<?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-198610102391714422</id><updated>2012-01-14T20:53:54.169-05:00</updated><category term='salt'/><category term='marsh'/><category term='caterpillar'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='saltmarsh'/><title type='text'>Prime Drive</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for those who like to read about conflict.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-4003609846991725137</id><published>2011-04-05T23:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:09:31.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFYtv_rq0qI/TZvmrv6X1WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oONgmXs3bto/s1600/kanye.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFYtv_rq0qI/TZvmrv6X1WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oONgmXs3bto/s200/kanye.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592317001580664162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession. I have a secret obsession with Kanye West. The funny thing is, I only just realized this about 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching Kanye's new song 'All of the Lights' featuring Rihanna and Kid Cudi. This music video, combined with everything I already know about Kanye West has led me to a realization: Kanye West is an artistic genius. Some people think that Kanye is a troll, or some sort of celebrity failure. These people are FOOLS. I swear to you, I can see beyond Kanye's awkward outer shell, and I guarantee you that he is a fucking genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is a huge fan of Kanye, and I especially like some of his older songs. I do not like most of his newer stuff though, it's just auto-tuned shit. Besides being a fan of him, I have realized that I am actually secretly obsessed with him, and this was previous unknown to even myself. I am obsessed with Kanye and I didn't even know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I own the Neoseeker account named 'Kanye West'. That alone is significant enough of my obsession. Second, my Skype username (which I will not post) directly mentions Kanye West and implies that I am him. These accounts have made me realize that I internally see myself as Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West is a fucking god among men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-4003609846991725137?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4003609846991725137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/04/kanye-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4003609846991725137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4003609846991725137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/04/kanye-west.html' title='Kanye West'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFYtv_rq0qI/TZvmrv6X1WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oONgmXs3bto/s72-c/kanye.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-2482082662859535444</id><published>2011-04-02T14:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:22:58.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word: Unprofessional</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a class this semester called The Mathematics of Ranking and Clustering (MA 493). This class is very interesting to say the least, although I am a bit disappointed in the extremity of the amount of applied math that we use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real complaint I have about this class is the way the instructor grades our assignments. It seems that every single time I submit an assignment, there is some sort of small error or mistake on my part, which I promptly fix and resubmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there have been 3 times now where no mistake has been made, but I have not received full credit. The first time was on the first assignment. In the first part of the assignment, we had to create a matrix A and exponentiate it a bit within the program that we coded. On the assignment page, he clearly states, "You decide how many powers of A you want to use." What does this mean? It means exactly what it says: the student decides how many powers A will be raised to. I decided to raise A to the 2nd or 3rd power, I don't remember exactly which one. Guess what? He didn't give me credit for the problem because I didn't exponentiate A enough. I will re-post the quote for emphasis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You decide how many powers of A you want to use."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing you can do here. I decided how many powers I wanted to use, and the number was 2 or 3. I could understand if someone used a power of 0 or maybe even 1, but the fact remains the same; he gave us the option to choose the power. I was furious. I had been robbed of points because he simply didn't like the fact that I didn't raise A to a higher power (by the way, the matrix converges after the 7th power, which means that anything higher than 7 would give the same thing as using the 7th power, so now you realize that using 2 or 3 is not that bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next issue was in one of my recent assignments, assignment 4 or so. In this assignment, I actually coded everything correctly, but he misread my code and took off points. I spoke to him about it and he realized his error, I repeat, HE REALIZED HIS ERROR, but he still didn't give me full points. I have no idea why, but I didn't care enough to bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he has gone too far. In the most recent assignment that I submitted, assignment 5, we were supposed to code some sort of function that would take TWO, pay attention to this number, TWO inputs. Those inputs were: a decimal &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alpha&lt;/span&gt;, which is a percentage, and an integer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;, which is the number of teams our code is supposed to display at the end. Guess what I did? I coded the function to accept the two inputs. However, I DID NOT RECEIVE FULL CREDIT. Why? Because he decided, after the assignments were submitted, to invent his own third input, which was a specific file that would be used to check our code. He used two files to do this: the same file I used to write the code with, and a different file that I didn't use to write the code with, BUT RUNS CORRECTLY WHEN THE FUNCTION IS MODIFIED TO ACCEPT IT. So, what's the problem? The problem is this: First of all, I coded the function exactly as it was specified on the assignment, and I did so correctly. Therefore, I deserve full credit. Second, my code actually does correctly use the second input file that he used, but we were NEVER informed to accommodate for it, WHICH I WOULD'VE DONE, IF THE ASSIGNMENT SAID TO DO SO. Therefore, I deserve full credit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is absolutely ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is penalizing me for something that I am completely capable of coding (but I didn't, because he never told us to). And, he is not grading based on what was actually assigned, but rather by some fantasy land assignment he had in his mind after all the assignments were submitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simply unprofessional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-2482082662859535444?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2482082662859535444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-word-unprofessional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2482082662859535444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2482082662859535444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-word-unprofessional.html' title='One Word: Unprofessional'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7052457116932713612</id><published>2011-04-01T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:50:57.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Physics Students Are Taunting Us</title><content type='html'>I am a student at NC State University studying Mathematics. One of my favorite places to hang out is the Mathematics Undergraduate Lounge, abbreviated MUL by me and my friend Will. We always refer to it as ''the MUL'', which sounds a lot like saying ''the Mole''. That little piece of information is completely irrelevant, but I just wanted to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you walk into the MUL, you will be staring at the far wall, which is actually just 2 gigantic windows. On the other side of the windows is a small room which has a few entrances on the first floor (the MUL being on the second floor). Thus, if you walk up to the windows and look down, you can see people walking in/out of their classes. It's somewhat creepy, somewhat of a stalker's viewpoint. In that little room, on the opposite side of the MUL windows, are other windows which display the outside world. Beneath these other windows is a window sill. It is really more of a small ledge than a window sill, but the phrase window sill makes more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have noticed that someone has managed to place a small bouncy ball on the window sill, which raises some questions. This window sill is at least 8-10 feet from the ground, so nobody could possibly reach up there. The first question is: how did they get the bouncy ball up there without it falling off? I simply cannot figure this out. One might typically think that the bouncy ball was thrown extremely vertically, but I believe that, even if this occurred, the ball would still have enough momentum and energy, or whatever the hell the term is, to bounce right off. This has caused me to develop a theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that one of those damn physics students figured out some sneaky way to get the ball up there, and has placed it there to taunt us (us meaning the math undergrads). If you look out of the MUL windows, you can't help but see that poor little bouncy ball, all alone and helpless, sitting there on that ledge. It's a sign of torment. They want us to kill ourselves, struggling to figure out how they got it up there. Day and night, the math majors are tormented by the mystery of the tiny bouncy ball, still sitting on that window sill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided to act. I will plot revenge against the Physics students. My first course of action is to obtain the trophy which stands, just out of reach, in our line of sight. I will obtain the bouncy ball and keep it as a trophy of victory. Then, I will infiltrate their ground. The physics majors have their own lounge, similar to ours. Some might say that the physics lounge is better than ours, but those people are fools, FOOLS I tell you! I will examine the physics students in their natural habitat, and plot my revenge from the inside. No idea will go unconsidered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have my plan of attack, I will strike! Faster than a speeding bullet, I will strike. The physics majors will find out about this destruction, but it will be too late! I will have already enacted my revenge. Be warned physics geeks; the math majors are after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7052457116932713612?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7052457116932713612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/04/physics-students-are-taunting-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7052457116932713612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7052457116932713612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/04/physics-students-are-taunting-us.html' title='The Physics Students Are Taunting Us'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-47213202625140564</id><published>2011-03-19T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:06:29.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Downfall of Goober</title><content type='html'>Goober's cyber-security has been breached, and now it is time for me to investigate the hidden cave that I have discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I am writing this post as I am working on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I notice that I have 2 e-mails in my troll account from her Gmail. This confirms that the e-mail forwarding works, which is good. This will come in handy if a ''possession war'' takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I have two main options: snoop around her e-mail or snoop around the information in her university account. I decided to check out her university account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am checking her transcript to find out what classes she has taken (personal curiosity). Wow! To my surprise, I discover her middle name and birthday immediately. At this point, I have decided to create an information profile of this chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gained access to her Moodle account. This means that I have information regarding which students took classes with her (but only for certain classes). This is useful, because now I know who she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one portion of her account that goes to financial aid information. It uses a slightly different login, hence, a different password. I fail the login and realize that in order to find the password I need her social security number. I can probably find it somewhere in her account, so I'll come back to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parent access portion of her account is kind of lulzy. It provides me with the names of her parents, as well as their e-mail addresses and their PIN's. If I ever find one of their debit cards, I'll probably have access to their money. I noticed a button called ''initiate password reset''. I wonder what it does, so I'm going to click it and see what I can do with it. Wait ... oh shit. Nothing happened. I just got an e-mail on her account that notified me ''and the parent'' of the password reset. Fuck, now the alarm has gone off and her dad will get some kind of notification to change his password or something. Oh well, that shouldn't be too alarming. Jesus Christ, I need to be a bit more careful. By the way, his PIN at the moment is 1234. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm still trying to find that social security number. I'm trying to look at all of her school records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out which dorm, room, etc she lives in on campus, and I found out her home address. I can see her roomate's name, phone number, home address, major, e-mail address, living habits, age, and year (junior). I found the login to change data regarding her university ID, but it has that same funky login as the financial aid website. I'll have to return to this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I also have access to her print account which has about $15 in it. I can use this for my own personal printing or to waste her money. From what I can see (from her financial records) she seems wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I have found so much about this girl but the one thing I cannot find is her social security number. Let me check her Gmail and see what I can find there. I'm checking her contacts to see if she contacted herself on another e-mail; no luck. She has a lot of e-mails in her trash folder, so I'm going to have to look through all of those as well but at the moment I'll check her inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her e-mails are interesting. I have one e-mail in which she organizes a group study session with one of the guys from her class. She has a few e-mails about a study abroad opportunity in Australia, and oh shit! A breakthrough discovery; one of the study abroad e-mails has a website to view her acceptance decision. By now, it is obvious that she was accepted, but the important thing to note is that the website has a login feature! Do you know what time it is? Find the password! Fuck, right underneath the login it specifically states that it's the same as your university login. Nothing to be learned here. I'll login anyway, just for the hell of it. She was accepted to the North Queensland program, whoopde-fucking-do. Oh fuck, I think I see some candy. I found a page with a bunch of 'documents' she needed to submit for applying to the program. Let me see if they show copies of the documents, because one might show her social security number. Lol, some of her essays are somewhat funny. Great, part of her application includes a section where she mentions her method of payment and guess what she said? 'My parents will pay for it.' Lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. There sure is a LOT of information in this application for study abroad. She had chicken pox in 1994 (when she was 3 or so). Apparently she doesn't smoke, which was actually one of the questions lol. Apparently her father doesn't live with her, and she lives with her mother. Nothing else to see here, back to her Gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it is! Her social security number makes its first appearance. Some random file she e-mailed herself contains a copy of her social security number. Holy shit, and a lot more information! LMFAO. This file also contains records of a speeding ticket she received. And another! LOL! And another ticket for 'unlicensed to drive'. This is EPIC! Her sex offender check and arrest check both come back clean though. The e-mail before this one is a receipt for a criminal background check. Well, I guess that explains that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to put that social security number to good use! I'll go back to her e-mail later. Crap, I can only CHANGE the PIN, not discover it. Oh well, it looks like I'll be coming back to this another day. Back to the trash folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see an e-mail from her mother stating that she has paid for her plane ticket to Australia. It seems like her parents are always paying for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that's about it, except for some awkward emails where she dictates grocery lists to her mom. At any point in time, I could easily snipe access to her Facebook account, her financial aid account, and even her university card account (which probably has a decent amount of money on it). I could also probably create some elaborate scheme to scam her and her family out of a lot of money but obviously I'm not going to do that. Basically, I have control over her life. I'm done with this for now, but I will definitely keep my eye on this girl through her e-mails and such. Once I get an opportunity to- oh shit, I just realized. I saw a few e-mails that were receipts from iTunes. Nothing too significant; they had the last 4 digits of her credit card but that means nothing, HOWEVER, I now know of another account she has: iTunes! I can try to log into that. Actually, I probably won't, because I have no reason to. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll read her e-mails and if I see any e-mails indicating any other accounts or e-mail accounts she has, I'm going to revive this and pursue it further. I need to run some tests before I get too sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Der König&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-47213202625140564?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/47213202625140564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/downfall-of-goober.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/47213202625140564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/47213202625140564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/downfall-of-goober.html' title='The Downfall of Goober'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-9071728726484591870</id><published>2011-03-19T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:19:51.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goober</title><content type='html'>I was studying today in an undisclosed location, when all of a sudden my friend called me over to the computer he was using. The previous user hadn't logged out of their account, and their Gmail was open. The previous user had been using FireFox and I realized that the ''would you like FireFox to save this password'' box was open, unanswered. Her simple act of ignoring this box would lead to my access to her account. I immediately clicked ''remember''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a piece of cake from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fiddled around with her E-mail settings a bit, but didn't change anything noticeable. After all, I didn't want her to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; she was under attack. I signed up for e-mail forwarding on my troll account, so I would receive every e-mail that she receives. This is great for many reasons, some of which I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I decided to go back to my ''remember password'' idea. I won't explain exactly how I did it (there are multiple ways, I use the quickest and easiest one), but I used that to get her e-mail password. Being logged into someone's e-mail account temporarily is one thing, but having 24/7 access to it is another. Not only that, but by gaining her e-mail password I also gained her password to the university system. This is pretty significant, as you could guess, but I don't intend to use it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few minutes, I found her Facebook (which is how I know she is a female) and various information within her university account. I noticed that she had good grades, which is good. I found the e-mail addresses of her parents, some other identifying information, and, my favorite of all, her wish list for classes next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, a few goals began to develop, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gain unnoticed access to her Facebook account&lt;br /&gt;2. Investigate further the information I have access to&lt;br /&gt;3. Intercept all cyber communication to and from her&lt;br /&gt;4. Figure out her password to other sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most prominent goal is the first one. I could easily snipe access to her Facebook account. I have a lot of experience in hijacking Facebook accounts, and I know the process like the back of my hand. The only problem is that I could only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snipe&lt;/span&gt; access, instead of just gaining it (i.e. in order to hack her Facebook account I would have to change her password instead of just discover it). This would draw unwanted attention to her accounts, and she would realize that she is under attack, so I must get unnoticed access; I must figure out her Facebook password on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-9071728726484591870?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/9071728726484591870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/goober.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/9071728726484591870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/9071728726484591870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/goober.html' title='Goober'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8056472834348635513</id><published>2011-03-14T23:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:57:31.