music, American Idol's on.  I hate that show.  It gets worse with every passing year...so maybe instead of sitting down hear trying to drown out the sounds of people getting squished by Simon Cowell, I'll go upstairs and finish watching Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (CRAZY cool movie!).  Wait, no, I've got a Fiery Furnaces EP to download.  It sucks that you can't download the full Eisley album, or I would've done that instead.&lt;br /&gt;Heh...I kinda though I was going crazy for a second.  My AIM window was up, and there was an ad for 'Cursed' playing, but I didn't see it so I thought I was suddenly scizophrenic.  I worry too much about that, but I've been paranoid ever since I took this officialish-looking quiz that said I was schizotypal, which is where you sort of imagine seeing things in your peripheral vision and hear little noises too.  Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and again - musicians wanted for the next Frolics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110851897985833166?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110851897985833166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110851897985833166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110851897985833166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110851897985833166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/02/grammies.html' title='The Grammies'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110833651879942810</id><published>2005-02-13T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:09:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is the victim...</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else noticed how bad the names of Christian bands are? You've got things like 4 Him, Craig &amp;amp; David (like the food catalog, but with a dude named Craig instead), and 3 Day (ripoff of Three Days' Grace). I dunno...I shouldn't get annoyed about God-ish oriented bands, but they get on my nerves for some reason, probably because I feel like I'm being forced into someone preach at me - and technically that's true. Plus people shouldn't try to be cool if they're not. That's the other half of it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in doing a Von Bondies or Scissor Sisters song for next February? Email me if you are a...bassist, pianist, extra guitarist who doesn't want the solo, drummer, singer.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I almost forgot. Yesterday I saw the extra-unedited version of "Filthy/Gorgeous" on accident. It easily comes within centimeters of being porn, but Jake Shears is so damn hot I had to watch. Too bad he's gay. : (&lt;br /&gt;Back to work I go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110833651879942810?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110833651879942810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110833651879942810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110833651879942810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110833651879942810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-is-victim.html' title='Music is the victim...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110711389213210668</id><published>2005-01-30T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T11:38:12.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>47 Things To Do At Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>Haha, I thought this was pretty dang funny.  I've actually done some of this stuff accidentally or out of sheer boredom.  Maybe I'll make this my checklist, like that one book that gives you 365 totally crazy things to do (ex. staging and filming a mugging in front of a gas station).  Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take shopping carts for the express purpose of filling them and stranding them at strategic locations.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ride those little electronic cars at the front of the store.&lt;br /&gt;3. Set all the alarm clocks to go off at ten-minute intervals throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;4. Contaminate the entire auto department by sampling all the spray air fresheners.&lt;br /&gt;5. Challenge other customers to duels with tubes of gift-wrap. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; (check!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave cryptic messages on the typewriters.&lt;br /&gt;7. Re-dress the mannequins as you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;8. When there are people behind you, walk really slowly, especially in thin aisles.  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(check!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Walk up to an employee and tell him in an official tone, "I think we've got a code 3 in housewares," and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;10. Turn all the radios to polka stations; then turn them off and turn the volume up to full blast. 11. Play with the automatic doors.  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(DEFINITELY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Walk up to complete strangers and say, "Hi. I haven't seen you in so long." etc. See if they play along.&lt;br /&gt;13. While walking through the clothing department, ask yourself loud enough for all to hear, "Who buys this crap anyway?!" &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(yup...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ride a display bicycle through the store; claim you are taking it for a test drive.&lt;br /&gt;15. Follow people through the aisles, staying about 5 feet behind them. Do this until they leave the store.&lt;br /&gt;16. Play soccer with a group of friends, using the entire store as your playing field.&lt;br /&gt;17. As the cashier runs your purchase over the scanner, look mesmerized and say, "Wow, magic!"&lt;br /&gt;18. Put M&amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;19. Move "Caution : Wet Floor" signs to carpeted areas.&lt;br /&gt;20. Set up a tent in the camping department; tell others you will only invite them in if they bring pillows from Bed and Bath.