<?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-10979553</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:44:55.852-07:00</updated><category term='the clash'/><category term='The price is right'/><category term='battlestar'/><category term='Empire Strikes Back'/><category term='THE OC'/><title type='text'>I Never Loved You</title><subtitle type='html'>Intelligence is being able to describe a woman without using your hands.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-367986390924397849</id><published>2007-06-03T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:21:07.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INLY Dictonary.</title><summary type='text'>Growing Up: A term which accompanies the sense that things in life used to be better, and that even someone five years younger is having a better time that you are right now. The slighted return may come soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/367986390924397849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=367986390924397849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/367986390924397849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/367986390924397849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/inly-dictonary.html' title='INLY Dictonary.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-2935653699256704569</id><published>2007-04-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:47:37.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The price is right'/><title type='text'>My favorite moment of TV ever.</title><summary type='text'>Back in High School, just like every other teenager, me and my friends were obsessed with The Price is Right.     During our Senior year, those with 4th and 5th period free would leave campus to go to my friends cabin and watch the show (and get stoned, drunk, or just sit around, it was all the same).     Come Spring Break 99. We’re in Bermuda. It’s Spring, which means it’s actually not that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/2935653699256704569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/2935653699256704569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-favorite-moment-of-tv-ever.html' title='My favorite moment of TV ever.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-4497827392982694212</id><published>2007-03-13T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:39:00.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battlestar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empire Strikes Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the clash'/><title type='text'>David Loves Empire. You know</title><summary type='text'>Old is new again.     A bunch of lists.     Top Five Songs by the Clash. At the moment.     1. Clampdown.   2. Complete Control  3. Janie Jones   4. I’m So Bored with the USA  5. Police On my back.     One note here… It’s something tremendously clichéd to fathom, but it’s possible that “Train in Vain” may be the greatest song the Clash ever wrote. It’s not the best Clash track, and their original</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4497827392982694212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=4497827392982694212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/4497827392982694212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/4497827392982694212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/david-loves-empire-you-know.html' title='David Loves Empire. You know'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-4127376107553258347</id><published>2007-02-25T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:14:26.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE OC'/><title type='text'>The collection of words on the OC</title><summary type='text'>When I was dating this girl in 2003, I was just out of college and using every friend I had to try to get a job. My link from her lead me to Fox Studios on Pico. This was about July of that year. The whole place was abuzz about “The OC.” They were saying it was going to be huge, it was supposed to be next great show. I mean a show about teenagers in Orange County? You have to be kidding me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4127376107553258347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=4127376107553258347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/4127376107553258347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/4127376107553258347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/collection-of-words-on-oc.html' title='The collection of words on the OC'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-117100425962368606</id><published>2007-02-08T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:57:39.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave’s short words on celeb culture.</title><summary type='text'>Anna Nicole’s death is the American newsmedia equivalent of a winning the lottery, which as the obvious metaphor would be, the same kind of life Anna Nicole had. From hillbilly, to stripper, to national icon, to a Naked Gun star sex pot, to pill popper, to rehab, to sex pot, to shill, to lucky mother, to corpse. Save the life of her baby child, I wish this had happened about 5 years ago. Let’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/117100425962368606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=117100425962368606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/117100425962368606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/117100425962368606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/daves-short-words-on-celeb-culture.html' title='Dave’s short words on celeb culture.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-117032835533616331</id><published>2007-02-01T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T03:12:35.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I care about in the deepest of senses.</title><summary type='text'>Then endgame for me is this. I am 46. I am married, and I am sitting in my kitchen around 6pm. My kids have come home from school, and me and my wife of some years, are there, with a bottle of wine, the roast or any form of dinner for that matter, is in the oven. One of my friends and his wife and kids are over for the night, (let’s call it a Saturday, so they are staying the guest room) and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/117032835533616331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=117032835533616331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/117032835533616331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/117032835533616331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-care-about-in-deepest-of-senses.html' title='What I care about in the deepest of senses.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-117004985584052326</id><published>2007-01-28T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:50:55.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Films of old for the new.</title><summary type='text'>And here comes a list of the old classic films that every film student will implore you to see. There is the scene in The Rules of Attraction where the POMO film student is reeling off his love about cinema, and speaking about “Man and A Movie Camera (MAMC).” Forget the disaffected artiste chic pretending to be in on the know; this is a moment that so encapsulates the outward persona of a film </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/117004985584052326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=117004985584052326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/117004985584052326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/117004985584052326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/films-of-old-for-new.html' title='Films of old for the new.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116938133218998560</id><published>2007-01-21T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T04:09:28.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Brutal</title><summary type='text'>Jim Valvano… The man who defined the Cinderella Story of the 80’s (The Miracle on Ice was David vs. Goliath), the NC State Wolfpack. Aside from one truly great quote for sports life: Don't give up, don't ever give up.He gave one of the best about life. “To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116938133218998560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116938133218998560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116938133218998560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116938133218998560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-brutal.html' title='Fucking Brutal'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116885996388601667</id><published>2007-01-15T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:09:57.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave’s hates of 2006.</title><summary type='text'>The long list of things that pissed me off in 2006. Paula Denada. Rather than get into a “thing” again, I am just going to say this chick bothers me to no end with her music. Her new single has a rapper for urban stations and not one on pop stations. It’s one thing to have a remix, it’s another to be the focus of dual minority marketing forces when she’s no older than 17. In her second single, “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116885996388601667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116885996388601667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116885996388601667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116885996388601667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/daves-hates-of-2006.html' title='Dave’s hates of 2006.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116867922149135417</id><published>2007-01-13T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:07:01.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of</title><summary type='text'>I never have been able to stay away from the big topics. Last year I worked 3/4’s of it in relative solitude, toiling along on a graveyard post. The silence of the job in the hours between 2a and 5a creates a perfect time in which to delve into the long topics of existence. I don’t know what I did more in 2006 that could be deemed worthwhile than to debate the existence of God. It’s a simple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116867922149135417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116867922149135417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116867922149135417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116867922149135417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/children-of.html' title='Children of'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116787649808654786</id><published>2007-01-03T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:08:18.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave’s Top 10 of 2006.</title><summary type='text'>As in the I still can’t believe that it’s no longer 2005. God I miss 2004. Finish my construction. Whatnot. Some of my favorite things, most of which have some tangential relation to 2006http://www.rogue.com/brews.html#hazelnutThis is probably my favorite beer. The only reason the probably is there is because I can only find it in one place in LA and it’s a ridiculous 5.69 a 22 ounce bottle. I’d </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116787649808654786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116787649808654786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116787649808654786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116787649808654786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2007/01/daves-top-10-of-2006.html' title='Dave’s Top 10 of 2006.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116635564106372698</id><published>2006-12-17T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:40:41.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My year, part 1 of many.</title><summary type='text'>I thought 2005 was bad. There was Katrina and while it happened in the last days of 2004, the Tsunami disaster permeated the opening months of this year. This year was no better. The wars just keep coming, and they keep getting worse. Iraq is turning into the exact opposite of what I thought it could be. Instead of becoming a beacon of hope in the region, it’s now host to a civil war, where the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116635564106372698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116635564106372698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116635564106372698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116635564106372698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-year-part-1-of-many.html' title='My year, part 1 of many.