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to write the letter K.</title><content type='html'>For a while now, I've noticed that the way I write K's in english is a bit odd. I learned the typical way in Kindergarden and I always wrote K's that way until recently, when I started writing a bit faster (perhaps a side-effect of taking copious notes in college). This is how K's are normally written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://funeasyenglish.com/graphics/writing/writing%20the%20english%20alphabet%20manuscript%20small%20letter%20k.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 57px; height: 105px;" src="http://funeasyenglish.com/graphics/writing/writing%20the%20english%20alphabet%20manuscript%20small%20letter%20k.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture taken, without permission, from &lt;a href="http://funeasyenglish.com/writing-the-english-alphabet-letter-k.htm"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks pretty standard, right? This is how I write K's now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ-eNzRhN1c/TX7iaHzkLLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iEIdPZudW7Y/s1600/k.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ-eNzRhN1c/TX7iaHzkLLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iEIdPZudW7Y/s200/k.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584149526385798322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the left shows the instructions for writing K's the way I do and the one on the right makes it a bit more obvious to see exactly how I draw them. First, I draw the downward line and then extend it upwards to the right (it looks like a half-arrow), then I draw the dotted line. It's a very efficient way to draw K's and it looks about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOticyw09VY/TX7jR7RE-AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CctnjGBbyFM/s1600/kitten.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOticyw09VY/TX7jR7RE-AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CctnjGBbyFM/s200/kitten.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584150485092595714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there is a noticeable difference but it looks about the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8056472834348635513?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8056472834348635513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-write-letter-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8056472834348635513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8056472834348635513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-write-letter-k.html' title='How to write the letter K.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ-eNzRhN1c/TX7iaHzkLLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iEIdPZudW7Y/s72-c/k.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-4148201801324921279</id><published>2011-03-03T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:26:15.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawshank</title><content type='html'>I created a new nickname for myself: Shawshank. Think of it as a rap name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-4148201801324921279?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4148201801324921279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/shawshank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4148201801324921279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4148201801324921279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/shawshank.html' title='Shawshank'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5451451804328567314</id><published>2011-03-03T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:27:14.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't adhere to the standards.</title><content type='html'>Writing in a college-level English class is bullshit (but not difficult at all for those who are curious). Adhering to strict MLA guidelines is difficult and restricts writing ability and neglects the need for emphasis. I am unable to italicize certain word, of my choosing, that I wish to emphasize. In MLA formatting, I am free to write about topics of my choosing but not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to write about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to say that my writing will not be emphasized and therefore will not be understood as it is meant to be. Should it not be at the discretion of the writer to write as he or she chooses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring to an essay that I'm writing for this class. When I am finished, I will publish it as it was meant to be written: with emphasis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5451451804328567314?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5451451804328567314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-adhere-to-standards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5451451804328567314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5451451804328567314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-adhere-to-standards.html' title='I can&apos;t adhere to the standards.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-4878932119311173921</id><published>2011-01-29T00:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:48:31.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nuzlocke Challenge</title><content type='html'>The Nuzlocke Challenge is a challenge which takes place in handheld pokemon games. There are two basic rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If a pokemon faints, it is considered "dead" and must be released.&lt;br /&gt;2. The only pokemon you are allowed to catch are the first pokemon you encounter on each route, but you can catch multiples of this one type of pokemon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some additional rules can be added based on preference to increase the difficulty or modify the method. I will be adding these rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pokemon cannot be healed outside of battle, except in pokemon centers.&lt;br /&gt;4. Every pokemon you catch must be given an individual nickname.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play in a different language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This challenge can be played in any pokemon game, but it was originally created for Ruby. I will be playing it in pokemon diamond version...in GERMAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/TUOpZrym9sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a2FlmP4NIvE/s1600/diamantedition.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/TUOpZrym9sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a2FlmP4NIvE/s200/diamantedition.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567479823076882114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing this challenge will be hard, but even harder considering I'll be doing it in a foreign language. I am semi-fluent in German but there will be a communication barrier between the game and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to develop strategies to make this challenge manageable, but it will be extremely difficult regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuzlocke: Challenge Accepted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-4878932119311173921?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4878932119311173921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/nuzlocke-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4878932119311173921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4878932119311173921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/nuzlocke-challenge.html' title='The Nuzlocke Challenge'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/TUOpZrym9sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a2FlmP4NIvE/s72-c/diamantedition.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-2703260505596564028</id><published>2011-01-28T16:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:40:01.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WormTV - EPIC!!!</title><content type='html'>Through my devious methods, I have discovered an epic website. This website is a constant broadcast of an online video stream of music. The website is hosted from Germany, and is thus completely in German, with some English translations appearing on certain pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wormtv.de/"&gt;Click here to check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called WormTV and it broadcasts many different types of techno- and electronica-based music. I actually won a free copy of the WormTV EP 2. I still have the package in which it was sent, it's all in German and it looks cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-2703260505596564028?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2703260505596564028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/wormtv-epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2703260505596564028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2703260505596564028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/wormtv-epic.html' title='WormTV - EPIC!!!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7287212191951763149</id><published>2011-01-28T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:35:55.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>German</title><content type='html'>One of the subjects I am studying in college is German. Because of this, I have gained semi-fluency in German, and I am on my way to being fluent. From time to time, some of my posts may be in German, in reference to German, or about something that is in German. If you do not speak German, as I expect none of my readers do, feel free to ignore anything that doesn't make sense but keep in mind that my posts relating to german topics aren't necessarily only for german-speakers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7287212191951763149?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7287212191951763149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/german.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7287212191951763149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7287212191951763149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/german.html' title='German'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-1928047062766678535</id><published>2011-01-28T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:28:11.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on in my life</title><content type='html'>Who cares? Lol, seriously. I'm in college studying Mathematics, I spend my free time doing things that I enjoy, etc. If you want to know more about me then talk to me through Facebook or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here in a while. I've got a lot to things to change on this blog. For one, I'm kind of embarrassed by my past posts. Most of them are a bit more vulgar than I'd like the public to see, but I won't censor them. I'll leave them up for the sake of archiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start posting more stories from my past. I have some great stories to tell, but normally I forget about them before I get a chance to tell them. This will give me the chance to publish my stories without forgetting them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-1928047062766678535?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1928047062766678535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-going-on-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1928047062766678535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1928047062766678535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-going-on-in-my-life.html' title='What&apos;s going on in my life'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6051719546834764936</id><published>2011-01-28T16:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:16:46.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ke$ha is f*cking ugly!</title><content type='html'>Just look at this monstrosity. She looks like something from a lagoon. Whoever decided to make this chick famous obviously doesn't know what beauty is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/TUMx-DlA3RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tslfQe_Pbdc/s1600/uglykesha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/TUMx-DlA3RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tslfQe_Pbdc/s200/uglykesha.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567348506542267666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6051719546834764936?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6051719546834764936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/keha-is-fcking-ugly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6051719546834764936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6051719546834764936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2011/01/keha-is-fcking-ugly.html' title='Ke$ha is f*cking ugly!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/TUMx-DlA3RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tslfQe_Pbdc/s72-c/uglykesha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5225330052157141855</id><published>2009-10-20T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:40:31.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple/Useful Program</title><content type='html'>I recently took up game programming and I've been working with Python (i.e. PyGame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this simple program to help me identify coordinates on the screen. I've been having a lot of difficulty accurately guessing coordinates. Whenever I want to display something on the screen I have just been guessing and I spend valuable time going back and checking to see if it placed on the right spot. This program gives very specific locations for coordinate sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: YOU MUST HAVE PYGAME INSTALLED FOR THIS TO WORK. FOR MORE INSTRUCTIONS, CLICK &lt;a href="http://pygame.org/download.shtml"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source code can be found &lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f28f4c9d8"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the coordinates displayed are the coordinates of the CENTER of the square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5225330052157141855?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5225330052157141855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/simpleuseful-program.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5225330052157141855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5225330052157141855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/simpleuseful-program.html' title='Simple/Useful Program'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5987171318768382071</id><published>2009-10-05T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:36:23.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Because that would be suicide"</title><content type='html'>A simple quote, but spoken with surprising consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell, but this was actually a very sweet thing to say. I won't go into detail, but trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show that context &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; matter. Don't analyze quotes outside of their source.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5987171318768382071?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5987171318768382071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-that-would-be-suicide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5987171318768382071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5987171318768382071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-that-would-be-suicide.html' title='&quot;Because that would be suicide&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6915554825468797693</id><published>2009-09-13T00:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:35:14.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Python Game - Hungry Fatty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SqxzCu8h6vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ftrVOiAtWs8/s1600-h/gameshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SqxzCu8h6vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ftrVOiAtWs8/s400/gameshot.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380802145599744754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this game I just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this game you are a floating head and you are hungry! Your objective is to get as fat as possible. In order to get fat you must eat as many burgers as you can while avoiding the bombs. Once you hit a bomb, it's game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: TO PLAY THIS GAME YOU MUST HAVE PYTHON AND PYGAME INSTALLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/654855671fa7ece5/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to all of the files (Python file + image/sound files).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f1933ce18"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the Python source code if you want to use your own sounds/files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the background music myself and I drew the player's sprite myself. Not impressive, but I just wanted to put that out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use WASD or ARROW KEYS to move the player. You can also use the mouse but I wouldn't recommend it. To exit the game, press ESC. If you eat a hamburger the game will play a chomping sound and if you touch a bomb you should hear an explosion. If these things do not happen, that doesn't mean the game has an error. Put all of the files on the desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on releasing an updated version with an invincible cheat. You can already see how I will do this if you understand the code and you look in the sound declaration block of code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also included 2 cheats in this release. Try to figure out how to activate them (look at the code).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6915554825468797693?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6915554825468797693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/09/python-game-hungry-fatty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6915554825468797693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6915554825468797693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/09/python-game-hungry-fatty.html' title='Python Game - Hungry Fatty'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SqxzCu8h6vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ftrVOiAtWs8/s72-c/gameshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6599873018481811493</id><published>2009-09-02T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:41:39.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook - Website, or Robot?</title><content type='html'>I love how when you click on a notification it takes you to the page and automatically scrolls down to the newest post, as if we are some sort of primordial human creatures somehow able to use a computer but not capable of using a scroll bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is when I sign off for a while and I get a ton of notifications. If someone comments on my status or something and then I click on the notification it takes me to my status and scrolls all the way down. So I have to scroll all the way back up to read all of the comments. This just causes me to do more work than I would have if Facebook didn't have these stupid features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is with these generic ass fan pages? Who made the fan page for "cash"? Nobody is going to not be a fan of cash. It's so stupid because you're pretty much forced to be a fan of all these cool things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on all those dumb games...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6599873018481811493?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6599873018481811493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-website-or-robot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6599873018481811493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6599873018481811493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-website-or-robot.html' title='Facebook - Website, or Robot?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5856679968872504827</id><published>2009-08-29T23:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:08:30.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Breakdown Video</title><content type='html'>The second I uploaded this video it was taken down due to copyright infringement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, YouTube has the authoritative power of a kindergartner, and it was restored almost immediately. I used a simple trick that brings the faggots that run YouTube down to their knees so they put it back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in all of its glory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ni4VdugImhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ni4VdugImhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5856679968872504827?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5856679968872504827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-breakdown-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5856679968872504827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5856679968872504827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-breakdown-video.html' title='New Breakdown Video'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6266703183665345657</id><published>2009-08-24T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:15:07.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ASCII Code Display</title><content type='html'>This is an interesting program; it displays an integer's corresponding ASCII character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it goes through every integer (in binary, converted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; an integer value) and displays the ASCII character for that integer value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Coded in Python&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source code is &lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f6d617800"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The values range from 0 to 255, because 0-255 are the only valid ASCII integer values. If you're interested in computer programming, try to figure out why and ask me if you want to know the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6266703183665345657?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6266703183665345657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/ascii-code-display.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6266703183665345657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6266703183665345657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/ascii-code-display.html' title='ASCII Code Display'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-4903497966343933929</id><published>2009-08-24T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:01:05.