&lt;br /&gt;21. Test the fishing rods and see what you can catch from other aisles.&lt;br /&gt;22. Ask other customers if they have any Grey Poupon.&lt;br /&gt;23. Drape a blanket around your shoulders and run around saying, "I'm Batman. Come Robin, to the Batcave."&lt;br /&gt;24. Randomly throw things over into neighboring aisles.&lt;br /&gt;25. When someone asks you if you need help, begin to cry and say, "Why won't you people just leave me alone?"&lt;br /&gt;26. When 2 or 3 people are walking ahead of you, run between them yelling "Red Rover."&lt;br /&gt;27. Make up nonsense products and ask employees if there are any in stock. (i.e.: Shnerples)&lt;br /&gt;28. Take up an entire aisle in toys by setting up a full-scale battle with G.I. Joe vs. X-men.&lt;br /&gt;29. Take bets on the battle from above.&lt;br /&gt;30. Test the brushes and combs in cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;31. While handling guns in the hunting department, suddenly ask the clerk where the anti-depressants are. Act as spastic as possible.&lt;br /&gt;32. Hold indoor shopping cart races.&lt;br /&gt;33. Dart around suspiciously while humming the theme from Mission Impossible.  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(haha, yes, sadly enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Attempt to fit into very large gym bags.&lt;br /&gt;35. Attempt to fit others into very large gym bags.&lt;br /&gt;36. Say things like, "Would you be so kind as to direct me to your Twinkies."&lt;br /&gt;37. Set up a "Valet Parking" sign in front of the store.&lt;br /&gt;38. Two words: Marco Polo&lt;br /&gt;39. Leave Cheerios in lawn and garden, pillows in the pet section, etc.&lt;br /&gt;40. "Re-alphabetize" the CD's.&lt;br /&gt;41. When someone steps away from his or her cart to look at something, quickly make off with it without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;42. Relax in the patio furniture until you get kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;43. When an announcement comes over the loudspeaker, drop to your knees and scream, "No, no, its those voices again."&lt;br /&gt;44. Pay off layaways 50 cents at a time.&lt;br /&gt;45. Drag a lounge chair over to the magazines and relax. Go to the food court, buy a drink, and explain that you don't get out much and ask if they can put a little umbrella in it.&lt;br /&gt;46. Try to hold up customers with the toy guns. See how much you can make.&lt;br /&gt;47. Run around then fall down in front of people and see what they say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110711389213210668?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110711389213210668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110711389213210668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110711389213210668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110711389213210668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/01/47-things-to-do-at-wal-mart.html' title='47 Things To Do At Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110611056497730599</id><published>2005-01-18T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:56:04.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yessss...</title><content type='html'>My day is made!  And GOD, he's sooo hot...oh, but there were two minor downers today:  Jake Shears is gay (boohoo, he was my backup future husband in case Alex Kapranos dies or something, and he's totally fine too), and I got a 41% on my math test - yes, that's &lt;em&gt;percent.&lt;/em&gt;  So, aside from that, today was totally AWESOME!  Can't wait till this weekend, either. Goodniiiiight...XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110611056497730599?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110611056497730599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110611056497730599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110611056497730599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110611056497730599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/01/yessss.html' title='Yessss...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110575427493932834</id><published>2005-01-14T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T17:58:58.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckfest '05</title><content type='html'>Man, life is crap. My parents have just now chosen to tell me that they're not paying at &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; for me to go to college, I got chewed out by my math teacher this morning (the one day I forget my homework at school, the asshole collects it), and I'm getting so much homework I never get done until before midnight. Somebody help me, PLEASE. I can't cope. Everything I've had to look forward to or enjoyed is getting thrown out the window, possibly including Arrested Development, which must mean the world's going to end...I mean, hey, if Fox cancelled that, nothing can possibly be going right. Anyway, it just makes me want to quit school so I can get out of here asap. I'm not going to get to go to college anyway unless I win the lottery - the parents were dead serious - so what does school matter anymore? I'm smart, but they seem to think that that automatically signs me up for some 9-to-5 dull day job in the suburbs...so I've quit applying myself. That makes them more mad and now they just consider me totally stupid, especially my dad. And they wonder why I want to go to an overseas school...retards. I've just got to get somewhere where I'll be able to do what I love, be myself, start over without them trying to control my every thought. I'm going crazy - but &lt;a href="http://franzferdinand.8k.com/livetracks/ff_walkawayradioone.mp3"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; always makes me feel a little bit better. Man, I hope the rest of this year isn't this bad, or I'll seriously lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110575427493932834?