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116635558275134375</id><published>2006-12-17T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:19:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two ways from here, one back, and the other back.</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know if much of the people who read the newspaper, and have done so since being a kid, are able to live without having Good Ol’ Charlie Brown in the pages. To lose him is to lose one of the definitive memories and lived in experiences of life. We outgrew Marmaduke, The Family Circus, and Garfield, but you can’t really outgrow Charlie Brown. I am going to warn you, I am going to go deep on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116635558275134375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116635558275134375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116635558275134375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116635558275134375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-ways-from-here-one-back-and-other.html' title='Two ways from here, one back, and the other back.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116583032308806849</id><published>2006-12-11T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:45:23.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short wire</title><summary type='text'>In the last week, I have toyed with my incompetent manager, as if I am trying to wedge indifference between myself and him (not for the joy of it, but in hopes of getting him to admit his ineptitude to me and the rest of the workers), gone back to the only job where I didn’t get promoted at, and eaten at a seafood buffet ranked by the food network as one of the top 5 in the country. Sometimes, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116583032308806849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116583032308806849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116583032308806849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116583032308806849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/short-wire.html' title='short wire'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116479087152568881</id><published>2006-11-29T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:01:11.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-L-O-L-O-V-E</title><summary type='text'>One of the standing pontifications in my maternal household is the importance of George Martin on the Beatles. It’s not a debate because no party in the group can acutely pinpoint what is Martin and what is Fab. For any Beatle-hater, the first argument often taken is that they were a product of the time. That their greatness has more to do with luck than it does talent:1. The Kennedy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116479087152568881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116479087152568881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116479087152568881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116479087152568881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/l-o-l-o-l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-L-O-L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116385180823644295</id><published>2006-11-18T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T03:13:29.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My father's Dam Bursts</title><summary type='text'>Tonight at work, my subconscious suddenly reminded me of one of my favorite Far Side strips, I think it was the high school marching band competition groups staying in my hotel. It’s one of my top 10 of the strips run. Actually, it's fighting with the strip where a group of devils read the suggestion box in hell and laugh maniacally for #1The illustrated portion of the strip is an angry mob (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116385180823644295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116385180823644295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116385180823644295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116385180823644295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-fathers-dam-bursts.html' title='My father&apos;s Dam Bursts'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116279271482801477</id><published>2006-11-05T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:58:34.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The OC, brothers, and the connected high of friendship.</title><summary type='text'>Watching the OC tonight I had a few thoughts. 1. Maybe some of the original appeal was the constant fighting. I mean, when the line “Welcome to the OC, bitch!” is in the trailer and the first episode, people may have come to expect fighting. Esp. since fights broke out in the first six episodes or so. While this seems like a back to basics season, maybe having Ryan be a cage fighter was a BIT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116279271482801477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116279271482801477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116279271482801477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116279271482801477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/oc-brothers-and-connected-high-of.html' title='The OC, brothers, and the connected high of friendship.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116237780517631015</id><published>2006-11-01T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:16:33.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Memories, Sweaters, back to basics, #25</title><summary type='text'>For most of the memories of my life, if I am forced to think of them, I have a hard time figuring out what qualifies as a truly great day. I have many cherished days in my life, but it’s hard to tell if the moment was great because of the people who you were with at the time made it seem all the more wonderful, or if there was one hour so great that it made the day seem all the more rosy in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116237780517631015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116237780517631015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116237780517631015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116237780517631015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-memories-sweaters-back-to.html' title='Better Memories, Sweaters, back to basics, #25'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-116233767912722806</id><published>2006-10-31T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T15:34:39.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the slighted return of the</title><summary type='text'>In the rest of the county, Labor Day is the end of Summer, both weather and season wise. Weather wise, it finally turned to Autumn here in LA last Wednesday night. The sky gets darker, the locals call temperatures below 60 F (or 12 C for any international readers out there) freezing. There is a smell of fall, almost a burning smell, as if there is a crisp residue of the town’s morale finishing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116233767912722806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=116233767912722806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116233767912722806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/116233767912722806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/slighted-return-of.html' title='the slighted return of the'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115907487469743313</id><published>2006-09-23T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:14:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I am a nice person</title><summary type='text'>Replay video | Share video | Watch more videosYou can thank me later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115907487469743313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115907487469743313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115907487469743313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115907487469743313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/because-i-am-nice-person.html' title='Because I am a nice person'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115890669634061466</id><published>2006-09-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:31:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate New York City, Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos.</title><summary type='text'>Let’s start off with food stuff. It’s easy. One of the reasons I love LA is because it’s the sushi capitol of the world. And while that’s an easily debatable point coming from me on this blog, these aren’t my words. Most cuisine mags have conceded this. Between the harbor and the marketplace which accepts all kinds of sushi lovers with insatiable palettes that are tied into the very nature of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115890669634061466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115890669634061466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115890669634061466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115890669634061466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/hate-new-york-city-lets-leave-chicago.html' title='Hate New York City, Let&apos;s leave Chicago to the Eskimos.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115822377478862970</id><published>2006-09-14T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:49:34.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>football, love in three ways, and The Wire. I'll likely edit this if I care.</title><summary type='text'>Rather than do a boring, and repetitive, NFL predictions post:My guess: Colts over the Redskins. Even after a week in. Other possible Super Bowls:Carolina over New EnglandIndianapolis over Arizona (against all odds, why the hell not)Philly over BaltimoreChicago over Indianapolis. +++++I really would like to do a long post on The Wire. But when the New York Times and Washington Post is allowing it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115822377478862970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115822377478862970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115822377478862970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115822377478862970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/football-love-in-three-ways-and-wire.html' title='football, love in three ways, and The Wire. I&apos;ll likely edit this if I care.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115734317067711958</id><published>2006-09-03T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:12:50.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As if the nerd quotient wasn't high enough</title><summary type='text'>you tube clip of the month for August. The Simpsons!Star Trek!A guy who vaguely resmbles   Ben Rothlisgerger. I'm not excited about that, but it's kind of neat. A THEREMIN!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115734317067711958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115734317067711958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115734317067711958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115734317067711958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-if-nerd-quotient-wasnt-high-enough.html' title='As if the nerd quotient wasn&apos;t high enough'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115722218257864749</id><published>2006-09-02T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:44:23.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long work on the VMA's</title><summary type='text'>By the end of it all, I uttered the words: “Just let Panic win. It’s the only fitting conclusion.” (click on the link for this post to see how I really feel)Since I don’t get paid for this, I am already beat to the punch when it comes to decrying the MTV VMA’s in the blogosphere, but, meh. Many are calling it the end of the VMA’s, saying it feels more like the Grammy’s than anything. The Grammy’s</summary><link rel='related' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-what-i-think.html' title='Long work on the VMA&apos;s'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115722218257864749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115722218257864749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115722218257864749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115722218257864749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-work-on-vmas.html' title='Long work on the VMA&apos;s'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115708845572813593</id><published>2006-08-31T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:41:17.