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Programming Update</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been messing around with a lot of different programming languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally programmed in C++ and then when I got back from camp I was using Java. Now I'm taking a class in Python so I'll be using that for a while (probably this whole semester).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, when I post source codes, I will specify which language I used to code the program. As an added challenge, I might try to create the same program in all 3 languages (C++, Java, Python).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joe Mur aka &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The King&lt;/span&gt; of Isaac Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-4903497966343933929?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4903497966343933929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/programming-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4903497966343933929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4903497966343933929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/programming-update.html' title='Programming Update'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3413589537712331843</id><published>2009-08-18T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:40:33.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School is closing in...</title><content type='html'>My summer vacation is over. Tomorrow is my first day back at school and I can't freakin' believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking some BS classes this semester. Here's a breakdown of the classes I'm taking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 395 - "Problem Solving in Mathematics" - I have no idea what this class is going to be like but there are only 4 students, including myself. Apparently we will be solving problems...in Mathematics. We will be presenting the solutions in a "public seminar", whatever the hell that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 101 - "College Reading and Writing I" - I hate english. I hate writing. I hate literature. I'm going to hate this class. I suck at writing and my reading comprehension sucks so this class is going to be ohhh sooo fun. If I'm lucky I can work the system and get an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology 105 - "General Psychology" - A "general studies" requirement, like English 101. I think this class won't be too bad. I'll probably just have to take a bunch of BS notes, study, and "respond" to things like articles and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German 102 - "Introductory German II" - A decent class. I took German 101 last semester and I got an A so hopefully I'll be able to do well in this class. It shouldn't cause too much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Science 112 - "Intro Computer Programming Python" - My easiest class. No joke, I'm going to sleep through this class and get an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see I will definitely have a few challenges but overall I should do fine. Worst case scenario, I'll get a couple B's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I leave you YouTube video. It's supposed to be "funny", but it's really not. It's just a good song so I thought I'd post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTihsJQHt48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTihsJQHt48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3413589537712331843?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3413589537712331843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-is-closing-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3413589537712331843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3413589537712331843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-is-closing-in.html' title='School is closing in...'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3823185475701907179</id><published>2009-08-12T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:47:48.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Programming Notes</title><content type='html'>I found these notes for a program I tried to write a long time ago. I remember what the program was supposed to do, but I have no idea what these notes mean; I have completely forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have the program evaluate n = f(x) of D(f(x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, have the program evaluate i = n % 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will store the remainder of that into the variable i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then evaluate s[i]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where string s is the first string with length &gt;= n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evaluate fibonacci sequence and perform a check after every evaluation (for every new item in the sequence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evaluate for 0 and 1 by hand, then continue with i = 2 for D(f(i))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evaluate D(n) for f(i) = n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* define sA and sB as digits of pi *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* s1 =  sA + sB *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if len(s1) &gt;= n&lt;br /&gt;  print s[n-1]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;* s2 = sB + s1 *&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; if len(s2) &gt;= n&lt;br /&gt;  print s[n-1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* s3 = s2 + s1 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if len(s3) &gt;= n&lt;br /&gt;  print s[n-1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* s4 = s3 + s2 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a bit more but it isn't as important. I slightly understand the first part, but after that I am completely lost. These notes are for a program that is supposed to solve &lt;a href="http://projecteuler.net/index.php?section=problems&amp;id=230"&gt;this problem&lt;/a&gt;. When I wrote these notes, and attempted to solve the problem, I was a programming noob. I never did figure out a solution to the problem, but if I tried to solve it now I would probably succeed. I might decide to revisit the problem at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3823185475701907179?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3823185475701907179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-programming-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3823185475701907179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3823185475701907179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-programming-notes.html' title='Random Programming Notes'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8600291725014238278</id><published>2009-08-08T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:59:57.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp Grasshopper</title><content type='html'>Everyday I seem to find tons of bugs around my house. Well guess what, here's another one. This grasshopper was on my back door window, so I could get a really good close up shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sn31IXS_BsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-GE8OIy04Zs/s1600-h/100_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sn31IXS_BsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-GE8OIy04Zs/s400/100_0734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367715854936901314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was HUGE too. It was like 3 inches long, which is pretty big for an insect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8600291725014238278?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8600291725014238278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/pimp-grasshopper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8600291725014238278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8600291725014238278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/pimp-grasshopper.html' title='Pimp Grasshopper'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sn31IXS_BsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-GE8OIy04Zs/s72-c/100_0734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-276892412266366980</id><published>2009-08-07T23:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:17:51.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Review: Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>First of all, if you are the kind of person who hates songs that are old, then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: You are a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;#2: You are probably a fucking hypocrite because I bet a couple months ago you started liking Michael Jackson's music &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the news of his death, but not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNUKftMiutI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNUKftMiutI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Young Buck&lt;br /&gt;Title: Get Buck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Instrumental: 10.0/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This instrumental is so fucking hot. If you have a bass amp, TURN THAT SHIT TO MAX. Your house will fucking shake when you blast this song, and you will experience a musical orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Lyrics: 9.0/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are great. The dirty lyrics are fucking raw as shit which is awesome, but the clean lyrics are even a bit comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Quotability: 9.5/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned above, the lyrics are amazing. There are so many potential quotes from this song it is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Pump Factor: 9.5/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, AMAZING. This song is so fucking crunk I want to blow my fucking brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Overall: 9.8/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is just great. If you're home alone I suggest you get a kick ass bass amp and turn that shit up; you will fucking LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO. IT IS AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-276892412266366980?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/276892412266366980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-review-hip-hop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/276892412266366980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/276892412266366980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-review-hip-hop.html' title='Song Review: Hip Hop'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5488254141657490215</id><published>2009-08-07T16:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:15:02.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Bug</title><content type='html'>I found this bug on a bush in front of my house. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SnyNZPk6G8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4o1YTpsexqM/s1600-h/halloweenbug.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SnyNZPk6G8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4o1YTpsexqM/s400/halloweenbug.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320320736369602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the hell this thing is, but for now I'm going to refer to it as the "Halloween Bug".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I just found out this thing is called a Milkweed Assassin Bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5488254141657490215?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5488254141657490215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/halloween-bug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5488254141657490215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5488254141657490215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/halloween-bug.html' title='The Halloween Bug'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SnyNZPk6G8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4o1YTpsexqM/s72-c/halloweenbug.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5525090661174012188</id><published>2009-08-05T01:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:02:59.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Program Idea</title><content type='html'>I want to make a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use GUI's so I have NO IDEA how I could possibly program a game and I especially don't want to just use ASCII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a few ideas for the game. One of the main ideas I want to implement is an auto-process algorithm where the character does an action without stimulus, based on the following code:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if( rewards &gt; risk )&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt; do(something);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, I don't know how the hell I could make this. Maybe I'll just use GUI's lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5525090661174012188?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5525090661174012188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/program-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5525090661174012188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5525090661174012188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/program-idea.html' title='Program Idea'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6866928632743608901</id><published>2009-08-04T00:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:55:57.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Hero vs. King Asian</title><content type='html'>If you don't want to read a long and boring story then just know this: I basically just owned a loser over the internet and took over a forum. That's really all there is to it, but there is a long story behind it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE 1: The website I refer to, neoseeker.com, is a forum website and I have a link to it on the right side of the blog if you want to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE 2: This is a VERY long post. I am a crappy writer and I never write a lot but I have written a TON here. I apologize if you get bored from reading it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started a few weeks ago, in the Intellectual Exchanges forum. You see, the Intellectual Exchanges forum is a forum where people go to discuss serious issues in a mature manner. For example, the most popular threads in IE are the ones about abortion, evolution, religion, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year and a half there has only been one moderator of the IE forum; Rome. Overall, he's been a decent mod. My only complaint is that he's been tied up with Fallen Hero to the point of ass-kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only recently noticed that Rome was running around at Fallen Hero's will. It seemed that every thread Fallen Hero infiltrated was "protected" by Rome. If you disagreed with Fallen Hero you would be disagreeing with Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's only natural for people to agree occasionally. I wasn't surprised that Rome and Fallen Hero seemed to "agree" a lot because it is my belief that they are of the same political party, therefore naturally aligning them on the same basic principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon I realized the problem: Rome was corrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was influenced by Fallen Hero in every decision that he made. Left and right people were getting shot down by this dream team of assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you know the backstory, I'll explain the two causes of the situation that occurred last night. The first cause was that I always got my posts deleted by Rome. And every one of my posts that was deleted was a post that was opposing Fallen Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fallen Hero makes some bullshit statement.&lt;br /&gt;* I call him out and provide him with the logical alternative.&lt;br /&gt;* My post gets reported, probably by Fallen Hero.&lt;br /&gt;* My post gets deleted with Rome under the basis that he suspects I am a troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do admit that I am indeed a troll, my posts weren't created for the sake of trolling. I wouldn't troll in IE, that's just dumb. Over time I had many posts deleted by this fuck face and I soon realized that the corruption was present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second cause was a great moment in my life. Rome was demoted. That's right bitches, the legendary moderator of IE was demoted; he was robbed of his moderator status and reduced to nothing more than a regular user. So why was he demoted? Take a fucking guess. Corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what happened. In a thread about abortion in the USA forum a member by the name of Candles made a claim that when a woman is raped it is the woman's fault. This is complete bullshit and I'm sure practically everyone in the world would agree with me. But what Rome did was unforgivable. He created a scenario where Candles' wife was raped by a bunch of thugs and he then asked if it would be his wife's fault. Candles flipped out and spammed the whole website with threads about the injustice that had occurred from the hands of a MODERATOR. Everyone thought that Candles was overreacting but the truth is that what Rome said was disgusting and inappropriate. Moderators are supposed to hold a higher standard of posting and he had obviously broken that standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supermoderators examined the situation and decided to take action. They demoted Rome from his status of Moderator due to inappropriate actions. Soon after, a thread was created in IE entitled "R.I.P. Rome" by none other than, you guessed it, Fallen Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the drama wasn't over. Half of the people posting in the thread posting along the lines of "Wow, I can't believe he got demoted over that bullshit, he got banned over some idiot who thinks rape is the woman's fault." and the other half posted along the lines of "What he did was wrong and he shouldn't have done it. I'm sad to see him go but he got what he deserved." I'm sure you can see which opinion is obviously more logical: the second one. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to post in the thread before it was locked by a supermod but I read the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that, I realized two things: Intellectual Exchanges no longer had a moderator AND Fallen Hero had no more protection from his big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I would call Fallen Hero out and let him and everyone else know about the bullshit that's been going on and how he's really been running this shit, behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot to say about Fallen Hero but in short he's an aspiring model and a self-proclaimed pickup artist with serious depression who frequently uses recreational drugs such as Marijuana. Aka, he's a fucking loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make my move in the "Sister Problems" thread which is a thread about a girl who is having issues with her sister, but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We legitimately got into an argument in that thread about what advice the OP should take, so I decided to take it to a "whole nother level". I decided to write a somewhat-mean post to get my point across, mainly noting about his arrogance. He didn't really care, but he continued his rampant bullshit throughout the thread so I decided to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Hero: "My advice has done nothing because she hasn't taken it. And yeah, I am the shit. Anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I responded: &lt;a href="http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/3976/fallenhero.png"&gt;My Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post was reported and hidden from view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think it was a very offensive post to be honest, or at least anywhere close to what I'm capable of, but you have to realize that I really don't give a shit about this guy. I'm just trying to call him out in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I got a PM notifying me that my post had been deleted but, to my surprise, it was the somewhat-mean one from before. I checked the thread again and my final post was still there, but it wasn't hidden anymore! What the fuck?! The mods decided to leave the post for everyone to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was flippin' crazy if you ask me, but it makes me feel good. I don't know the real reason why they left it up but I secretly believe that it's because the supermods AGREE WITH ME. They know about the bullshit that's been going on and they want everyone else to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I had practically conquered the Intellectual Exchanges forum. My posts were no longer being deleted for bullshit reasons, even very fucking offensive ones, and I had truly become KING Asian. Intellectual Exchanges still doesn't have a moderator but I think it's safe to say that until they do I'm pretty much running shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6866928632743608901?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6866928632743608901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/fallen-hero-vs-king-asian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6866928632743608901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6866928632743608901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/08/fallen-hero-vs-king-asian.html' title='Fallen Hero vs. King Asian'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7983736909714724548</id><published>2009-07-31T21:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:12:10.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Prime Factorization (Java)</title><content type='html'>This program calculates the prime factors of a given integer, using a recursive method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f2bac9481"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: The factors are displayed as float values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7983736909714724548?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7983736909714724548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-prime-factorization-java.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7983736909714724548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7983736909714724548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-prime-factorization-java.html' title='Project: Prime Factorization (Java)'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-217497285610353260</id><published>2009-07-31T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:10:42.