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110575427493932834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110575427493932834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110575427493932834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110575427493932834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2005/01/suckfest-05.html' title='Suckfest &apos;05'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110366914925347776</id><published>2004-12-21T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T14:45:49.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the gay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 126px" height="139" src="http://www.evsc.k12.in.us/schoolzone/schools/reitz/images/xmas.gif" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; K, first off, who the crap has been on my computer and WHAT WERE THEY DOING? As I started to type in the title of this blog, a little auto-complete box popped up with 'well babe im out' and 'well first off im 16/f/ and i live in...' - not that i have a problem with anything anybody said, it's just the fact that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; did not and there's no way any of my friends could've. Maybe it was my sister...wonder what she's been up to *winkwink*. Agh, now that I'm completely off track I can't remember what I was going to talk about in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS IS COMING! Everybody do a happy dance and buy me a present, preferrably a gift certificate to somewhere nice. Nah, you don't have to. I still have to get the rest of my family's presents and a few more for some friends. Of course that has to come only after I finish playing guitar for &lt;em&gt;those people.&lt;/em&gt; I resent the fact that I was stupid enough to agree to the arrangement before I realized I wasn't going to get paid. Doh!&lt;br /&gt;So, I got WinMX today and I was wondering whether or not it's legal. Probably not, but I think it's just the uploading of files that's unlawful. Whatever. I'll just leech off everyone else and hope there aren't any consequences in that regard. If you do happen to know, on the other hand, it'd be nice if you told me.&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAH I CAN'T WAIT TILL CHRISTMAS! I'll go before I hyperventhilate (is that spelled right? Who cares...) and pass out from sheer anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110366914925347776?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110366914925347776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110366914925347776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110366914925347776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110366914925347776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-gay.html' title='What the gay...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110248277061021995</id><published>2004-12-07T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:12:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAAAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curse AIM and the fucking popularity contest called the Grammies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only 3 effing noms...que ghetto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110248277061021995?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110248277061021995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110248277061021995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110248277061021995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110248277061021995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/12/gaaah.html' title='GAAAH!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110230569735798292</id><published>2004-12-05T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:01:37.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is craaaaaaap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.ecomplanet.com/DILL9630/ServerContent/MyCustomImages/DILL9630CustomImage0132064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I've got a cold and still have to do math homework and it's almost ten. If you didn't see my eat brains post, then you MUST &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?franz%20ferdinand"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;! It's funny, the things you come across while Googleing random stuff...&lt;br /&gt;So, I read this dude's profile today that had an anti-blogger link in it. It made total sense - but only for certain types of bloggers, like the people who document every crap they take and carefully detail EVERYTHING THEY DID THE WHOLE DAMN DAY. That's annoying, but I don't mind the other blogs that actually have stuff worth reading. I kinda felt sorry for the guy that wrote it because he's being just like the people he complains about and is too wrapped up in himself to realize it. I bet he's got a huge subconcious inferiority complex that he would totally deny if someone brought it up. Yup, a definite born loser. Really, anyone that types several pages worth of material just on bloggers has way too much time on his hands to possibly have any friends at all.&lt;br /&gt;Nyah nyah nyah...what else?? &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; have better things to do than rant for hours on end, so goodnight and good luck to all the retards like that guy.&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC: Franz Ferdinand - "Love and Destroy (Margarita)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110230569735798292?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110230569735798292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110230569735798292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110230569735798292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110230569735798292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/12/world-is-craaaaaaap.html' title='The world is craaaaaaap...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110228174578780832</id><published>2004-12-05T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T13:22:25.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAAAAAGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?franz%20ferdinand"&gt;Eat brains&lt;/a&gt;, fool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110228174578780832?