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The short road to 200.</title><summary type='text'>So I suppose the mystery is not where, but what I have been doing. Short answer, don’t know. Long answer, I am reaching a threshold, and have no idea which way the burst is going to take me. Though I am not trying to use this space which I hold as a proving ground of my base talents of writing to document my emotional rationale or state, but since I tend to think in references and patterns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115708845572813593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115708845572813593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115708845572813593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115708845572813593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/short-road-to-200.html' title='The short road to 200.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115615703764738100</id><published>2006-08-21T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:43:57.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Shit!  Thems Pieces IS REAL YO!</title><summary type='text'>People were dropping knowledge about these the minute they hit the screen.  dig it.Also, check out fukijama's site below...</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.fukijama.com' title='Oh Shit!  Thems Pieces IS REAL YO!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115615703764738100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115615703764738100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115615703764738100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115615703764738100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-shit-thems-pieces-is-real-yo.html' title='Oh Shit!  Thems Pieces IS REAL YO!'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115553168649987552</id><published>2006-08-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:01:26.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profiles in Hate, hated #5</title><summary type='text'>The five most hated people in America: By Archibald MontenegroAs I travel to meet my first interviewee, Darren Clarke, I must note that I am doing so in a rented off-road vehicle and traveling along a stretch of dirt the Romans wouldn’t have called a road. I’m in a remote part of Northern California, close to the Nevada and Oregon borders, at least that’s what the GPS system is telling me. Before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115553168649987552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115553168649987552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115553168649987552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115553168649987552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/profiles-in-hate-hated-5.html' title='Profiles in Hate, hated #5'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115551074660096344</id><published>2006-08-13T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:12:26.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NSFW Sunday, Sunday, Sunday</title><summary type='text'>So, lets me clarify that I didn't go out of my way to find some NN or teenage digi-girl from Indiana. It just kind of happened. But in the mindset of us who live at the honeycomb hideout, there is a certain transformation that happens when you move to this coast, this state, this city. Indiana:Los Angeles: And, oh, what the hell, Las Vegas: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115551074660096344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115551074660096344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115551074660096344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115551074660096344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/nsfw-sunday-sunday-sunday.html' title='NSFW Sunday, Sunday, Sunday'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115531896343446984</id><published>2006-08-11T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:56:03.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretense and music for preteens.</title><summary type='text'>I said it a while ago, and I’ll say it again here to preface. Of the Billboard stars, few artists make great videos (this is discounting jailbait girls) anymore, and if they do make a great video, they almost always follow it up with a thunker, then another crap vid, and then one of those videos that is so bad, you only could see it once on MTV or VH1, because that’s as much as the music label </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115531896343446984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115531896343446984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115531896343446984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115531896343446984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretense-and-music-for-preteens.html' title='Pretense and music for preteens.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115520753546028050</id><published>2006-08-10T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:58:55.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all add Killer Whales to the list of things we shouldn't mess with.</title><summary type='text'>Fire ants. Grizzly and Polar Bears. Black bears ok. Dinosaurs. Mermaids. Killer Whales.  MY GOD!!!! There is no recorded incident of killer whales (or ORCAS,  whalus homicidus) ever killing or even hurting a human, the fact that they did this with cameras in sight, and then let the seal go is the nature equivalent of N. Korea launching an ICBM test on the 4th of July. They may not even want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115520753546028050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115520753546028050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115520753546028050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115520753546028050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-all-add-killer-whales-to-list-of.html' title='Let&apos;s all add Killer Whales to the list of things we shouldn&apos;t mess with.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115500080062576944</id><published>2006-08-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:07:14.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Monday. cougars and the undead.</title><summary type='text'>Saw Talladega Nights yesterday. I was fairly impressed, but we walked into the movie 10 or 20 minutes late because my group (who ordered the tix online) decided to take the 405 north on a Sunday. When we came in, we didn’t sit in a group of 6 but in 2 of 3, which for bothered me out of the movie a bit, not being able to crack wise with friends during the film can hurt. If dragged to the theater, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115500080062576944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115500080062576944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115500080062576944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115500080062576944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/movie-monday-cougars-and-undead.html' title='Movie Monday. cougars and the undead.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115497504226922037</id><published>2006-08-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:27:00.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INLY dictionary update.</title><summary type='text'> Silent hand gesture, done in a short, repetitive motion to communicate to the talker that his/her story about hiking in the adirondaks isn't that special, and to simply, get. to. the. point. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115497504226922037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115497504226922037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115497504226922037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115497504226922037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/inly-dictionary-update.html' title='INLY dictionary update.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115480892754474658</id><published>2006-08-05T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T13:15:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better!</title><summary type='text'>like post obscure youtube videos.(So you don't get you BVDs in a twist, I'm Mia Hamm, you're MJ).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115480892754474658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115480892754474658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115480892754474658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115480892754474658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/anything-you-can-do-i-can-do-better.html' title='Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better!'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115471237784754377</id><published>2006-08-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:52:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video roundup, 8-4</title><summary type='text'>Muse – Knights of CydoniaMuse is a decent English band who came out in 2000 with Showbiz, a decent album which was one of a slew of bands and albums that were either directly ripped off from or inspired by Radiohead. From that album, I still only listen to the opener, Sunburn, and have not paid much attention to the singles or albums since. Until I was listening to the radio and heard “Knights” </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115471237784754377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115471237784754377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115471237784754377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115471237784754377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/video-roundup-8-4.html' title='Video roundup, 8-4'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115445837176892653</id><published>2006-08-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:35:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care about the first part, wonder about the second.</title><summary type='text'>First off: This encapsulates everything wrong with Fox News in a mere 60 seconds. Their steadfast belief that they are unassailable. “HOW DARE YOU MAKE FUN OF FOX NEWS! WE”RE FOX NEWS!The whole Moral Majority/ Christian Right defense for anything that they deem inappropriate: “Think about the children.” This is of course the network of Bill O’Reilly who last year defended the Nazi’s. On three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115445837176892653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115445837176892653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115445837176892653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115445837176892653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/care-about-first-part-wonder-about.html' title='Care about the first part, wonder about the second.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115419527837029094</id><published>2006-07-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:53:49.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold. And then something completely different.</title><summary type='text'> Dave's favorite poem. Dave's favorite new show.Part one: Part two: Part three: This is my life. This is how me and my friends talk, and the bare pettiness of it all, well the Seinfeld comparisons, they fit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115419527837029094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115419527837029094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115419527837029094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115419527837029094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/dover-beach-by-matthew-arnold-and-then.html' title='Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold. And then something completely different.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115410376589730306</id><published>2006-07-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:36:28.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Wideo Woundup.</title><summary type='text'>So it’s time for another music video post, in what is going to be a coming feature installment as we here at INLY try to create a schedule for publishing, (read: a reason for people other than our friends to check this site out) and realignment of what we here at the site will do. As it stands with Dave, Monday’s will be for movies. Wednesday’s will be Videos, but to be punny it’s called Wideos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115410376589730306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115410376589730306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115410376589730306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115410376589730306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekly-wideo-woundup.html' title='Weekly Wideo Woundup.