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Hangman (Java)</title><content type='html'>This program is the simple game of Hangman (without the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f3226969"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the terms are related to computers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-217497285610353260?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/217497285610353260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-hangman-java.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/217497285610353260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/217497285610353260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-hangman-java.html' title='Project: Hangman (Java)'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-2730061515169706286</id><published>2009-07-31T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:09:16.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Fibonacci Sequence (Java)</title><content type='html'>This program outputs the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;th integer in the Fibonacci sequence, where the user inputs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f17c420b7"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program assumes that the Fibonacci sequence starts as 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-2730061515169706286?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2730061515169706286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-fibonacci-sequence-java.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2730061515169706286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2730061515169706286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-fibonacci-sequence-java.html' title='Project: Fibonacci Sequence (Java)'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5503220551931356646</id><published>2009-07-31T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:07:12.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Exponentiation (Java)</title><content type='html'>The user inputs two integers (a and b) and this program will compute the exponentiation (a to the power of b).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f7b88a6fe"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to this program is that I don't use the pow() function. It's much harder to write the program without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5503220551931356646?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5503220551931356646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-exponentiation-java.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5503220551931356646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5503220551931356646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-exponentiation-java.html' title='Project: Exponentiation (Java)'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-1617098379475975709</id><published>2009-07-31T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:04:39.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Cryptogram Maker (Java)</title><content type='html'>Here is the source code for a program I made that creates a cryptogram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f5979d9f5"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program takes a phrase (that is already in the code, but easily changed) and converts it into random characters. It then provides the user with the resulting output and gives the user a hint. The user is then supposed to use the hint to figure out which characters are substituted in order to decode the message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-1617098379475975709?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1617098379475975709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-cryptogram-maker-java.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1617098379475975709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1617098379475975709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-cryptogram-maker-java.html' title='Project: Cryptogram Maker (Java)'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-2873191040992367853</id><published>2009-07-25T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:54:28.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons Of Posts Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>I've been at camp for a week so I haven't gotten a chance to post anything but I'll be writing tons of posts later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-2873191040992367853?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2873191040992367853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/tons-of-posts-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2873191040992367853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2873191040992367853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/tons-of-posts-coming-soon.html' title='Tons Of Posts Coming Soon'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6004739532578902473</id><published>2009-07-18T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:46:31.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Games: Graphics vs. Gameplay</title><content type='html'>Which do you prefer, graphics or gameplay? Personally, I'd have to pick gameplay. Any REAL gamer would choose the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that more and more games are being played JUST for the graphics. For example, consider Mirror's Edge. Overall most reviews for Mirror's Edge were generally positive, but some were just outright horrible. One website review even gave the game a 5/10! But I have to admit, the graphics are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/0a/MirrorCity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/0a/MirrorCity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo: IN-GAME shot from Mirror's Edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to use my favorite game as an example, The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majora's Mask has decent graphics...for an N64 game. But the gameplay is amazing! This game is great. Take a look at the graphics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.gamerevolution.com/images/games/n64/legend_of_zelda_majoras_mask/legend_of_zelda_majoras_mask_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 228px;" src="http://media.gamerevolution.com/images/games/n64/legend_of_zelda_majoras_mask/legend_of_zelda_majoras_mask_004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that great, but like I said the gameplay is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time it's inevitable that video games will have better graphics, but that doesn't mean that old video games sucked. So if you think games are better/worse based on graphics, you must be one very materialistic person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6004739532578902473?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6004739532578902473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/video-games-graphics-vs-gameplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6004739532578902473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6004739532578902473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/video-games-graphics-vs-gameplay.html' title='Video Games: Graphics vs. Gameplay'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3591347224575981166</id><published>2009-07-16T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:45:42.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dick Spanner</title><content type='html'>I found this hidden gem through one of my various online resources that provides me with information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is literally the funniest, best, most entertaining show I have ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTJ_saqNRJM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTJ_saqNRJM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dick Spanner, P.I. was a 1986 British stop-motion animated comedy series which parodied Chandleresque detective shows. The titular character and main protagonist was Dick Spanner, voiced by Shane Rimmer, a robotic private detective who works cases in a futuristic urban setting. The show made frequent use of puns and visual gags. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia Page: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dick_Spanner"&gt;Dick Spanner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch more, visit YouTube and search "Dick Spanner".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3591347224575981166?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3591347224575981166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/dick-spanner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3591347224575981166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3591347224575981166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/dick-spanner.html' title='Dick Spanner'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5282313480521731791</id><published>2009-07-15T16:05:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:56:32.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>null</title><content type='html'>For any even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 ≤ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; ≤ 198&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sl44JQ57JWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ebSRV408j0Y/s1600-h/3div.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sl44JQ57JWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ebSRV408j0Y/s400/3div.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358782338425365858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is true, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; is divisible by 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: There is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; simpler version of this statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; mod 3) = 0, then &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; is divisible by 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significance of the statement in the picture involves the expression (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;/2). I am using (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;/2) very frequently but I occasionally need to refer back to the properties of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. For this reason I use (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;/2) for all of my calculations and then I later refer back to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;, rather than using &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; in the calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just simplifies things for me greatly (even though the above expression seems much more complicated than just "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5282313480521731791?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5282313480521731791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/null.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5282313480521731791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5282313480521731791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/null.html' title='null'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sl44JQ57JWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ebSRV408j0Y/s72-c/3div.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-2932520683899540984</id><published>2009-07-14T14:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:23:24.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Equation</title><content type='html'>Let's see if you can solve this math equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Heat + Direct Sunlight + Obesity + Winter Jacket + Jogging Around The Neighborhood = ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not have been the best idea but I decided to go for a jog today. The problem is that I forgot to take off my jacket so I was sweating like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img9.yfrog.com/img9/2969/1000727vfz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 269px;" src="http://img9.yfrog.com/img9/2969/1000727vfz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-2932520683899540984?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2932520683899540984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/math-equation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2932520683899540984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2932520683899540984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/math-equation.html' title='Math Equation'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-4683526529566776475</id><published>2009-07-11T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:13:58.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Game Ever</title><content type='html'>This game is hard as shit, no lie. It's called "I wanna be The Guy!". But it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of me playing the first few seconds of the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IkFyXeH_0ks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IkFyXeH_0ks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to play it, download it &lt;a href="http://kayin.pyoko.org/iwbtg/downloads.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-4683526529566776475?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4683526529566776475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-game-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4683526529566776475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4683526529566776475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-game-ever.html' title='The Best Game Ever'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6302312199047584411</id><published>2009-07-06T07:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:51:18.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide: How to Have Fun (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>It's summer time, and I am pretty bored. I'm sure a lot of other people are as well so I decided to come up with some ideas to have more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Idea 1: Making simple, boring activities very exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Think of a simple activity.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Add "drive by" in front of the name of that activity.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Do activity with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic example: drive by hardcore dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I hate hardcore dancing. I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it. In fact, hardcore dancing is the only "bad" thing about hardcore concerts. But drive by hardcore dancing is a completely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cAVyV8NW1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cAVyV8NW1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like hardcore music or hardcore dancing then you surely won't like this video. But if you like either one I'm sure you'll love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why drive by hardcore dancing is so great is because it provides the realistic, mainstream America with a quick glance into the underground world of hardcore music. (Although there are plenty of mainstream hardcore bands, I am simply speaking about the hardcore culture in general, not just the music).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the video is that nobody seems to be threatened by the "drive by".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and try it yourself. Think of a random thing to do but instead of just doing it, do it via drive by. Go ahead and pull up to a local Target center, jump out of the car, and just do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6302312199047584411?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6302312199047584411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/guide-how-to-have-fun-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6302312199047584411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6302312199047584411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/guide-how-to-have-fun-part-1.html' title='Guide: How to Have Fun (Part 1)'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-1421677385819259489</id><published>2009-07-05T00:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:10:15.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pseudorandom Concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SlAzAMbHdvI/AAAAAAAAADo/1pubUx-j9bo/s1600-h/psrn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SlAzAMbHdvI/AAAAAAAAADo/1pubUx-j9bo/s400/psrn.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354836035371497202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pseudorandom Concept - pronounced "sue-doe-ran-dum" - is a concept that deals with the use of pseudorandom numbers. It is commonly used in computer programming, video games, and just about anything that is based on chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pseudorandom concept is very hard to understand at first. Simply said, it's basically just a process that generates numbers that appear to be random, but aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my understanding, most pseudorandom processes work the same way. A long list of numbers is generated and when a number is requested it is given. The problem is that this list of numbers is set and does not change. This means that if you run a program that will display a few random numbers, quit, and then run it again, it will produce the exact same results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;*Program Begins*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 12*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 4*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 3*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 85*&lt;br /&gt;*Quit Program*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Program Begins*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 12*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 4*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 3*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 85*&lt;br /&gt;*Quit Program*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the numbers are indeed random, but they are the same for each individual run of the program. This occurs because when the program is run the random numbers are taken from a list. The numbers are taken, one by one, from that list starting at the beginning. So, each time the program is run, the numbers start from the beginning of the list each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who cares? Why does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it like this: if you know what "random" numbers are going to be used in a program, you can act accordingly. Example: video poker machines. Oh shit, you're interested now, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I kidding, there's no way I could figure out a way to use this idea to cheat at a gambling machine in Vegas, right? Wrong. In fact, it's been done before, but that's not what I want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works: A long list of numbers is produced by the computer. As I mentioned earlier, the numbers are picked off from the beginning, one by one, when requested. But, there is a much more efficient way that we can use this process. It's known as "seeding" the pseudorandom number generator. Basically, this just means that, instead of beginning at the start of the list, we will start at a different location and use numbers from there on. The "seed" is normally determined by the time at which you call the pseudorandom number generator. This way is fairly effective at producing random numbers as they will be different every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will look like this:&lt;br /&gt;*Program Begins*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 8*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 3*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 7*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 23*&lt;br /&gt;*Quit Program*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Program Begins*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 4*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 46*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 5*&lt;br /&gt;*Here is a random number: 11*&lt;br /&gt;*Quit Program*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that the list of numbers we use is the same, we just start in a different place. But this seeding process tends to produce numbers that are "random enough" for almost any application and for that reason this process is very commonly used in many areas of computer programming and technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, let us consider Pokemon games*. Pokemon games are very unique in that although they appear to be childish games, the intricate programming that is used to determine aspects of the game, such as IV's, shiny Pokemon, what wild Pokemon you will encounter, catching Pokemon, etc. are all determined by this process. For this reason I tend to use Pokemon games as a resource for testing my computer programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when you catch a Pokemon, even if it is the same as one you already have AND it has the same level, it may have better/worse stats. This is due to the fact that different Pokemon have different IV's and these IV's are determined by the pseudorandom number generator used by the game. So if you catch a Pokemon and analyze the IV's (as well as knowing the current time), you can determine where the pseudorandom number generator was seeded. This allows us to predict which numbers will come next. Therefore, we can analyze the list of future random numbers and determine which will produce a Pokemon that is, for example, very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole process (for the Pokemon games*) has been recreated in a program that you can download on the internet. It allows you to determine when a shiny (or rare/strong) Pokemon will appear, and how to advance the number generator to that point in order to access the random numbers that will produce the desired result. I tested the process last night and I hatched a shiny Pokemon (only took about 20 minutes to do the whole thing). It worked perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Regular Charizard (top), Shiny Charizard (bottom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://archives.bulbagarden.net/w/upload/0/0a/Spr_3r_006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 64px;" src="http://archives.bulbagarden.net/w/upload/0/0a/Spr_3r_006.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://archives.bulbagarden.net/w/upload/6/65/Spr_3r_006_s.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 64px;" src="http://archives.bulbagarden.net/w/upload/6/65/Spr_3r_006_s.