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110228174578780832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110228174578780832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110228174578780832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110228174578780832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/12/graaaaagh.html' title='GRAAAAAGH!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110205591610431932</id><published>2004-12-02T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:38:36.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.psybeast.com/zippo/ART/Expressions/ExclamationMark001_Sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyhey guys, good news! I might get paid to play in a band if auditions go well...I've already had an excellent reference and the guy I would audition for keeps asking about me, which I consider a good sign. Too bad he doesn't know I suck, because I REALLY DON'T WANT TO DO THIS. I'll screw up in front of everyone for sure...I'm terrible playing in front of crowds, and I'm bad enough by myself. I'm sick of all this bullshit from everyone else telling me I'm good. "Oh, you're awesome!" "What, you've played for 7 1/2 years? You must be great!!" Look, tards, I never practice and I'm just now learning the chords that most people learn within their first year. All I do is memorize stuff, practice a little, and botch it up good before forgetting the whole thing. &lt;strong&gt;Don't tell me I'm good.&lt;/strong&gt; I know way better than all of you what my skill level is, so please stop trying to tell me only what I want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that issue needs to be addressed too, now that I've gotten started on one of my rants. Why the frick do people only tell others stupid lies and give cheap advice just to give them a false sense of security? I'm not saying white lies are bad, I'm saying people who kiss ass are. C'mon, guys - the aftertaste is terrible, and you're going to know it eventually if you keep on slaving for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://f4.grp.yahoofs.com/v1/4ACwQf7NO5Vq91VDMvj2C-CcLOR0GpS9oRAJrzwDF1Pv8vJ2qZmPjn99KIqx5gT3A9CiGwmiktA7-8BTuF_nfQS3LaMJ7pH_gN4/Franz%20Ferdinand%20-%20Van%20Tango%20(b-side).mp3"&gt;Van Tango&lt;/a&gt; fits this perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110205591610431932?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110205591610431932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110205591610431932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110205591610431932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110205591610431932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/12/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110178927246072690</id><published>2004-11-29T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:36:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAAAAH!</title><content type='html'>My luck is really, REALLY bad lately.  I was just informed by my new hired help for my FF site that she's in 6TH GRADE.  Yes, that's right...and she can't spell or string a sentence together worth crap.  Oh well.  At least SHE volunteered.  Bbbblbblbl!  G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110178927246072690?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110178927246072690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110178927246072690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110178927246072690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110178927246072690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/11/baaaah.html' title='BAAAAH!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-110075108630406494</id><published>2004-11-17T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T20:11:26.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for my homework...</title><content type='html'>Hi.  I should probably be upstairs doing something that will get me somewhere worthwhile, but since I love all you guys I'm downstairs blogging and listening to Muse.  &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...so I got 10 inches of my hair cut off.  Everyone's saying how 'cute' I look, not knowing that cute is DEFINITELY not the look I was going for.  I mean, I just don't like how it looks so professional &amp; mature.  C'mon now - me? Mature? Psh.  But I've got to admit it was funny when I brought my hair home to send to Locks of Love and set it on a bench in my kitchen.  My mom saw it and gasped, "What IS that THING??"  It made me laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is weird; a band called Neutral Milk Hotel just came on...pretty good actually.  Then again, most of the bands I'm into have abnormal names - Franz Ferdinand, Rilo Kiley, Dogs Die In Hot Cars, blahblahblah you know.  I'm really bored.  Humdeedum...nothing to doooo but I don't wanna work...ooo I know!  I'll show you the cutest music video EVER.  This one beats out even Modest Mouse, and those of you who like them know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Rilo Kiley - &lt;a href="http://www.rilokiley.com/video/its_a_hit.wmv"&gt;"It's a Hit"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-110075108630406494?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/110075108630406494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=110075108630406494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110075108630406494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/110075108630406494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-much-for-my-homework.html' title='So much for my homework...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109963275888212268</id><published>2004-11-04T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:58:45.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.kindamuzik.net/gfx/interpol-grp-1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music right now: Interpol - &lt;a href="http://99x.com/asx/vidpg_interpol_slowhands_high.asx"&gt;"Slow Hands"&lt;/a&gt;  GOOD SONG - LISTEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so it's really late and I should actually be asleep.  