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115410007836121255</id><published>2006-07-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:21:18.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 184: Best videos of all time, #10</title><summary type='text'>It’s a Beatles song that is better than the original. That’s something I can only say about Joe Cocker and Otis Redding in historical value. Fiona Apple nails this song. The video, directed by the once Wunderkind Paul Thomas Anderson (well, he did Boogie Nights, that’s gotta count for something)Let me note two things. This is a perfect example of when to cover a song for a movie. It’s not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115410007836121255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115410007836121255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115410007836121255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115410007836121255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-184-best-videos-of-all-time-10.html' title='Post 184: Best videos of all time, #10'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115396059403528446</id><published>2006-07-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:36:34.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapy Squeeky Clean</title><summary type='text'>    Lauren Bosworth: How far are you and Stephen away from each other? Lauren Conrad: Like, five minutes. Lauren Bosworth: Really? Lauren Bosworth: I think you guys are gonna get married. Lauren Conrad: I think we're gonna be best friends. Lauren Bosworth: That stuff happens, though, you know, like. Lauren Conrad: I don't wanna marry Stephen. Lauren Bosworth: Why? He's cute, you'd have pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115396059403528446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115396059403528446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115396059403528446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115396059403528446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/soapy-squeeky-clean.html' title='Soapy Squeeky Clean'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115393949210521974</id><published>2006-07-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:46:53.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We’d be remiss here if we didn’t link to this.</title><summary type='text'>Ok. So this is the real world equivalent of linking to something someone else has done in blogging, but at the same time, well, it’s juggling to the end of Abbey Road, done with 5 balls instead of three. First off. The Beatles are the greatest thing. Ever. To. Happen. To Mankind. I’d take the Beatles over Sex, Star Wars, and the Simpsons any day unless I am a Jedi sleeping with  Jordan Capri (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115393949210521974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115393949210521974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115393949210521974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115393949210521974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/wed-be-remiss-here-if-we-didnt-link-to.html' title='We’d be remiss here if we didn’t link to this.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115387291197207787</id><published>2006-07-25T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:15:11.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bitch, three ways.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115387291197207787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115387291197207787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115387291197207787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115387291197207787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitch-three-ways.html' title='A Bitch, three ways.'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115384432305967662</id><published>2006-07-25T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T09:37:37.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 180: Mapother, Shampother.</title><summary type='text'>I always liked Tom Cruise. I still like Tom Cruise. He’s rated as one of the coldest celebrities in the city, but you know what, I never went to movies because of actors anyway. Except for maybe the other Tom, Mr. Hanks. But really, are we all that bitter at Tom Cruise because of his 2005. Are we Americans all just willing to turn on anyone who goes a little nuts? He’s been around for 20+ years, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115384432305967662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115384432305967662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115384432305967662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115384432305967662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-180-mapother-shampother.html' title='Post 180: Mapother, Shampother.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115350011254963137</id><published>2006-07-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:41:52.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the news</title><summary type='text'>From IMDB.comA Sunset-Strip movie company, headed by the granddaughter of Charlie Chaplin, was actually a money-laundering front for an international drug-smuggling operation, according to federal authorities. The alleged criminal activities of Limelight Films were reported today (Thursday) in the Los Angeles Times, which said that Limelight principals Bruno D'Esclavelles and Alexandre De </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115350011254963137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115350011254963137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115350011254963137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115350011254963137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-news.html' title='In the news'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115345348613715933</id><published>2006-07-20T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:58:29.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bully in a china shop (re-edited the 21st)</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite quotes that Bill Simmons ever wrote was from last year, when the Colts were 12-0 and many were calling Tony Dungy the best coach in the game. It was something like this: “I think Dungy’s demeanor is a little strange, as he’s top of the heap and he still seems quiet and nonchalant. Can you imagine if Brian Billick was 12-0. He’d be in a bomber jacket, smoking a cigar and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115345348613715933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115345348613715933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115345348613715933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115345348613715933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/bully-in-china-shop-re-edited-21st.html' title='Bully in a china shop (re-edited the 21st)'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115335320797580651</id><published>2006-07-19T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:14:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end sum of 10 years.</title><summary type='text'>The list of the accomplishments I have achieved in the last 10 years that I the most proud of, which are, for the most part, non-sexual. In no particular order .1. In the first week of my freshman year in High School, I was asked to leave the room in 7 of the 9 classes I took. Including gym. I had grown close to half a foot between the end of 8th and the beginning of 9th. Meaning I was full in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115335320797580651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115335320797580651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115335320797580651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115335320797580651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-sum-of-10-years.html' title='The end sum of 10 years.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115335998599838169</id><published>2006-07-19T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:04:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldeneye, take 2</title><summary type='text'>Attempt #2 at the Goldeneye, My Generation bit, which is undergoing a name change when I can think of something better. Comments are on for this one, and I am likely to re-edit it further. But enjoy. Golden-Eye. N64. 1997. Goldeneye was developed by Rare Studios, one of the best and more innovative game labs in the world. Rare have made some of the top games off all time (GoldenEye and it’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115335998599838169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115335998599838169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115335998599838169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115335998599838169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/goldeneye-take-2.html' title='Goldeneye, take 2'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115309178940422868</id><published>2006-07-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:20:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mash Ya Face!</title><summary type='text'>Okay... I played myself.  I was into mashups for a minute... maybe a long minute.  I had like thousands of them - some well done, some sounded like a kid was holding a tape recorder to the radio to make the jam.  They were hot for a second though... but that second was in like, 2001! By the time Danger Mouse hit, the shit was already played out, and the nyc trendy kids were already sporting their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115309178940422868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115309178940422868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115309178940422868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115309178940422868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/mash-ya-face.html' title='Mash Ya Face!'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115306834839291292</id><published>2006-07-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T09:47:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of it’s kind / End of an era.</title><summary type='text'>Cinematic mashup highlight / The beauty-truth thing. First off: They have been around for about 4 years, best I can tell, but mashups are one of the after effects of the Electronica era of the late 90’s. Some of my favorite albums of the late 90’s/Early 00’s were sans guitars. Albums like You’ve come a long way baby – Fatboy SlimMezzanine – Massive Attack (not a huge Blue Lines fan)Surrender – </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115306834839291292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115306834839291292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115306834839291292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115306834839291292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/best-of-its-kind-end-of-era.html' title='Best of it’s kind / End of an era.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115289326037699528</id><published>2006-07-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:24:35.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight Led Zeppelin Closes With Bring it on Homer.</title><summary type='text'>The state of modern music as framed by Later season Simpsons quotes (mostly 99 on)Woodsman: I too got lost in these woods here. I wandered around and then eventually married a bear. Woman: I’m not a bear! I’m a woman!Woodsman: Ragh, ragh, ragh. No one understands you bear-woman. Bart Vs. Lisa Vs. The Third GradeTo the continually unintelligible Missy Elliot.Homer: Oh, I like food alright ... [</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115289326037699528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115289326037699528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115289326037699528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115289326037699528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/tonight-led-zeppelin-closes-with-bring.html' title='Tonight Led Zeppelin Closes With Bring it on Homer.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115283629409646034</id><published>2006-07-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:18:14.