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't just used in Pokemon games. As I mentioned earlier, you could enter the cards shown on a video poker machine and then determine what random numbers produced that exact combination of cards. With that known, you could then determine where the generator was seeded in order to known which cards would show up next. You could then wait until a good hand would show up and play the game, ultimately winning a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a simple loophole but it's always correct. There are some more advanced pseudorandom processes that are much more complex and hard to counter, although no pseudorandom generator is impossible to beat. Only a truly random process is impossible to counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people joke that if they could "see the future" they would play the lottery. But in reality this is pretty much the same thing, only you really can see the future. Seriously, you could become rich off of this technique. Or, you could become a bus driver. It doesn't matter to me, it's your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am referring to Gen 3+ games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-1421677385819259489?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1421677385819259489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/pseudorandom-concept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1421677385819259489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1421677385819259489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/pseudorandom-concept.html' title='The Pseudorandom Concept'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SlAzAMbHdvI/AAAAAAAAADo/1pubUx-j9bo/s72-c/psrn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-9170290569592920776</id><published>2009-07-01T03:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:29:15.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perez Hilton is a Douchebag</title><content type='html'>Note: This post contains vulgar language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SksNNkDyYCI/AAAAAAAAADg/IrOBYG8N2vw/s1600-h/philt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SksNNkDyYCI/AAAAAAAAADg/IrOBYG8N2vw/s400/philt.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353387108728987682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton is a fucking douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with this dude? He claims, in a 12-minute long video, that he was assaulted by an associate of Will.i.am. SO WHY THE FUCK IS THE VIDEO 12 MINUTES LONG? How long did it take you to read this whole fucking paragraph? Ten seconds? This shithead takes 12 minutes to give a simple fucking "statement" that he was assaulted. Just watch this dumbass video. If you can make it past the 1 minute mark without getting pissed off, you are a fucking robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton - "My Statement": &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-22-my-statement"&gt;Click Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time. Seriously, don't. That's 12 minutes of my life that I want back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, where the fuck does this "Mario" persona come from? This isn't a fucking police report you stupid shit, keep your fake-ass identity as "Perez Hilton" so we actually know who you are. Before I noticed what website I was on, I thought this was a video of Gary Coleman or some shit. Seriously, I'm like "who the fuck is this Mario guy?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that this guy uses a homosexual insult against will.i.am. but PEREZ HILTON IS THE GAY ONE! WTF!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is so fucking delusional. Not to mention the bullshit he pulled on that poor innocent girl on the Miss America pageant show. Who gives a fucking shit what she thinks a marriage should be, get over yourself you fucking faggot. Stop playing the "Oh, I'm gay, I'm rejected by society and everyone hates me but I stand up against the oppression because I'm a strong individual" card. What is it, 1965?! Seriously, this is the year two thousand fucking nine. Sexual preference is no longer an issue, so stop acting like you have to deal with discrimination when nobody gives a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I must say that you are a big ass fucking crybaby. Scratch that, you're just a baby. Cry all you want, nobody cares. You were hit in the face but you act like you got shot. You don't need to call the cops over that shit, man the fuck up and fight back you piece of shit. No wonder you are gay, you act like a fucking woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you shouldn't have fucked with will.i.am in the first place. I don't know him personally but he looks like he isn't afraid to knock your fucking ass out if you talk shit to him so fucking don't. You are dumb, Perez Hilton. You deserved to get socked in the fucking face. I bet when you called the cops they fucking laughed at how much of a baby you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you aren't famous. You aren't a celebrity. Everyone hates you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-9170290569592920776?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/9170290569592920776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/perez-hilton-is-douchebag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/9170290569592920776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/9170290569592920776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/perez-hilton-is-douchebag.html' title='Perez Hilton is a Douchebag'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SksNNkDyYCI/AAAAAAAAADg/IrOBYG8N2vw/s72-c/philt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7335534730249132324</id><published>2009-06-28T21:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:27:33.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Insight Into The Bro Code</title><content type='html'>This time I'm ranting for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm writing this, I'm listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrtS0Vq05Sc&amp;feature=related"&gt;this shit&lt;/a&gt; so please excuse my potential vulgarity as I am very pumped up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would just like to acknowledge the fact that both parties involved will probably read this blog article. Yes, I am talking about you, Marina, and you, George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. The issue I am going to discuss here is the difference between Male-Male friendship and Male-Female friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Male-Male friendship, there are certain rules both males must abide by. These rules are commonly known as "The Man Law", "The Bro Code", "The Man Code", "The Code", "Bros Before Hoes", etc. These rules are not discussed. In fact, these rules are never really even set, so don't go asking "what are the rules?" because you will not get a response and besides, it's the MAN law for a reason. Women aren't meant to understand it. These are really just "common courtesy" guidelines that all men hold as basic law when it comes to friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden rule in the bro code is that, no matter what the reason, each male is not allowed to interfere with the other male's relationships. So when one male says "hey man, I can't hang out today, I'm supposed to go hang out with this girl instead", the other male is obligated to accept this cancellation. And this always occurs without fail. See, the thing is, men are very unique. We have the ability to sever all emotional or contractual ties when the time comes. So, when my plans are canceled in order for the male to hang out with someone else, I am not phased at all. No man would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue occurs when a female is put in this situation. When a female friend, especially one who used to have feelings for the male, is told "hey sorry I can't hang out, blah blah", the earth collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A technical problem occurs, not an emotional one. The technical problem is that there is no Male-Female friend code, and that females are just naturally more emotional than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice the difference between the friendships? Wrong. There isn't one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is how the friend (whose plans are being canceled) reacts. Every man in that situation would be perfectly fine, and that is exactly what should occur. But the female is put into a situation that should not occur. That is where the problem arises. Nobody is to blame. This is the universe's fault. So don't feel bad that this is how you reacted in this situation, it is normal and it is expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, you should not feel like a victim, although it isn't your fault. But if you are reading this blog post, you are now officially responsible for your own emotions from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what I'm trying to say, is that you shouldn't be friends with someone if that friendship is going to bring you pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, women cannot be expected to hold friendships unscathed. It is human nature for women to be emotional, and if I've learned anything from life it's that you can't fuck with nature. Damn nature, you're scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day you just have to realize that everything is a sacrifice. Nothing is free. The ability for men to be friends without emotional attachment is a phenomena that will always remain a mystery. For now, we can only combat against that which we know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video shows this process in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kW9wQZs8x0c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kW9wQZs8x0c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said you always wanted flowers, so I got you flowers...for your grave."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7335534730249132324?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7335534730249132324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/insight-into-bro-code.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7335534730249132324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7335534730249132324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/insight-into-bro-code.html' title='An Insight Into The Bro Code'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7788754782576968193</id><published>2009-06-27T01:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:44:28.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson - Honestly, who gives a @!#%?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://groupieblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 369px;" src="http://groupieblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read this post I would just like to say that I was a fan of Mr. Jackson. I loved a few of his songs, and I liked others. With that being said, I would also like to say that Michael Jackson's talent pretty much faded after the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he is dead, it's almost as if he has all of a sudden become the greatest person ever to have lived. This has given rise to an army of hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a fan of Michael Jackson and my opinion about him has never changed; he is a great pop singer and dancer, but he is pretty fucking weird. I like his music, but I don't like him as a person. I'm sure I don't need to explain this because I'm sure you are all aware of the crazy ass things he has done as well as the things of which he was accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hypocrisy occurs when people are suddenly praising his historical contributions to the music industry, or whatever the hell you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week...nobody cared. Not a single person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, oh my god, we have to fucking reserve all of the local TV channels for "Michael Jackson Special" shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some actual technical factual proof that supports my point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img33.yfrog.com/img33/2044/61212475.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 215px;" src="http://img33.yfrog.com/img33/2044/61212475.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are looking at is a graph. This graph represents the number of times that the term "michael jackson" has been searched on Google within the past year. As you will see, there is a pretty steady search volume for the past year. But then it skyrockets! You almost can't even see the massive increase in searches because it's almost a completely vertical line. Nobody gives a shit about him until he dies, and THEN everyone cares. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of 9/11/01. Before the terrorist attacks, it was rare to see an American flag...anywhere. The day after the World Trade Centers collapsed, EVERYONE had an American flag. Some people even had multiple. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. It's sad that, as a country, we tend to ignore things such as patriotism, iconic pop musicians, etc, until they are gone. This also applies to the economy. Nobody cared about "going green" until gas prices rose over $4 a gallon. Then shit started changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need people to come in and invade the fucking country before we learn to work together? What does it take for us to function as ONE. We are the UNITED States of America. Don't forget, the Civil War began over division within the country, and we don't need any more of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm trying to make is that it's fucking bullshit that nobody gives a shit about anything until it's gone. Specifically, I am talking about Michael Jackson. I seem to be the only person I know that is unphased by death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about people start CARING. How about people start giving a shit about "the king of pop" BEFORE he dies. Maybe that's why our country is fucked up; because nobody gives a shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7788754782576968193?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7788754782576968193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-honestly-who-gives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7788754782576968193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7788754782576968193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-honestly-who-gives.html' title='Michael Jackson - Honestly, who gives a @!#%?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3826156336767598578</id><published>2009-06-25T02:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:47:49.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are never happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SkMab739dtI/AAAAAAAAADY/7jQmDf3Adr0/s1600-h/bos.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SkMab739dtI/AAAAAAAAADY/7jQmDf3Adr0/s400/bos.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351149849477478098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, why can't you just make up your @#$%ing mind?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the girls who claim that they are just as good at sports as guys are. And I'm also talking about the people who believe that "men shouldn't hit girls because they are weak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are 5 years old or just completely retarded, you will have noticed the contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's examine the "tough girl" side. I'm sure you've all heard about how girls are so self-righteous and how girls are just as good as men at sports, if not better. This is complete bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, this is complete bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is biologically impossible for women to be able to gain the same amount of muscle mass as men. In fact, women don't even come close. That is, unless they fuck around with their body chemistry. Which is, in my opinion, morally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women just don't compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why sports are divided among sexes; it's because if they weren't, men would just dominate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I want to talk about the stigma that women are defenseless against men. By now, I'm sure you know where I stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes women are weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean that men who hit women have broken some sort of legal code and are now to be condemned forever? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assault is against the law. No matter what gender the person is, if someone commits assault they should be arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't think that men should hit women. Ever. But, I also don't think that women should hit men. Ever. Man vs. Man combat is acceptable, especially if there is a dispute but a real "Battle of the Sexes" should never occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm trying to make here is that women want their way. All the time. And I'm tired of these bitches. I have a lot to look forward to in getting married [/sarcasm].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some females read this and realize that they need to choose a side and fucking stick with it. Don't go back and forth like a retard, just to take a side that's convenient at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say something, I will assume that you mean it. Don't claim that you're just as strong as men one day, but then claim that men should never hit women because they are stronger. Make up your fucking mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3826156336767598578?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3826156336767598578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-are-never-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3826156336767598578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3826156336767598578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-are-never-happy.html' title='Girls are never happy.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SkMab739dtI/AAAAAAAAADY/7jQmDf3Adr0/s72-c/bos.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-1366270839572068888</id><published>2009-06-23T21:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:32:24.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Review: Deathcore</title><content type='html'>Note: This music video (and my comments) may be considered offensive. Continue at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2JX9VeL7n4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2JX9VeL7n4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Winds of Plague&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Impaler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Instrumental: 8.5/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instruments are great...except for the keyboard. Why the hell is there a keyboard in a Deathcore song anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Vocals: 9.3/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice. This guy must have a lot of experience because he is really good. The screaming is just fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Pump Factor: 8.5/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song doesn't have a really "intense moment" throughout the song but overall it it's pretty decent to get pumped to. This is the kind of song you will listen to right before you listen to a really intense song. This song is more of a "warm-up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Breakdown: 7.3/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty flat. The breakdown is a very stereotypical Deathcore breakdown, but it's still OK. The screaming is just a bit odd, but with a little more strategic vocals combined with a better guitar riff, the breakdown could be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Overall: 8.7/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this song is decent. I wouldn't recommend you listen to this song for the pump factor because it is slightly lacking, but it is a pretty good warm-up song. The lyrics are amazing, and very quotable. In fact, my current Facebook status is a quote from this song. The keyboardist is a joke. Girls don't belong in Deathcore bands unless they are going to CONTRIBUTE. I can't take a deathcore keyboardist seriously, let alone a female one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-1366270839572068888?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1366270839572068888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-review_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1366270839572068888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1366270839572068888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-review_23.html' title='Song Review: Deathcore'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-1878050161831216104</id><published>2009-06-23T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:22:51.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Program: Primality Check</title><content type='html'>This new program I wrote will determine if a given integer is prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source code can be found &lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f250d21d4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program is very simple. First, the user enters an integer. Then the program takes every number between 1 and that integer and finds the modulo operation value. This just means that the program divides the two numbers and finds the remainder. If the remainder is 0, then that number is a factor of the integer. This cycle continues for every number less than the integer. Once the cycle is completed, if the integer has 0 factors, other than 1 and itself, it will display "prime". Otherwise, it will print "composite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SkEPVZLeQeI/AAAAAAAAADI/pJG_XHW-4QU/s1600-h/primchecker.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SkEPVZLeQeI/AAAAAAAAADI/pJG_XHW-4QU/s200/primchecker.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350574692503536098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program is pretty simple but it is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-1878050161831216104?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1878050161831216104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/program-primality-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1878050161831216104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1878050161831216104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/program-primality-check.html' title='Program: Primality Check'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SkEPVZLeQeI/AAAAAAAAADI/pJG_XHW-4QU/s72-c/primchecker.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8812628403458216015</id><published>2009-06-21T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:18:57.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Questions?