I just needed a bit of freedom before I fall asleep.  All this work is seriously getting me down, and my parents aren't exactly helping - "WHAT?? YOUR HOMEWORK ISN"T DONE?  Oh, well, forget about doing anything this weekend.  Finish that picture first...then do laundry and chores and cook stuff and be nice to your sister...then you can go somewhere."  Great.  There goes my social life.  They're also trying to pick out my university (insisting always on in-state community crapass colleges...because they're cheap.).  Otherwise, I have to get a scholarship or pay myself if I want to go anywhere other than the place they choose.  Ghetto, eh?  I would give anything to go to the Glasgow School of Art - not some mediocre evening school.  I want way more than a normal life...but I'll only be able to get it if I get out of this bloody town.  They've also taken to refusing to pay for the guitar &amp; amp I want (a Fender Mexican strat w/ a humbucker, coupled with a 100 watt Marshall amp), although they said just the opposite not too long ago.  Total cost: $820.00.  Really that's very good for an instrument that will last me the rest of my life.  And I've already got an acoustic; it's not like strings and cords cost all that much - $13.00 for a good set of Elixirs (coated strings), cleaner's cheap and so are gig bags.  Anyway, you only need new strings and cleaner about once every 3 months...the bag and other equipment last a loooong time.  Heh, I didn't know I could type this much so quickly.  Why doesn't typed homework go so fast??  G'noight, everybody.  Tomorrow's FRIDAAAAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music now: Franz Ferdinand - "Jacqueline"  "That's why we only work when/we neeedthe moneeeey...*dododododododododomrmrmrmrrrr mrmrrr mrrr mrrrrrrr*" and FINIS!  Ah...now it's the Vines' "Ride".  Hey, I can play that!  It's easy peasey, too.  Hmph.  So &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109963275888212268?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109963275888212268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109963275888212268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109963275888212268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109963275888212268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/11/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109936017664305074</id><published>2004-11-01T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T17:49:36.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRES!</title><content type='html'>GAAAH!  *emits aura of total bliss*&lt;br /&gt;FF.  'Nuff said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franzferdinand.org/media/album2/franzferdinanddotorg_audio_imyourvillain.mp3"&gt;'I'm Your Villain'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franzferdinand.org/media/album2/franzferdinanddotorg_audio_thisboy.mp3"&gt;'This Boy'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franzferdinand.org/media/album2/franzferdinanddotorg_audio_yourdiary.mp3"&gt;'Your Diary'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pissed at Alex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109936017664305074?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109936017664305074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109936017664305074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109936017664305074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109936017664305074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/11/tres.html' title='TRES!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109908522938473424</id><published>2004-10-29T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T14:27:09.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New song...yaaaaay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/bartleby/.Music/cantstopfeeling.mp3"&gt;Can't Stop Feeling&lt;/a&gt; Demo!  This really isn't supposed to be out until November 23, but ahahaha, I now have connections...and fanmail!  Get that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109908522938473424?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109908522938473424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109908522938473424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109908522938473424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109908522938473424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-songyaaaaay.html' title='New song...yaaaaay!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109847956691401793</id><published>2004-10-22T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T14:12:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say WHAT?</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood to totally cuss some one out.  Lucky you, I won't...hey, I need help on my FF site.  Email me if you want to be nice.  It's good for getting your name out there (1,100 visitors since August) and I really need the help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109847956691401793?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109847956691401793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109847956691401793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109847956691401793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109847956691401793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/10/say-what.html' title='Say WHAT?'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109652959508475512</id><published>2004-09-30T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:33:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blehhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.franzferdinand.org/images/franzbannersmall.gif"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wtf is with everyone putting song lyrics or really bad poems in their frikkin profiles??  They're all over-emotional and angsty and AH!  Sorry, I know I'm on another one of my rants.  But really, something's got to be done about all these shallow self-important wack jobs running around this town.  They make it so &lt;em&gt;boring...