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of Nazi Sharks</title><summary type='text'>While I am writing a few other posts, I figured I'd fill the space by posting an old favorite of mine, something I wrote back in 2001 for a writing class. It truly was a different era.The aim of the writing exercise was to have something hidden, I think. The format doesn't work that well in the blogosphere, but who cares.INT - HALLWAY OUTSIDE OF PI OFFICE. - RAINY NIGHTThe ambiance is smoky and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115283629409646034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115283629409646034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115283629409646034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115283629409646034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/tale-of-nazi-sharks.html' title='The tale of Nazi Sharks'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115178130026028839</id><published>2006-07-01T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:15:00.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a job for Green Lantern, Thundra, or possibly Ghost Rider.</title><summary type='text'>Superman Returns. As I wrote in my  X-men 3 post :For better or worse, Superman represents the USA better than any character in the media today. Evolved to be the most powerful, filled with a God-like arsenal, and left with few equal enemies in the world. Superman’s great struggle is that he should rule the Earth, subject them to his will, yet he chooses to do the right thing, to protect them, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115178130026028839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115178130026028839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115178130026028839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115178130026028839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-job-for-green-lantern-thundra.html' title='This is a job for Green Lantern, Thundra, or possibly Ghost Rider.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115171297040313718</id><published>2006-06-30T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:16:10.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling the draft</title><summary type='text'>First off, congrats to my old friend Jimmy Cobo, who occasionally reads this blog and is maybe the only writer who writes longer posts than I do. It’s a mutual problem, why use 4 words when you can use 5,000 to describe a 4 minute song. Why not. Anyway, he’s starting to get some dap from the mp3 bloggers of the world. Check him out at  www.greenpeasness.orgHe’s one of my ten favorite reads on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115171297040313718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115171297040313718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115171297040313718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115171297040313718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/juggling-draft.html' title='Juggling the draft'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115134334412634062</id><published>2006-06-26T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:56:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best male performaces of the decade (acting 2 of 2)</title><summary type='text'> primerJack Black in School of Rock- Part of this comes from his perfect role. He gets to be Jack Black the persona more than he is Dewey, which would almost always make it seem like he is just playing to the audience. This discounts that we love actors for doing this (like everything Bogart was)… so what. Dewey’s maturity was bound to grow, it’s part of the plot. What Black does in this film is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115134334412634062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115134334412634062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115134334412634062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115134334412634062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-male-performaces-of-decade-acting.html' title='The best male performaces of the decade (acting 2 of 2)'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115134318066903998</id><published>2006-06-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:33:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me.. Emotion (acting 1 of 2)</title><summary type='text'>I have always gotten into fights with actors and dramatists when it comes to the virtues of cinema versus theater acting. More often than not, they feel that these two are one in the same, and the expression of so many facets is all important and thus should be what qualifies a great acting performance. Call it a difference of opinion. I can’t stand Glengarry Glen Ross the movie. Lauding the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115134318066903998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115134318066903998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115134318066903998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115134318066903998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/show-me-emotion-acting-1-of-2.html' title='Show me.. Emotion (acting 1 of 2)'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115065496275925297</id><published>2006-06-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:22:46.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to, Going on</title><summary type='text'>Listening to my Itunes, and going thru viral videos one after another, I finally came upon the inspiration for today’s little ditty. I have spent the last week or so stockpiling a bunch of posts for some larger, week long entries of a theme. To kill the suspense, they’re all rather bitter and likely will suck. But I have some rage I gots to get out of me. That and a long piece on love and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115065496275925297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115065496275925297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115065496275925297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115065496275925297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/moving-to-going-on.html' title='Moving to, Going on'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115041918817556350</id><published>2006-06-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:53:08.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's funny</title><summary type='text'>because it's true. More coming later...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115041918817556350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115041918817556350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115041918817556350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115041918817556350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115117022604784804</id><published>2006-06-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:18:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An exodus set to Radiohead</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this last week, but am posting it now, because it's somewhat drivel, it's entirely personal, and I like it for what it is, but not enought to post it as new.Most of the bad things I do, I do when I am drinking.Most of the best thoughts I have are when I am hung-over, namely that I shouldn’t drink so much.Dr. Marcus, Steaze, Lady Portland Rose Royce, and I all went down to Dockwilder last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115117022604784804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115117022604784804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115117022604784804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115117022604784804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/exodus-set-to-radiohead.html' title='An exodus set to Radiohead'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-115005535841741236</id><published>2006-06-11T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:49:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty of nerdy loot, self-deprecation, and the best thing Ikea has ever done (no assembly required)</title><summary type='text'>With the growth of Web 2.0 programs like Flickr, Youtube, and Myspace, the web continues to evolve to the heights everyone on the staff of Wired predicted 10 years ago. While the greatest inventions are porn based (tabbed browsing and thumbnails), it’s nice to see advertising take a  come 360. From the loading screen to the detail of the chicken in the country kitchen, it’s a fully realized piece</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115005535841741236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=115005535841741236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115005535841741236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/115005535841741236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/plenty-of-nerdy-loot-self-deprecation.html' title='Plenty of nerdy loot, self-deprecation, and the best thing Ikea has ever done (no assembly required)'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114975716189120708</id><published>2006-06-08T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T01:59:21.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sire alignment.</title><summary type='text'>Really, what are the odds of Paris Hilton making a good song? I mean it’s got to be Infinity minus 1 to 1. The Kansas City Royals have a lesser chance of running the table and getting to the World Series only to lose to the Spungos. For all you haters out there… Wait I am channeling Britney’s pre-divorce poem to the fans. And before I get back to the blonde bombshell who f’d all of LA, let’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114975716189120708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114975716189120708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114975716189120708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114975716189120708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/sire-alignment.html' title='Sire alignment.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114938368653894925</id><published>2006-06-03T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:14:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit back, relax, and pull up a stool:</title><summary type='text'>Ever since my CD player went out, I turned to the radio. With the exception of 89.9’s morning becomes eclectic and Indie 103.1, there isn’t much worth listening to outside of talk radio. And given how bad the sports radio is out here, the homogenized efficiency of ESPN radio is hurt. The top ten radio shows is another post entirely, and me and Steaze may collaborate on that one. But for now, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114938368653894925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114938368653894925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114938368653894925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114938368653894925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/sit-back-relax-and-pull-up-stool.html' title='Sit back, relax, and pull up a stool:'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114926811359012333</id><published>2006-06-02T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:20:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero Today, Gen  Tomorrow (revised 6/5/6)</title><summary type='text'>The circling winds that arise from Memorial Day activities from an America so off course may signal that we are not adrift as a whole, but sailing far reaching in separate directions, no longer on a course as a whole all for one to a larger destination. What do X-Men, Barry Bonds, and a new wave of high school kids reaching adulthood have in common?  X: Men 3, The Last Stand is something of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114926811359012333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114926811359012333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114926811359012333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114926811359012333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/06/hero-today-gen-tomorrow-revised-656.html' title='Hero Today, Gen  Tomorrow (revised 6/5/6)'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114875405576462506</id><published>2006-05-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:20:55.