</title><content type='html'>If you have any math questions, general or specific, feel free to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contact e-mail: primedrive@mail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT accept questions on the following subjects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Statistics&lt;br /&gt;* Geometry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8812628403458216015?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8812628403458216015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/math-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8812628403458216015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8812628403458216015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/math-questions.html' title='Math Questions?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8154056774105153973</id><published>2009-06-19T18:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:21:04.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Program Completed: Expense Calculator</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of the program in use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://u.nu/4xcd"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 527px; height: 378px;" src="http://u.nu/4xcd" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source code can be found &lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f62e420"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I decided to exclude the login process in order to save time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8154056774105153973?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8154056774105153973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/program-completed-expense-calculator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8154056774105153973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8154056774105153973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/program-completed-expense-calculator.html' title='Program Completed: Expense Calculator'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8092098539164713147</id><published>2009-06-19T12:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:00:24.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Project</title><content type='html'>I am working on a new programming assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to design a program that will calculate the monthly income and expenses of the user. I will then use that to determine his or her net income. I am also going to implement a login system that will protect this potentially private data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to use file i/o for the login system as well as storing the income/expense data. This information will be in two separate files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program will take a while to "imagine" (meaning that it will take me a while to figure out what my interface will look like), but it won't take long to program. I'm estimating an hour at the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8092098539164713147?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8092098539164713147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8092098539164713147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8092098539164713147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-project.html' title='New Project'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7390479176521961567</id><published>2009-06-19T00:48:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:59:13.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unauthorized Access to Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SjsoqvbPzII/AAAAAAAAADA/7HGC5UuaXm4/s1600-h/loakc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SjsoqvbPzII/AAAAAAAAADA/7HGC5UuaXm4/s200/loakc.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348913697182960770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday night. I was bored as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to gain some Intel on a random, innocent victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim? I will not say. But I will refer to her as "Amanda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly browsed through my "friends" on Facebook, clicked on someone, and then clicked on one of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Amanda's Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too unusual, just a standard Facebook. She has some pictures, some random information that nobody cares about, and the usual "wall posts" that everyone has on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start? Let's try location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her networks and, of course, I see Wilmington. But I also see a couple of high schools. Most people my age are networked to one high school, but she is networked to multiple. I decide to investigate. I look through her networks and I notice that most of the people from those high schools are graduating in 2010 or 2011. This means that she is, more than likely, also going to graduate in one of those years. I'm graduating in 2010 so she must either be my age or a year younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age. I decide to check her birthday. She only published the month and the date. She thinks she's tricky, but I have already narrowed the year down to 1992 or 1993 within a couple minutes, so she isn't fooling anyone. If I were to try to recover her account or something, if I needed her birthday I would have a 50% change of guessing right. I guess wrong? Guess again. Boom, the account is mine. But those are not my intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scroll down and I notice that her email and AIM sn are related to a certain brand of clothing. Clothing that is worn by surfers. She must surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I notice her groups. She has a few random groups, which is expected, but two of them catch my eye. One is a church, and the other is a neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see where I'm going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I click on the neighborhood group. I go to the neighborhood's official website and I am presented with a location of the neighborhood. I now know where she lives. I don't know which house, but I know the neighborhood. From this, I also know her zipcode. This is another common question for recovering accounts: "What is your zipcode?". I use a special program I have to search for her address. I find it. I won't publish it, although it is easily obtainable. I now know her neighborhood and where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church group also provides me with much information. I go to the website and I have the address of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how the hell did I manage to get all of this information about some random chick I don't even know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh; you are just as vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within about 5 minutes, I know her e-mail address, her AIM sn, I know her birthday (in either 1992 or 1993), I know what neighborhood she lives in, I know what HOUSE she lives in, and I know what church she goes to, and some of her hobbies. I also know what high schools she is associated with, and I can gain just as much information about all of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for her, I am writing this article to expose this vulnerability, not exploit it. What if the wrong person got this information? What if a pedophile or a stalker discovered this information? It wouldn't be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used no technical computer skills to obtain this information. I did not hack her. I did not use a trojan. I did not use any viral program of any sort, yet I have so much information about her. I just clicked through her Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are next. Don't be a victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine how hard it would be to break into a house that was locked. Now imagine how hard it would be to break into that house if the front door was swung right open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7390479176521961567?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7390479176521961567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/testing-waters-unauthorized-access-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7390479176521961567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7390479176521961567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/testing-waters-unauthorized-access-to.html' title='Unauthorized Access to Information'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SjsoqvbPzII/AAAAAAAAADA/7HGC5UuaXm4/s72-c/loakc.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6255678689311705706</id><published>2009-06-18T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:48:18.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are vulnerable.</title><content type='html'>If you are not close to me, none of your virtual assets are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your only warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6255678689311705706?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6255678689311705706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-vulnerable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6255678689311705706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6255678689311705706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-vulnerable.html' title='You are vulnerable.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5903931435531491422</id><published>2009-06-17T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:49:12.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Undead Sucks</title><content type='html'>Look at these crackers trying to be "gangsta":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BvjpkHzpM0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BvjpkHzpM0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the horrible music, let's take a moment to just consider how these idiots LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that; they look like idiots. It seems like these guys got their wardrobe (as well as their actions) straight out of a Grand Theft Auto game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start basing your life off of a fictional video game, that is when you know you are a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, who are these guys?! I don't know! Nobody knows, because these fools try to hide their identity behind masks, bandannas, and computer-generated images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think they would try to hide their identity? Because there is probably a hit out for these idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might walk past one of these guys and not even know it, and that's exactly what they want. They want to produce this shitty music in the privacy of their own pseudo-gangster suburban soccer mom culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the music, I mean how horrible is this crap? There is no SINGING in rap. There is rhyming, but there is no SINGING. Even the rapping sounds horrible. Like I said earlier, it seems as if these guys got their style out of a Grand Theft Auto game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst thing of all is that people actually like these guys! People my age especially, who have no taste for real hip hop, are reeled in by the allure of the hidden identities of these shit-heads and the rap-rock collaboration they supposedly create. But, believe me, their music is far from rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hollywood we never going down" is a line from one of their songs, No. 5 I believe, but what the hell is that supposed to mean?! These guys have nothing to do with Hollywood. Besides the fact that they probably still live with their moms and sweep the streets of Hollywood for spare change, they have absolutely no connection to Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I hate these guys. They have no talent whatsoever and they profit off of modern-day materialistic teenagers who don't know the difference between music and sound. Without the support of their idiotic fans, these guys would be nothing more than common hobos, forced to beg for spare change on the sidewalk. I can't believe people like this can actually make money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5903931435531491422?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5903931435531491422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/hollywood-undead-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5903931435531491422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5903931435531491422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/hollywood-undead-sucks.html' title='Hollywood Undead Sucks'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6601839373267258086</id><published>2009-06-15T02:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:15:31.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I was working on proving Goldbach's Conjecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, it states that any positive even number &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;, can be rewritten as a sum of two primes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and tedious detour, I finally created a useful formula. This formula will determine the "other" prime, as long as one has already been provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you provide me with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; and one of the primes, I could generate the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you don't understand what I just explained, you are truly an idiot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I failed to realize is that you could just subtract the given prime from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; to get the other one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had discovered an imperative formula that would close the gap between the problem and solution of GC forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had discovered was a slower way to do an already easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, don't think this is the end of me. I won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was still a $1M reward for the proof...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6601839373267258086?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6601839373267258086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6601839373267258086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6601839373267258086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/epic-fail.html' title='The Epic Fail'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6969279409988879284</id><published>2009-06-15T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:07:28.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Program: Math Practice</title><content type='html'>This program is, more than likely, completely useless except for people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who like math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here it is: &lt;a href="http://primedrive.pastebin.com/f126e46ba"&gt;source code&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program asks the user for a problem type and then provides math problems of that type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Features:&lt;br /&gt;* If the user enters an invalid command, the program is terminated.&lt;br /&gt;* If the user provides an incorrect response, the correct response is provided.&lt;br /&gt;* The user is able to choose how many problems he or she wishes to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the program in use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img25.yfrog.com/img25/8739/mmpracti.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 534px; height: 611px;" src="http://img25.yfrog.com/img25/8739/mmpracti.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the picture to see the full image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6969279409988879284?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6969279409988879284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-program-math-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6969279409988879284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6969279409988879284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-program-math-practice.html' title='New Program: Math Practice'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5233874896440123665</id><published>2009-06-13T23:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:57:01.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Project: Practicing Math Problems</title><content type='html'>I am now in the process of designing a program that will provide the user with random math problems to complete, such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Squaring 2-Digit Numbers&lt;br /&gt;* Multiplying 2-Digit Numbers&lt;br /&gt;* Other problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get a chance to code the program for the next couple of days as I am currently occupied with an unrelated project that is consuming a lot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program should only take about 20 minutes to program so I should have a test-video and blog post up once I finish the program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5233874896440123665?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5233874896440123665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcoming-project-practicing-math.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5233874896440123665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5233874896440123665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcoming-project-practicing-math.html' title='Upcoming Project: Practicing Math Problems'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3267558663779381036</id><published>2009-06-12T21:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:45:22.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Treasures in a Sea of Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picture-book.com/files/userimages/80u/messy_room_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://picture-book.com/files/userimages/80u/messy_room_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days I have been cleaning my room because...well, I don't know. I have just been cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process I have found many interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first interesting things I found was a huge bag full of candy. I have no idea where it came from, (and I normally have a great memory) or how long it's been there, so I don't know if it's safe to eat. I ate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing I found was some money! Not dollars, unfortunately, but Riyal! 11 Riyal! Sadly, this only converts to about $3, so it's not a great find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third; The to-do list. This "list" has got to be the single funniest thing I have ever found. I originally found this list ... well ... I'm not going to go into detail but, long story short, it's not MY to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;* Find a way to &lt;strike&gt;ask&lt;/strike&gt; tell seth that I'm a model in a secretive way.&lt;br /&gt;* Get twins their bday present in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;* Get back to school clothes.&lt;br /&gt;* Find a cute backpack and notebook.&lt;br /&gt;* Get schedule, memorize it, and tour the school.&lt;br /&gt;* Get a cute pen and pencil.&lt;br /&gt;* Get seth.&lt;br /&gt;* Run Everyday&lt;br /&gt;* Follow magazines month plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the "clues" provided, I would say this list originally belonged to a girl about to enter high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth: A "Rich Boy" CD. I don't even have to say anything about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I found, was a piece of paper. Apparently I had drawn a large heart on the paper and on the bottom I wrote "I LOVE ___________". I'm not going to admit whose name I wrote, but I NEVER remember drawing that picture. And I never really liked her that much anyway...but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, I found many random things I had lost over the years. I even found a few things that weren't even mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now my room is clean, so who cares anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3267558663779381036?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3267558663779381036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden-treasures-in-sea-of-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3267558663779381036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3267558663779381036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden-treasures-in-sea-of-crap.html' title='Hidden Treasures in a Sea of Crap'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5388569129013107509</id><published>2009-06-11T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:02:07.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saltmarsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caterpillar'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Bug City.</title><content type='html'>So I've been noticing over the past few weeks that my backyard is infested with tons of bugs. Tons and tons of bugs, many of which I have never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I found a black, spiky caterpillar. I had never seen a caterpillar like it, so I caught it. I put it in a container with some leaves, grass, etc, and I left a puddle of water at the bottom. I'll be honest, I don't know anything about bugs or what they need to survive, so I had no idea what the #@$% I was doing. When I caught it, the thing curled up in a ball and it started rolling around, and I was like "rofl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SjD_LtVw81I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Io0oV-Gt_qA/s1600-h/catp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SjD_LtVw81I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Io0oV-Gt_qA/s200/catp.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346053334303306578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's a salt marsh moth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the container this morning, the caterpillar was laying in the puddle of water, dead. I guess I shouldn't have put that water in there after all! But what surprised me more was that there was another bug in there! In the process of obtaining various grassy plants to put in the container as food for the caterpillar, I had also put some kind of green bug in there that looked like a Lima bean. I have no idea what bug it was, but it just confirms that my backyard is full of bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I never go outside....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5388569129013107509?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5388569129013107509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-bug-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5388569129013107509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5388569129013107509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-bug-city.html' title='Welcome to Bug City.