&lt;/em&gt;and it was already boring before everybody I've ever known made up their minds that they were 'in love'.  So now it's worse.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't written in forever!  I haven't had the time, though.  I'm a really busy person, but I hope that'll stop sometime before my life ends.  Heh...probably not, with the way my luck runs.  I'm always stuck at home when I want to be out doing something and vice versa.  This Friday I'm not going ANYWHERE besides class, someone's house for a while, then home to lounge on the couch and catch up on my tv watching.  I've been forced to tape 'Lost' (REALLY creepy), 'The Apprentice' (Ha!  That bitch Jen got fired!) and I won't be able to watch 'Without a Trace' tomorrow either, which I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted to see because I think that Muse's "Sing for Absolution" is in the intro.  I'm not sure and it's been bothering me since I got the CD...really good album, by the way. &lt;br /&gt;BREAKING NEWS!!  FRANZ FERDINAND IS RELEASING THEIR SECOND U.S. SINGLE, 'THIS FIRE', SOMETIME IN OCTOBER, AND YOU CAN SEE THE VIDEO ON &lt;a href="http://www.franzferdinand.org/video/"&gt;FRANZFERDINAND.ORG/VIDEO/&lt;/a&gt;.  THE'YRE ALSO ON 'THE LATE SHOW WITH DAVID LETTERMAN' ON THE 4TH...so watch or I'll hunt you down!&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get to beddie-bye...look at the time.  3 hours of sleep for meeeeee...HOORAY!  Nyah.  G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109652959508475512?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109652959508475512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109652959508475512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109652959508475512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109652959508475512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/09/blehhhhh.html' title='Blehhhhh!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109304992335405259</id><published>2004-08-20T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T17:59:19.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People are frikkin DUMB.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://logo.cafepress.com/2/87230.122142.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh. I'm so sick of people overreacting and being immature and thinking they're older than they really are. Get over yourselves, retards. I mean, they've got their whole lives ahead of them and here they are pretending to be adults, but of course they're adults of the worst kind. It's like that scene in "When Harry Met Sally" where Harry is telling Sally how she's a high maintenance girl of the worst type: she thinks she's low maintenance. That's what this is like, only with school-aged people. God, I can't wait to get out of this effing town, state, whatever...just get me to a big city and I'll be pretty well off. Everyone else, piss off and don't bother me with your stupidity. C'mon, you know who you are. Not all my friends are dumb. Blech, school's just started and there's already a major fight going on and WHAT THE CRAP IS UP WITH uptight looooooosers?? Relax. Sorry this is so disjointed and nonsensical; I'm pretty muddled myself. Jesus, though, get your lives together and get it through your heads that stuff like this isn't important! Really. Holypooponastick and all that other good stuff...I've gotta do something else before I go frikkin CRAZY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109304992335405259?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109304992335405259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109304992335405259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109304992335405259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109304992335405259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/08/people-are-frikkin-dumb.html' title='People are frikkin DUMB.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109210690037049094</id><published>2004-08-09T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:01:40.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've figured out who whoube123456789 is because they were stupid enough to have linked screen names - they gave me their other screen name in person.  Retards. Due to increasing traffic on my other website, I'll have to black out their screen name soon...I went from 0 to 168 visitors in a week.  Hooray!  But anyway, back to the whoube business:  I'm still pissed at them, so thank god we're not friends.  I'm not evn going to tell her I figured out who she is because the only thing that really bugged me was not knowing.  What a moron...I'll just block her and be done with it.  G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109210690037049094?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109210690037049094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109210690037049094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109210690037049094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109210690037049094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/08/victory.html' title='Victory!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109184992197463821</id><published>2004-08-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T20:38:41.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmhmhmmmm...</title><content type='html'>Hello.  I'm really bored.  I have a funny story for you, though.  My cousin made my sister play dress-up, or at least made her stay around while &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;played dress-up.  If you know my sister, you can guess what kind of profanities were flying through her head at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby:  Ok, go introduce me as the Queen of Light.&lt;br /&gt;Sis:  *squints* Uh, can't I just say, "Um Abby wants to show you something."...?&lt;br /&gt;Abby:  I like the first one best.  So go do it.&lt;br /&gt;Sis:  *curses under her breath*BITCH!*coughs and walks upstairs* Uh, Abby wants to show you something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.  More good news!  I've narrowed whoube123456789 to 2 PEOPLE!  