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous first lines of great novels as if they were written in Communist Russia</title><summary type='text'>A Tale of Two Cities:It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of oppression, it was the age of shootings, it was the epoch of Marx, it was the edict of Stalin, it was the season of Lynching, it was the season of Decapitations, it was the spring of attack dogs, it was the (ongoing) winter of despair (and poverty and corruption and shootings and an endless cycle of five </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114875405576462506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114875405576462506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114875405576462506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114875405576462506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/famous-first-lines-of-great-novels-as.html' title='Famous first lines of great novels as if they were written in Communist Russia'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114862303582063964</id><published>2006-05-25T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:34:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music/ marketing/ Book covers</title><summary type='text'>I guess I shinedboxed someone with the little bit about Gnarls Barkley two posts ago. First off, maybe this is a good point to clarify what I am going to be doing more often with the purpose of the writings. I am going to start focusing on media and it’s symbiotic effect on us as a culture. The My Generation posts are going to become more frequent, and I’m going to work more on the impacts of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114862303582063964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114862303582063964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-marketing-book-covers.html' title='Music/ marketing/ Book covers'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114854397137469705</id><published>2006-05-25T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:59:31.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No secrets here. Just a few good links.</title><summary type='text'>There are dirty erot-o-mags, high class gonzo, and yet sometimes, there is something so  transcendent  that it stupefies the testosterone in you, reducing the state of sexual aggression to that of a kid at the end of the bench. You don’t want to be the man, you don’t even have to be in the game; you just want to be closer to it.  In the semi-related category, you must be  this hot to pull off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114854397137469705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114854397137469705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114854397137469705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114854397137469705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-secrets-here-just-few-good-links.html' title='No secrets here. Just a few good links.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114849269087298248</id><published>2006-05-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:46:39.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Stinks! (Dave plays a critic)</title><summary type='text'>Quick notes for five albums I bought in the last month. Secret Machines: Ten Silver DropsUneven breakup album that is brilliant in moments. The opener “alone, jealous and stoned” is dynamite sad bastard music. A little long in parts, it’s good to see prog rock done well, but the flow of the album as a whole is tarnished by the two songs that are industrial prog compared to the quieter, slow burn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114849269087298248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114849269087298248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114849269087298248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114849269087298248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-stinks-dave-plays-critic.html' title='It Stinks! (Dave plays a critic)'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114819928019240816</id><published>2006-05-21T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:35:43.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry and 714, 715.</title><summary type='text'>I hate Bonds getting the record, but not because of who he is as a person, but because of the lack of moment tied to it. He wasn't a hero, he isn't an anti-hero, and sadly, he doesn't seem like he is out for anything other than himself. As a baseball fan, I hate seeing this moment, because I know how great it is, and I can get little joy from it due to everything that surrounds the chase. Tied </summary><link rel='related' href='http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=whitlock/060525' title='Barry and 714, 715.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114819928019240816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114819928019240816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114819928019240816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114819928019240816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/barry-and-714-715.html' title='Barry and 714, 715.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114814489695473827</id><published>2006-05-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:55:07.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying racism in a solipsistic way.</title><summary type='text'>I am really sick of racism. It really shouldn’t exist at this point, every war has been fought, and there isn’t any reason why a person born after 1975 should be subject to racism. Everything anyone could teach you about how one race is different from another is wrong. Sure, there are truths to stereotypes now and again, but the whole thing is incorrect because if religion has taught us anything,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114814489695473827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114814489695473827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114814489695473827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114814489695473827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/enjoying-racism-in-solipsistic-way.html' title='Enjoying racism in a solipsistic way.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114779631706864228</id><published>2006-05-16T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:18:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of two for Today. Because the Junior Senator for Ny is that misbegotten.</title><summary type='text'>First off, Sen. Hillary Clinton, go fuck yourself. That whole comment about our generation seeing work as a “four-letter word” could not be more off base. Your boomer generation has done nothing but run the other direction from the strides made in the 1960’s. We are in every sense worse off thanks to the reign of Boomer Lawyers, Flip Flop moralists, and the economic ramifications of the Me Decade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114779631706864228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114779631706864228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114779631706864228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114779631706864228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-of-two-for-today-because-junior.html' title='Two of two for Today. Because the Junior Senator for Ny is that misbegotten.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114779600572372962</id><published>2006-05-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:13:25.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music one of two for Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>There’s funny, and then there is the last 5 minutes of MTV’s Yo Momma. Just hearing Wilmer V stumble with his accent as he calls it “cash money” (sounds like CASs Monee). +Fergie (she of little talent and the Black Eyed Peas) is in Poseidon. I could go on a rant about putting hip hop stars in movies, but when they are in a life or death situation, the shaddedfruend (sic) is worthwhile. If I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114779600572372962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114779600572372962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114779600572372962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114779600572372962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-one-of-two-for-tuesday.html' title='Music one of two for Tuesday'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114727802176726218</id><published>2006-05-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:39:40.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two jokes from Dave</title><summary type='text'>Why I am posting this is beyond me, I just had fun with it. In one sense it's useless to describe the essence of a joke, you either get it or you don't. So, maybe these are appreciations of these two jokes, which means they may not have any point for anyone else. But I was writing these for my own files regardless. Maybe you'll enjoy. Two of my favorite jokes of all time:First off, the first joke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114727802176726218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114727802176726218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114727802176726218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114727802176726218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-jokes-from-dave.html' title='Two jokes from Dave'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114702123440867019</id><published>2006-05-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:00:34.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the brakes, that's the breaks</title><summary type='text'>About every six weeks at my hotel, they have a NA meeting for the weekend, former narcotic users run around the place, and most of them can be lumped into one of two categories; A: Sex fiend (they come to these things looking for an orgy) B: Chain smoking Cigarette fiends. I heard a guy say he went thru a carton over a weekend. That’s like me killing a keg in the same period. So they don’t drink,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114702123440867019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114702123440867019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114702123440867019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114702123440867019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/thats-brakes-thats-breaks.html' title='That&apos;s the brakes, that&apos;s the breaks'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114684643244976544</id><published>2006-05-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:15:29.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Indiana in Indiana Dave</title><summary type='text'>Pacers  lost.  And I am somewhat glad. I didn't need to see this team go half the distance to fall apart again. This team needs to be blown up and refit for chemistry. Coach rick is #3 in the league behind Scott Skiles (Far and away the best the league has seen since, well... Phil Jackson (don't call it a buddhist thing, it is, but don't call it that. get rid of J7, and Jax, and Tinsley for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114684643244976544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114684643244976544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114684643244976544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114684643244976544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-indiana-in-indiana-dave.html' title='For the Indiana in Indiana Dave'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114673188848893490</id><published>2006-05-04T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:38:08.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114673188848893490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114673188848893490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114673188848893490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114673188848893490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114625090869581503</id><published>2006-04-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:38:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the American Ideal on the Ropes?</title><summary type='text'>Living in Indiana, I was raised conservative by osmosis. People didn’t like Clinton; they liked the Repub revolution of 1994, and were for the death penalty. While the Bible Belt sentiment surely crept into the mindset of abortion, there were far too many white trash teen pregnancies to dismiss the idea as a whole. Around 1994, I was against letting a woman into the Citadel, I was pro-death </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.prospect.org/web/page.ww?section=root&amp;name=ViewPrint&amp;articleId=11400' title='Is the American Ideal on the Ropes?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114625090869581503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114625090869581503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114625090869581503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114625090869581503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-american-ideal-on-ropes.html' title='Is the American Ideal on the Ropes?'