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SjD_LtVw81I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Io0oV-Gt_qA/s72-c/catp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3550019178937779447</id><published>2009-06-09T00:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:42:26.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catch-22</title><content type='html'>I think the title for this post is both true and, at this time in my life, it fits the situation perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you want to do something good, but you must do something bad to achieve this result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I was fully aware of what I was doing. I was fully aware of what I was saying. But I was left with no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn between two friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both great people, although one of them doesn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, they are best friends. At times, they are worst enemies. But to help one, I had to hurt the other. When presented with no solution, I took the low road, only to yield mediocre results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I realized that what I had done was wrong. Although I made considerable progress, I had truly hurt someone I deeply cared about in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to experience the situation again, I don't know what I would do. If I said nothing, change wouldn't have occurred. But if I spoke, I would be repeating the situation I fell into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I learned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the value of an apology. A true apology. An apology is the most sincere form of regret, and an attempt at redemption. But an apology is only effective when you truly mean it. "I'm sorry" means nothing when spoken from the mouth, but it means everything when you are speaking from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I define this as loyalty. I knew that what I did was wrong, and I tried to reverse my (somewhat un-reversible) actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never fully recover from this event, but all I can do is try to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3550019178937779447?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3550019178937779447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3550019178937779447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3550019178937779447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-22.html' title='The Catch-22'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6851777400142599408</id><published>2009-06-07T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:25:37.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Complexity</title><content type='html'>WHY MUST WE COMPLICATE THINGS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often claim that "math is hard" because "it's complicated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is not complicated. Math makes complicated things seem easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure everyone out there looooooooooves colors. But colors are probably the most complex thing in the universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, what is the difference between fuchsia and magenta? I HAVE NO IDEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just say purple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a test: Name your favorite color. If more than one word came out of your mouth, you are a fucking idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color? Red. Simple answer. Easily understood.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color? Sparkling ruby red. WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT COLOR IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense! I bet everyone reading this won't know the difference between "red" and "sparkling ruby red". I don't either! And do you want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't waste my time making up stupid names for colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pick one and move on! You should do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6851777400142599408?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6851777400142599408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/color-complexity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6851777400142599408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6851777400142599408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/color-complexity.html' title='Color Complexity'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7593646043155862601</id><published>2009-06-06T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:26:22.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Review: Deathcore</title><content type='html'>Oh yes baby, time for some real music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUaAjEB3acg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUaAjEB3acg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Despised Icon&lt;br /&gt;Title: Furtive Monologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Instrumental: 9.0/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instruments are played well, but at some points the instruments seem to be played a bit spasmodically. Overall, the instruments sound great together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Vocals: 9.3/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vocals are very nice. I don't normally like pig squealing, but it sounds fine in this song. Other than that, there's really nothing "wrong" with the vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Pump Factor: 9.6/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is amazing. The song is somewhat short so that means you don't have to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wait around for the breakdown all day.&lt;br /&gt;*Breakdown: 9.9/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING. One of the best I've ever heard. The crash makes the breakdown perfect. Without it, the breakdown would be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Overall: 9.5/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I'm biased? This song owns. Just listen to the breakdown (2:06) and you will agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I suggest you read the comments. They are HILARIOUS. Of course, as usual, there is a flame war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;"hah fag music. you used the word "fag". your a fucking dumbass. your parents must've been twins to﻿ spawn something as dumb as you. ha you were probably born with no nuts, 12 fingers and a pegleg." - Trevorge3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Help me flame these idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7593646043155862601?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7593646043155862601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7593646043155862601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7593646043155862601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-review.html' title='Song Review: Deathcore'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3349650259092551374</id><published>2009-06-05T21:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:05:56.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Tales: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Ok so check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to 3 missed calls, a voice mail, and a text message. Holy crap, who died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is, I get maybe 1 call a day from either a friend or family member, but that's about it (with certain exceptions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source of the problem: my grandma. Big surprise. As it turns out, she wants me to come over and mow her grass. She pays well so I'm definitely up for it. I take a shower, get the mower ready and grab my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she shows up without food; thank God. We decide that we will get food on the way to her house and, from the options, I choose Burger King. (Whopper with cheese? F yea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set out on our epic journey. Of course, as usual, the car ride is filled with random/weird/funny conversations that go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: *Random illogical suggestion*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Explanation of illogical-ness*&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: *Denial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, she said that she wishes I could get a car. I don't have a job and nobody will buy me a car so I'm pretty much out of luck. She claims that "Someone has to be out there that will buy you a car!"; typical democratic mindset. She also claims that if I find the right person/company they will "sponsor" me, and buy me a car and other things. I point out the random falsity of this statement, but she ignores me and keeps rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we are around the UNCW area. Great, there is a Burger King right down the road. So my grandma tries to go down a road that cuts through UNCW and I tell her "that doesn't go to Burger King". (Side note: I've been going to UNCW for a year now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She challenges me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never challenge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, there are two ways she can go; straight ahead and then left (which is almost directly to Burger King), or she can go down this side road she thinks is faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, you can get to Burger King from the side road. What I didn't realize is that she meant "if I start here, I can end up there". Obviously, this is true for any location. With that logic it's possible to start there, get on a main road, and be on your way to New York City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like hours later, we finally arrived at her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the car and was instantly attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes. Wow, my life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I crank up the mower and I get to work. Five minutes in, my iPod dies. My life sucks. I toss the piece of crap aside, embrace my newly formed anger, and continue my task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my mowing activities I notice that the mower is EXTREMELY tough to push. Normally when you mow grass there may be a root or a thick patch of grass that somewhat hinders the mower, but this was waaaaaaaaay too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed that every 5 seconds this mower wouldn't push anymore, and I would walk right into it like an idiot. It took me forever just to mow a small patch of grass-it was like pushing a boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the rage was building inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrollable rage, cut loose by the blades of the lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rage slowly consumed me and I began questioning the worth of this task. "This is not worth twenty bucks!@!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With about 5 minutes of mowing left, I discover the problem. I glance at the side of the mower and I see something that doesn't belong. I realize that it is the lever to change the tire distance from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried pulling it to fix the wheel, but it was stuck! Mother @%#$er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside and got a hammer and finally, after 5 minutes of blunt assault, I fixed the lever. Boom, the mower ran like new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video pretty much sums up the whole ordeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0O2yBUJehWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0O2yBUJehWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done, I got paid a lil' extra! I was so happy that I didn't suffer through all of that crap for NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more Grandma tales in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3349650259092551374?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3349650259092551374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/grandma-tales-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3349650259092551374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3349650259092551374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/grandma-tales-part-2.html' title='Grandma Tales: Part 2'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6384186245840810873</id><published>2009-06-02T22:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:19:03.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Google.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.google.com/intl/en_ALL/images/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 110px;" src="http://www.google.com/intl/en_ALL/images/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google has gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few people realize how much information Google has about each and every one of us. Not only do they have a record of all of your searches, but they plant a cookie on your computer that analyzes what you do on your computer and gives them this data. They say that this is for more accurate ad-exposure, but who knows what they do with that data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discovering that Google knows more about me than I may know about myself, I decided to ignore this flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after Google conquered YouTube, things started to decline quickly. Dozens of my "favorite" videos have disappeared, due to "copyright violations" or unspecified reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the stupid "themes" the YouTube logo occasionally experiences, similar to the Google logo on the main page of Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, there have been many small tweaks to YouTube, both noticeable and hidden, that have angered me. Too many to mention, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this time, Google has gone too far. I'm tired of seeing the green bar with the message "We are performing site maintenance. Be cool - we will be back 100% soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cool?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE COOL?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU GOOGLE! I aint got time for this shit. Every damn time I go to YouTube I see that shit and I always want to leave comments, rate videos, thumbs up/down comments, and check out my favorites. BUT I CAN'T DO THIS. BECAUSE GOOGLE IS MESSING UP A SITE THAT IS ALREADY PERFECTLY FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? BECAUSE GOOGLE IS RUN BY A BUNCH OF SHIT-HEADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why Google bought YouTube in the first place was because it was popular/awesome as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF IT AINT BROKE, DON'T FIX IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google is slowly taking over the world. Heed my warning, for we will all fall victim if not properly informed. MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE. DO THE RIGHT THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTROY GOOGLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6384186245840810873?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6384186245840810873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-google.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6384186245840810873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6384186245840810873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-google.html' title='I hate Google.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6109980326273229407</id><published>2009-06-02T22:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:32:14.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant: Daily News (on TV)</title><content type='html'>All I can say is: WHAT THE #$%@?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so obsessed with watching the news constantly all day long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Let me run you through some numbers here. I'm sure everyone reading this is fully aware of when the news comes on the TV. Let me just point it out to reinforce my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 AM - Local News&lt;br /&gt;6:00 AM - Local News&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM - National News Show (Good Morning America, Today Show, etc)&lt;br /&gt;12:00 PM - Local News&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM - Local News&lt;br /&gt;5:30 PM - Local News&lt;br /&gt;6:00 PM - Local News&lt;br /&gt;6:30 PM - National News&lt;br /&gt;10:00 PM - Local News (only on FOX)&lt;br /&gt;11:00 PM - Local News (other stations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP! THAT'S JUST &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom watches the news all the time. When she gets home she turns on the TV and the news is already on the TV. She then continues to watch it until 7:00PM when it finally ends (temporarily). THE SECOND it hits 10PM she turns it to FOX and watches the news and then at 11PM she turns it back to ABC (to watch MORE NEWS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is this bad? What is the problem? I like the news, what's wrong with being informed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING IN THE WORLD CAN POSSIBLY TAKE SIX AND A HALF HOURS TO FULLY EXPLAIN! (I'm only counting GMA as 1 hour since they talk about other things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I can understand if someone wants to check the 11PM news to find out about what happened that day. Makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anybody with common sense wouldn't spend multiple hours every day WATCHING THE NEWS. Think about it like this: if something was sooooooooooo important that you needed to know, you would probably find out without watching the news. Other people watch the news, right? So, if it is important, there will probably be a lot of people around who know about it, and they will probably tell you. Why must you waste your life away, little by little, by watching the news? Do you really care about how an 85 year old woman saved a lizard from being eaten by a cat? Because I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch more than half an hour of news every day, that excess time is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at something, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is money:&lt;br /&gt;1. Time = Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you watch the news, you are using time. Time that could be spent elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching News = -Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore:&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching News = -Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT. I just mathematically proved that when you watch the local news you are wasting money, and you can't argue with math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just HOW MUCH money are you wasting? If you watch 2 hours of news a day you are wasting an hour and a half of your life. Every. Single. Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 hours/day * 365 days = 547.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE WASTING 547.5 HOURS OF YOUR LIFE EVERY YEAR. THAT IS ALMOST 23 DAYS! 23 DAYS! Do you want to spend almost 23 days straight, every year, watching the news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At minimum wage, ($6.55 at the time of this post) that is $3,586.12! A year! You are wasting more than $3,500 a year just to find out random useless information (such as "a new McDonald's is going to open on Main Street").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to ask: IS IT REALLY WORTH IT? Hell no. It isn't worth it. Everyone says that we're in a depression and we are in a "tough economic time". We are in an "economic crisis". SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO CHANGE THAT?! Are you going to waste your precious time, watching the news? Get out and see the world. Go do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we have to ask ourselves: "What is more important: $3,500 or random useless information?". I know what I would choose; what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6109980326273229407?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6109980326273229407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/rant-daily-news-on-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6109980326273229407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6109980326273229407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/rant-daily-news-on-tv.html' title='Rant: Daily News (on TV)'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7938124872659833130</id><published>2009-06-02T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:02:59.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Review: Electronica</title><content type='html'>I don't know what sub-genre this song fits into so I'm just going to label it as Electronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2rXrQvKLok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2rXrQvKLok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Junkie XL featuring Electrocute&lt;br /&gt;Title: Mad Pursuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Instrumental: 9.3/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instrumental is nice, especially for an electronica song. It's obvious that the collaboration between these two artists was successful. One thing to notice is that near the beginning there's a part where it almost sounds like a song from a Gameboy game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Vocals: 8.0/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vocals are very poppy, which is somewhat beneficial to an electronica song but they just aren't everything I would hope for. There is a little too much singing in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Pump Factor: 5.0/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song isn't very intense and thus it would be hard to get pumped to this song. A great song, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Smoothness: 9.6/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very smooth song. This song would make a great hello-kitty mafia theme. My only suggestion to improve smoothness would be to take out the vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Overall: 8.5/10.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this song is very nice. It has a nice beat but it's just a little too mellow. It's just not a song to which you can get really pumped up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7938124872659833130?