I don't really like either of them, but since I know who they are I'll just block all their friends so they can't see my profile with this in it.  *cringes* That would be bad, because they let me borrow a pencil every now and then...I'm ALWAYS running out of pencils.  So you see my problem.  Haha, that doesn't mean I won't toy with them for a while on a diferent screen name before I tell them who I am and who they are.  Fucker that they are, they deserve it.    And I promise that was my last cuss word for a while.  I really should stop.  G'night and wish me luck with my sucky life - Banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109184992197463821?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109184992197463821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109184992197463821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109184992197463821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109184992197463821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/08/hmhmhmmmm.html' title='Hmhmhmmmm...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109175864940166138</id><published>2004-08-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T19:17:29.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F***ING COUSIN...I'M GONNA KILL THAT PISSER!</title><content type='html'>Goddamn my effing cousin!  She deleted all the important stuff on my computer...the little mofo I'LL SMACK HER!  She was already unbearably annoying as it is.  WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?  That pisser needs to stick her spoiled, fat little head up her ass and not come out till...erm...well, i guess never.  Whew.  I'm sorry, it's just that I worked SO hard on pretty much everything I had saved, and now I have to stare at her ugly face for the next two days.  Life sucks, but I promise to try and stop cussing and ranting so much.  It's so fun, though. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109175864940166138?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109175864940166138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109175864940166138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109175864940166138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109175864940166138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/08/fing-cousinim-gonna-kill-that-pisser.html' title='F***ING COUSIN...I&apos;M GONNA KILL THAT PISSER!'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109149586340021529</id><published>2004-08-02T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T18:17:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINISHED!!  mostly, anyway...</title><content type='html'>Hoooooooraaaay!  I'm finished with my site at last!  Of course, there are still a few little bugs that need to be worked out, but ya know.  Oh, and here's a &lt;a href="http://myweb.ecomplanet.com/DILL9630/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the BEST NEW FF SITE on the web.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109149586340021529?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109149586340021529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109149586340021529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109149586340021529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109149586340021529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/08/finished-mostly-anyway.html' title='FINISHED!!  mostly, anyway...'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109129948880648033</id><published>2004-07-31T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T11:44:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parents</title><content type='html'>Argh!  At this rate I'll never get my goddamn website finished.  "AT BLAHBLAHSAID TIME THE COMPUTER GOES OFF!  YOU'RE IN TROUBLE FOR CHECKING A CD OUT WITH MY LIBRARY CARD!"  Bloody &lt;em&gt;hell.&lt;/em&gt;  What's wrong with them??  At least they don't know about my blog.  *cringes* I can't even stand the thought of them finding out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109129948880648033?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109129948880648033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109129948880648033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109129948880648033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109129948880648033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/07/parents.html' title='The Parents'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109104701408857739</id><published>2004-07-28T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T11:41:06.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting.</title><content type='html'>God...I'm disgusted with this &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5538151/?GT1=4244"&gt;frigged up little kid&lt;/a&gt;.  She needs a life... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109104701408857739?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109104701408857739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109104701408857739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109104701408857739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109104701408857739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/07/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109095034028846752</id><published>2004-07-27T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T10:45:40.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>Hooooraaaay!  I'm working REALLY hard on my very own website, which is completely free aside from the domain name.  It's turning out quite awesomely, except for (like I said) the fact that I can't purchase my own domain name and risk my parents finding out about my blogs and site.  They'd bloody kill me.  I already got kicked off AOL.  Eh...that really didn't matter too much, but I couldn't check my email for weeks so it ended up a disaster when I got back on at last.  Now I've got Yahoo and MSN, though.  Hehe, I'm in an AWESOME MOOOOOOOD!  Bye now.  "It's always better on holiday..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109095034028846752?