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114618107728059919</id><published>2006-04-27T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:37:57.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INLY speaks this way.</title><summary type='text'>For all ten of you readers out there, I figured I compile a list of terminology and catchphrases we uses here at I Never Loved You. Let’s start with some of the simple stuff. GD: Dave’s abbreviation for God Damn. Don’t know why he uses it. Whatev’s: Steaze’s pseudo-gay way of saying he’ll do what he wants. Wash My Car: to have sex with a girl. – Started in 2004 when Me, Steaze, and Dr. Brody were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114618107728059919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114618107728059919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114618107728059919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114618107728059919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/inly-speaks-this-way.html' title='INLY speaks this way.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114605978263109605</id><published>2006-04-26T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T06:59:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fleeting moments on a brink</title><summary type='text'>I am an Arsenal fan. Or I try to be. It's hard to do so in the states, especially since I only started following the team in 2001 and because I have no other attachment to them other than Nick Hornby. Until today I followed them as passively as a total fanatic could, watching only on FSC and occasionally going to the websites. It was a team who I followed but never got the moment to ever feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114605978263109605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114605978263109605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114605978263109605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114605978263109605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/fleeting-moments-on-brink.html' title='The fleeting moments on a brink'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114601517183104740</id><published>2006-04-25T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:40:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meta--rocking</title><summary type='text'>For so many, including myself, music is a big part of lif--be it cathartic,  invigorating, complimenting it etc.--songs for many people for many ocassions.For my guru Schopenhaer it was 'the most powerful of all arts' and proceeds to elucidate this claim in an interesting way.  This is not in need of justification or argumentaiton to support far as I'm concerned--its axiomatic--a given if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114601517183104740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114601517183104740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114601517183104740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114601517183104740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/meta-rocking.html' title='meta--rocking'/><author><name>Dr. Marcus Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05918536921306537371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114581096446769479</id><published>2006-04-23T09:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:56:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listful again (The Best Single Seasons of TV from 1993 to 2006)</title><summary type='text'>Rather than judge any show against each other for a time being, lets take some of the best and simply place the season runs against t’others. Drama and Comedy are included. There are no restrictions for entries, but I am going to limit them somewhat. By the way, if Miniseries were included, Band of Brothers would have taken this one in a walk. That’s a whole post, but really, it’s the best thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114581096446769479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114581096446769479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114581096446769479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114581096446769479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/listful-again-best-single-_114581096446769479.html' title='Listful again (The Best Single Seasons of TV from 1993 to 2006)'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114573643092266661</id><published>2006-04-22T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:07:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man in the Mirror...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114573643092266661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114573643092266661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114573643092266661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114573643092266661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/man-in-mirror.html' title='Man in the Mirror...'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114531963137619678</id><published>2006-04-17T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:34:38.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortchanged for the Tough Sell</title><summary type='text'>PrimerThe night before was filled with nervous joy. 9 days of worry-free nonchalance is a mighty dish to eye once it’s been put before you. One knows that you can’t overdo it, you can’t go all out from the beginning, yet the overwhelming upside of such a feast is thoroughly appetizing to the body and mind. The rational path is the second in sequence, following the notion of indulging to impulse. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114531963137619678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114531963137619678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114531963137619678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114531963137619678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/shortchanged-for-tough-sell.html' title='Shortchanged for the Tough Sell'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114531919004759346</id><published>2006-04-17T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:13:10.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part one</title><summary type='text'>My worst spring break. Part two is linked above, and good god, does it get long. To preface, I did something of a writing exercise to see if I could get myself out of this broken English blogging and screnplay format has turned my writing into. It's a memory done in short story form, with none of the asides, digressions and Dave isms firmly entrenched with my written style. It still needs a full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114531919004759346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114531919004759346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114531919004759346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114531919004759346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/part-one.html' title='Part one'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114525454586505300</id><published>2006-04-16T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:19:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cruel Fate (...or "Shouldn't Dave have posted that?")</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114525454586505300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114525454586505300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114525454586505300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114525454586505300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-cruel-fate-or-shouldnt-dave-have.html' title='More Cruel Fate (...or &quot;Shouldn&apos;t Dave have posted that?&quot;)'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114498253727245087</id><published>2006-04-13T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:42:17.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gladiators meet their makers</title><summary type='text'>Cruel fate. (New post coming soon)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114498253727245087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114498253727245087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114498253727245087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114498253727245087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/gladiators-meet-their-makers.html' title='Gladiators meet their makers'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114491123018805823</id><published>2006-04-12T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:53:50.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset in my Eyes...</title><summary type='text'>View from the bottom.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114491123018805823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114491123018805823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114491123018805823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114491123018805823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunset-in-my-eyes.html' title='Sunset in my Eyes...'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114490857013205180</id><published>2006-04-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:09:30.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From doctor Turner. (Dave's Dad)</title><summary type='text'>So I got me here this email from my pa. I don't how many of you shop at Sears, but this may be useful to know. I am posting this to you to warn you of something that happened to me, as I have become a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. This happened to me at Sears and it could happen to you.Here's how the scam works:Two seriously good-looking 18-year-old girls come over to your car as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114490857013205180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114490857013205180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114490857013205180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114490857013205180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/from-doctor-turner-daves-dad.html' title='From doctor Turner. (Dave&apos;s Dad)'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114444078057763860</id><published>2006-04-07T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T13:13:00.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like this one time I wrote a post about Family Guy.</title><summary type='text'>So I have been sitting on this post for a while, having it be essentially footnotes (gotta cut footnotes) to a retrospective of the 80’s culture and the renaissance it had when the I love the 80’s launched. It’s taking a while because it’s part of a larger look into the strange culture of anti-celebrity America is going through, and how it likely relates to deep wounds of 9/11 and the Iraq war. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114444078057763860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114444078057763860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114444078057763860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114444078057763860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/like-this-one-time-i-wrote-post-about.html' title='Like this one time I wrote a post about Family Guy.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114439508063912130</id><published>2006-04-07T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:31:20.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brevity, et al.</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114439508063912130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114439508063912130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114439508063912130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114439508063912130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/brevity-et-al.html' title='Brevity, et al.'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114409078830125991</id><published>2006-04-03T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:33:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Dave pimps Youtube and Top Gear.</title><summary type='text'>So, while I am saving money to pay for MS word (or Steaze gets me a copy), I may be writing more abstract works for a while in the blogger box. So I'll start with a multi meed post. Top Gear is probably my favorite show on computer. I say this because I never find it on the proper telly and I am forced to watch google and Gvids. Tech savvy, peppered with dry humor, smart and smart alecky and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114409078830125991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114409078830125991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114409078830125991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114409078830125991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-dave-pimps-youtube-and-top-gear.html' title='So, Dave pimps Youtube and Top Gear.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114357721464164856</id><published>2006-03-28T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T07:51:41.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Room</title><summary type='text'>One of my more painfully memorable hotel moments came last year when I was working at the Belamar in Man-ha-ann Beach. It is a boutique style hotel, very cutting edge. Hell you can see most of the place in the video linked two posts ago. There were a lot of smaller wedding ceremonies that took place there, and we always grew close to those involved. For five days, we would drive them around, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114357721464164856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114357721464164856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114357721464164856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114357721464164856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/blue-room.html' title='Blue Room'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114351051131159425</id><published>2006-03-27T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:03:17.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The company I keep</title><summary type='text'>My outlook in life and my views have been determined, like everyone else through the lessons that have forced their way down my throat, and in most cases, by kicking my ass in the process. You can’t drink that much booze without consequences. You can’t win money in casinos. You can get ahead, but you can’t leave a winner. It’s just not in your mentality, Dave. The only time a woman you aren’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114351051131159425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114351051131159425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114351051131159425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114351051131159425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/company-i-keep.html' title='The company I keep'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114331803053722683</id><published>2006-03-25T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:36:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to a night of the Templar</title><summary type='text'>A year ago I stated that Indie 103.1 was one of the reasons I wouldn’t leave LA. This double as a completely true statement and one that clearly has ties to deeper creative longing. I could physically leave LA, and it’s not like the only thing stopping me from doing so would be a radio station. But a while back, I posted a long 3 part post about Rock and roll and the meanings of Punk, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114331803053722683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114331803053722683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114331803053722683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114331803053722683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodbye-to-night-of-templar.html' title='Goodbye to a night of the Templar'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114305784336106921</id><published>2006-03-22T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T12:12:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t fear the reaper</title><summary type='text'>Time and death lay heavy for all men. They are as they were the year before. Time may be a fragment of our imagination or a concept our minds can’t yet fully overcome, but as it is today, if your friend Justin takes a digital cam picture and then shows it to you, then your mind process the fact that this image is of a person younger than you. While it doesn’t feel the effect now, it processes it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114305784336106921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114305784336106921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114305784336106921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114305784336106921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-fear-reaper.html' title='Don’t fear the reaper'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114233219894969002</id><published>2006-03-14T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:58:06.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footnotes, gotta cut Footnotes</title><summary type='text'>This is a set of footnotes in reverse order to the Kid A Fight Club thing that turned into a long digression worthy of a post. If you want to read something long and decently interersting, read the post that follows. If you want something short, sweet, and sexy, stay here. Before we get to them, I would like to note that the enjoyment I had writing these was far more than the post that spawned it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114233219894969002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114233219894969002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114233219894969002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114233219894969002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/footnotes-gotta-cut-footnotes.html' title='Footnotes, gotta cut Footnotes'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114233192507077652</id><published>2006-03-14T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:58:43.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fightin and Fight Club... this one gets really long</title><summary type='text'>So Steaze, Marcus and I went to Dockwilder a few nights ago and got shitfaced. Probably the most fun I have had since I was having sex and the theme from the A team came up in my playlist. (that’s right ladies, you can get great foreplay followed by average sex with TV nostalgia when you shack with Indiana!!)You know it’s a good time when these two show up at home and they are already drunker </summary><link rel='related' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2000_10_01_ineverlovedyou_archive.html' title='fightin and Fight Club... this one gets really long'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114233192507077652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114233192507077652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114233192507077652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114233192507077652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/fightin-and-fight-club-this-one-gets.html' title='fightin and Fight Club... this one gets really long'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114160022606890759</id><published>2006-03-05T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:05:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triumphant Return of the...</title><summary type='text'>I think these shirts pretty accurately describes the attitude of thiswebsite.The Triumphant Return of the... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114160022606890759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114160022606890759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114160022606890759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114160022606890759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/triumphant-return-of.html' title='The Triumphant Return of the...'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114150655708920887</id><published>2006-03-04T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:05:42.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eye for an eye</title><summary type='text'>An eye for an eye Someone once said that if people live together long enough they began to look alike. asshole.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114150655708920887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114150655708920887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114150655708920887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114150655708920887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/eye-for-eye.html' title='An eye for an eye'/><author><name>toastycakes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://homepage.mac.com/ilovepink/blog/gucci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114133114363932745</id><published>2006-03-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:25:43.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My generation, part one of .... Goldeneye</title><summary type='text'>So I am still trying to figure out where I am going with this site. But to fair, no one seems to care either way and Steaze has been MIA for three months now. So, I am going to combine two of the things I love the most into a long series. MediaAnd My Generation.My generation: I wrote about this in my post 2004 election post. http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2004/11/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114133114363932745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114133114363932745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114133114363932745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114133114363932745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-generation-part-one-of-goldeneye.html' title='My generation, part one of .... Goldeneye'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114054841433083867</id><published>2006-02-21T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T11:10:29.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of 25.</title><summary type='text'>Part two of my 25th birthday adventure. Seeing as this opens by going back in time, the odds of a third part are outstanding. So I woke up around 1 am or so. Being on GY time is the essence of an altered state. You are awake when everyone is asleep, you still get to enjoy the morning, (the working man’s best part of the day) and the dusk to dawn hours (the drinking, drugging, and sociopath’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114054841433083867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114054841433083867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114054841433083867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114054841433083867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/02/30-days-of-25.html' title='30 days of 25.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-114012707757769851</id><published>2006-02-16T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T10:06:27.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing ground / Biding time.</title><summary type='text'>I can’t really figure out when it was. Somewhere I went away from believing in it. I think it’s because of the timing of when it happened. It’s that the final chapter of his legend happened to intersect with a unique and more personal love of mine. I always watched in awe, as we all did, but when it came to that series in 1998, I was tired of hearing about it. About the time the aura around him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114012707757769851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=114012707757769851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114012707757769851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/114012707757769851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/02/standing-ground-biding-time.html' title='Standing ground / Biding time.'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10979553.post-113994819504993575</id><published>2006-02-14T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:16:35.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend of my 25th birthday:</title><summary type='text'>An essay, a drunken amalgam of loose stories, and finding that special moment somewhere in the mix of figuring out what the hell you are doing. Some one in our group had decided to have a weekend getaway for all of us who had recently had a birthday. Mine was the tenth, my man Brian was the 9th, and someone else had a b-day in there. Whatever. That’s the initial reason not the point. Some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113994819504993575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10979553&amp;postID=113994819504993575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/113994819504993575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10979553/posts/default/113994819504993575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineverlovedyou.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-of-my-25th-birthday.html' title='The weekend of my 25th birthday:'/><author><name>Indiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02722613945290917262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