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109095034028846752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109095034028846752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109095034028846752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109095034028846752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/07/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109071483135590496</id><published>2004-07-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:22:18.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerry vs. Kerry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogsforbush.com/images/KerryGuard.GIF" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I know I've talked about it a lot, but here at last I have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.gop.com/kerryvskerry/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kerry vs. Kerry boxing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Turn up your speakers, make Kerry hit himself a few times, and keep clicking "Next Round" till you get to the end.&amp;nbsp; It may take a while since he's been a hypocrite on so many occasions, but it's worth it once you get there.&amp;nbsp; Hehe...like my picture?&amp;nbsp; He doesn't look very good in that uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you're still undecided about which party to vote for,&amp;nbsp; then &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is for you (click play).&amp;nbsp; But of course, Bush is always best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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/7044353-109071483135590496?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109071483135590496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109071483135590496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/07/kerry-vs-kerry.html' title='Kerry vs. Kerry'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109046023885188510</id><published>2004-07-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:57:51.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hallo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hemhemhem....I'm exceedingly bored right now. But woohoo revenge is sweet! I freaked out whoube123456789 on one of my many screen names. Here's kinda how the conversation went... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: hey &lt;br /&gt;Me: hows ur summer goin &lt;br /&gt;them: hey? &lt;br /&gt;them: who is this &lt;br /&gt;m: who are YOU? &lt;br /&gt;t: um u im'ed me first &lt;br /&gt;m: so? &lt;br /&gt;m: but u dont need to know who i am &lt;br /&gt;m: cuz i know who u are &lt;br /&gt;t: hey amanda? &lt;br /&gt;m: hehe keep guessin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it won't stop there. Frikkin jerk. Just wait till I get more screen names. It's NEVER gonna stop until I know who the hell you are. *takes deep breath* But I'd better quit whining before I get all worked up...you saw what happened last time... &lt;br /&gt;I'm considering setting up my own site with my own domain name and everything. But first I've go to see how much truth is in the link I looked at, because it seems a bit fishy that you'd get free site design software and a free domain name. I dunno, though...hey! Cool site here: If you love popping the goofy bubble wrap that comes with the mail sometimes, give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snapbubbles.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Virtual Bubble Wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a try. It's fun but only for a little while in my opinion. I mean, how long can you possibly sit at a computer and click repeatedly and still be able to call it fun? Eh...5 minutes max. G'night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109046023885188510?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109046023885188510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109046023885188510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109046023885188510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109046023885188510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/07/hallo.html' title='hallo.'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044353.post-109037353034723932</id><published>2004-07-20T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T18:32:43.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the hell did my Van Tango go?</title><content type='html'>Poo.  My Van Tango link that I'd had on here disappeared this afternoon.  But I'm still happy cuz I ordered the Franz Ferdinand debut album last night, and as soon as they make their rare tracks available, I'll go crazy and buy every freakin' one, even if it is just a single.  And whoa - did anyone else know that the White Stripes aren't brother and sister really?  I read a Jack White biography on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;Imdb.com&lt;/a&gt; yesterday that said that he and Meg White were once married but divorced and stayed bandmates.  Weird...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm pissed again.  Sorry if it seems like all I do is complain.  I don't really, but until I get away from my parents, there's nothin I can do.  *sigh* Damn this oppressive household.  Aaaaaagh poop on a stick!  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044353-109037353034723932?l=thebananastand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/feeds/109037353034723932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044353&amp;postID=109037353034723932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109037353034723932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044353/posts/default/109037353034723932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebananastand.blogspot.com/2004/07/where-hell-did-my-van-tango-go.html' title='Where the hell did my Van Tango go?'/><author><name>Banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05480354230080587417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://franzferdinand.org/gallery/video/dartsofpleasure/img/07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