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7938124872659833130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-review-electronica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7938124872659833130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7938124872659833130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-review-electronica.html' title='Song Review: Electronica'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8395504738562637073</id><published>2009-06-01T01:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:33:21.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love YouTube:</title><content type='html'>YouTube is a great site. I visit YouTube just about everyday (normally to listen to music videos) and I'm never disappointed. But why do I love it so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube is THE BEST website for flaming, ESPECIALLY about music. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple: YouTube comments aren't moderated. You can say (literally) anything you want and nothing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great site to flame the shit out of random people to get out some pent up rage. I normally aim my anger at people who deserve it, and I normally don't flame anyone unless they are flat-out stupid. The most common flame wars occur on really popular videos or rock-genre music videos. But I once had a huge flame war against this idiot on a video that was part 9/10 of a movie; it was probably the most I've ever flamed anyone. In the end, I was victorious (no surprise there) and I was glorified for my victory: "joetehpr0: 1, ronthemoron: 0". It's great to win a flame war with an idiot who literally has the word "moron" in his screen name, but it's even better to be recognized for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, if I decide to randomly flame someone, I will find a very popular video of a pretty young woman singing (or something similar) and just unleash the fury. I always gets tons of hateful replies, and the flame war is started. Sometimes I will get lucky and a few people will join my side, making the slaughter more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worse: replying to an obvious troll attempt on YouTube, or getting owned by the troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe boxxy could shed some light on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Valkyrie for life! Join us and help take down this mole-faced bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/16JutKkzXLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/16JutKkzXLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: The whole "boxxy" thing is old history. I just posted that video because it seemed to fit the mood of this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8395504738562637073?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8395504738562637073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-i-love-youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8395504738562637073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8395504738562637073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-i-love-youtube.html' title='Why I Love YouTube:'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5596471470282259873</id><published>2009-05-30T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:35:07.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unidentified Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SiFSIHzE9KI/AAAAAAAAACw/D0cHfJR5Rik/s1600-h/cockroach.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SiFSIHzE9KI/AAAAAAAAACw/D0cHfJR5Rik/s200/cockroach.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341640932523832482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, I was just about to go to sleep when it hit me. Nature was calling. I hopped out of bed and as I began to walk down the hallway, I stepped on something slick and oily. I thought "What the heck?! That shouldn't be there!", so I turned on the light in the hallway and I saw it scurry away into the darkness. Drat. It was some sort of unidentified creature, and now it was my job to hunt it down. I turned on more lights and I spent the next 20 minutes looking for that sucker. Nothing. I gave up. But, I was super pissed because there was some sort of unidentified creature that was living in my house. I had no idea if it was poisonous and/or harmful. "What could it be?", I pondered. It was slippery, so it might be a tree frog (there has been a tree frog in my house before). But it scurried away, so it might be a spider. I went to sleep and forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I woke up and I tried to search for it again. I spent about 10 minutes this time before I gave up. Later that day, I told my mom the story and she seemed worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, I had to go to the bathroom and right as I walk by the hallway I notice that my cat is doing something weird. She was running around a bag that is near the hallway. I saw her pounce on it a few times and right before I left I saw the unidentified creature scurry across! It was back. My cat was attempting to hunt the creature down and I was rooting for her. I grabbed by bat and I watched. At one point she was on the opposite side of the bag that I was and I noticed something; it looked like a scorpion! Holy shit! A scorpion in my house! But I looked closer and I noticed that it was part of the handle to the bag ... oops. A few seconds later the creature darted across the floor and I saw it this time; it was a cockroach. Wow, I was thinking scorpions, tree frogs, spiders, all kinds of things, but it was just a cockroach. I ran after it and smashed my bat. No luck. The cockroach ran under the couch and, a few seconds later, ran right back out when my cat went under there after it. I finally got the thing trapped in the corner and I, along with the help of some bug spray and my bat, finally stopped him. He wasn't quite dead, but he wasn't able to run anymore and that was all I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a piece of cardboard to transport him outside where I put him into the container with my spider (see articles below). The spider seemed uninterested and even frightened by the cockroach (considering that the cockroach was HUGE). I returned this morning to check on the situation, and I was surprised. The spider was dead. Completely dead. All of his legs were pulled close, and he looked just like a stereotypical dead spider from the cartoons. The cockroach was too, so I have no idea what happened in that container. Whatever happened, I know it was a war. A brutal war, for neither side won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I don't really know what to say. All that became of the poor innocent spider and the vicious cockroach was death. Nobody was a winner; Everyone had died. So I threw the container into the trash and made some waffles. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5596471470282259873?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5596471470282259873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/unidentified-creature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5596471470282259873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5596471470282259873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/unidentified-creature.html' title='The Unidentified Creature'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SiFSIHzE9KI/AAAAAAAAACw/D0cHfJR5Rik/s72-c/cockroach.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-1924109883253955487</id><published>2009-05-29T00:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:47:40.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vermonster: A Slight Failure</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Recently I was informed by one of my friends that he (and his friends) would attempt to eat The Vermonster. What is The Vermonster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is The Vermonster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9oY8LX-jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_nhWxqlxB4Y/s1600-h/vm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9oY8LX-jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_nhWxqlxB4Y/s200/vm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341102460764682802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For more information about The Vermonster, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vermonster"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to attempt to eat the whole thing with 3 of his friends (4 people in total). He was very confident, and he made sure I was under the impression that they were fully capable of finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, these guys are all really skinny. Aint no way they can hold that much ice cream, even if it is divided between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it all began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9oqTKfD5I/AAAAAAAAACY/q-T9LAfkJTg/s1600-h/vm1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9oqTKfD5I/AAAAAAAAACY/q-T9LAfkJTg/s200/vm1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341102758992744338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it ended:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9owmMybZI/AAAAAAAAACg/Yn3aSX7qH6E/s1600-h/vm2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9owmMybZI/AAAAAAAAACg/Yn3aSX7qH6E/s200/vm2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341102867181890962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, they had failed. These young men are now known to me as failures. Adios amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these losers, holding the bucket as if they actually accomplished something. They accomplished NOTHING. They look like retards too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9o4bDlYyI/AAAAAAAAACo/zX-FFBkqg24/s1600-h/idiots.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9o4bDlYyI/AAAAAAAAACo/zX-FFBkqg24/s200/idiots.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341103001629451042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-1924109883253955487?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1924109883253955487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/vermonster-slight-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1924109883253955487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1924109883253955487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/vermonster-slight-failure.html' title='The Vermonster: A Slight Failure'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh9oY8LX-jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_nhWxqlxB4Y/s72-c/vm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-4322146377088341092</id><published>2009-05-27T20:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:59:21.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Tales: Part 1</title><content type='html'>"I'll be there a little after 5." As this lie slipped out of my grandmother's mouth and into my ear I was hopeful. She was going to take me to my induction into the National Honors Society at my school (not that great considering almost everyone got in). The ceremony was going to start at 6 but I was supposed to be there half an hour early to do a rehearsal or something. If my grandmother had arrived just after 5, this would have worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished getting ready (I dressed up in a suit) and it was 5:10. "Great, she should be here soon", I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15 - No grandma.&lt;br /&gt;5:20 - No grandma.&lt;br /&gt;5:25 - No grandma.&lt;br /&gt;5:30 - No grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to strangle myself, the clock struck 5:35 and I heard a knock at my door. It was my grandma, 20 minutes late (as usual). I was worried that I was going to have to wait more than 2 hours until dinner since I hadn't had a decent lunch, but I ignored my worries and got into her car. As I sat down I noticed a large bag between the two front seats; it was from Mcdonald's. She said she had gotten us both something to eat. What did I get? A big mac with fries ... and a small water. I ignored the water and I opened up the bag. I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I don't like Big Macs.&lt;br /&gt;#2. I hate onions and the "special sauce".&lt;br /&gt;#3. I was wearing a suit.&lt;br /&gt;#4. She drives like a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;#5. She was constantly fishing around the bag, which I was holding, for napkins, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add it together and what do you get? Kill me. That's what you get; hopes of suicide. This crazy lady is swerving around the road with a Big Mac in her hand, thus decreasing her already horrible driving skills, while I was attempting to eat this horrible "burger" and NOT trying to get my suit dirty. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the blessings of God, combined with my expert coordination skills, I managed to pull it off. Not a single stain or drop of food on my suit. Perfection. As I walked into the ceremony, seconds before it started, I took a sigh of relief. Joe Mur had done it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture represents the scenario rather well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh3f3Z7L2VI/AAAAAAAAACI/EZaDZPT01FM/s1600-h/bigmacinc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh3f3Z7L2VI/AAAAAAAAACI/EZaDZPT01FM/s400/bigmacinc.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340670876076202322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Notice: Slight dramatization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-4322146377088341092?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4322146377088341092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/tainted-big-mac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4322146377088341092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4322146377088341092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/tainted-big-mac.html' title='Grandma Tales: Part 1'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sh3f3Z7L2VI/AAAAAAAAACI/EZaDZPT01FM/s72-c/bigmacinc.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-4253433327271834570</id><published>2009-05-27T01:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:41:37.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming to Singing: A Vocal Comparison</title><content type='html'>NOTE: Please do not ignore this post. If you do choose to ignore this post, please at least watch the 3rd video around the 1:50 mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an avid fan of hardcore/metalcore I have been exposed to many different types of screaming. But, every once in a while, I will hear a hardcore song that has SINGING in it. Yes, singing. If you listen to The Devil Wears Prada or As I Lay Dying I am sure you have heard it as well, but, generally speaking, hardcore is all about screaming and there is NO singing whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this post to do a comparison of singing in hardcore songs. First, we will examine The Devil Wears Prada - Hey John, What's Your Name Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "screaming to singing" section occurs roughly around 0:30 so start it from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D01t_NpVJpQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D01t_NpVJpQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singing is decent. It's a little too emo for my taste, but it works. I think that a lot of people transitioning from emo to hardcore like TDWP because of the fact that they skillfully combine emo singing with hardcore screaming. Personally I don't like this band too much and I think their breakdowns suck but that's just me. Overall I'd give the screaming-to-singing rating a 7.0/10.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we will examine As I Lay Dying - Confined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the "screaming to singing" section is around 1:34 so start it at about 1:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzAXKdNYuUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzAXKdNYuUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how the singing is very short-lived. Once the initial verse that is sung ends, it repeats but the same verse is also screamed in the background. This is very common in songs by As I Lay Dying. They have a good combination of singing/screaming and they could almost be considered an emocore band (but they aren't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singing itself is pretty good, but I wouldn't listen to this song if it didn't have screams. Overall this band is great, they don't focus on singing but they include it and it sounds great. However, I think that this band just isn't perfect. They are definitely metalcore but if they bring out a little more singing (in this song) they would sound a lot better. With that being said, I would also like to see them focus more on screaming in their other songs. Overall screaming-to-singing rating: 9.0/10.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I would like to introduce everyone to a band I just discovered: Forever In Terror. I will be judging their song "The Chosen One".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "screaming to singing" section occurs at 2:05 so start it at about 1:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMSkBpf16w0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMSkBpf16w0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! This guy blew me away! I have NEVER in my life heard a metalcore song with singing so wonderfully integrated within it as I have seen in this video. The vocalist gives no indication of a screaming to singing transition at all and that is what is most surprising. Whether you do or do not like metalcore I am sure that you will like the singing in this video. As expected, a little bit of background screaming is added when the vocalist repeats the line (I'm starting to see a pattern). Bottom line, this vocalist blew me away and I haven't heard show-stopping music like this in a long time. Screaming-to-singing rating: 9.5/10.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, from the above videos, sometimes singing can be an asset to a metalcore song. In other cases, it might not be. But before you go out and try to do this yourself, make sure you know exactly what you are doing or it will sound like SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-4253433327271834570?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4253433327271834570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/screaming-to-singing-vocal-comparison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4253433327271834570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/4253433327271834570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/screaming-to-singing-vocal-comparison.html' title='Screaming to Singing: A Vocal Comparison'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3446102408127866289</id><published>2009-05-26T23:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:54:56.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of a Fly</title><content type='html'>About a week and a half ago I woke up and I thought I was going to experience an average day. This thought was soon changed by the spider located in the corner of my bathroom. I had to take a shower and I was worried that the spider would infiltrate my showering activities and bite me, leading to my slow and painful death. So what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the lil' bitch. I grabbed some random container from a cabinet in the kitchen and I trapped the spider inside. It was probably one of the biggest spiders I have ever seen (although it is, in total, only about the size of a quarter). I didn't know what to do with it, so I put the container outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 minutes ago a fly buzzed past me. I hate flies so I chased it down and eventually caught it. In the process, one of the wings was detached so the tiny insect couldn't fly anymore. I put it on the ground in front of my cat and she played with it for a few minutes. I was hoping my cat would eat the fly but as it turns out my cat is a pussy. I wouldn't accept this failure. So what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuck outside. I grabbed the container with the spider and to my surprise the thing was still alive! I opened up the top and tossed the fly inside. I then put the container on the dinner table and I watched. Three seconds later the spider pounced. He injected his fangs directly into the body of the fly. I had never witnessed something like this before and I thought it was amazing. I picked up the container and put it right here next to me as I type these words. The venom has slowly poisoned the fly. The wings started to twitch until slowly, slowly, they stopped. The spider was victorious, ultimately killing the fly, and is now ready to feast. I will put the container back outside and retrieve it tomorrow and I will update this post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I just checked the container. The fly is completely gone; nothing remains of that small flying insect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3446102408127866289?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3446102408127866289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-of-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3446102408127866289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3446102408127866289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-of-fly.html' title='The Death of a Fly'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-1179945621064844313</id><published>2009-05-26T00:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:23:45.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are offered $1,000,000 for the following act: Before you are 10 pistols-only one of which is loaded. You must pick up one of the guns, aim it at your forhead and pull the trigger. If you walk away you are a millionare. Would you take this risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The first thing that comes to my mind would be something like "I'd admit to a girl I like that I like her". On second thought, generally speaking, that would be a complete and total waste of an opportunity. The girl would probably only be moderately interested to find out, and she would probably forget within weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most "valuable" information I posses would be the research I have done regarding Golbach's conjecture. I have formulated many different ideas regarding the conjecture and I feel I have made a lot of progress. I have not published this information because I haven't solved the problem, I have just created some useful ideas. If I were to die, this information may prove useful to future mathematicians who can take my work and continue where I have left off, ultimately closing the gap between the "problem" and "solution" that the conjecture describes. This is what I would wish to tell someone: my progress with Golbach's conjecture. I wouldn't want my work to suffer the same fate as Gauss' (although my work is minuscule in comparison).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wouldn't do it and I'm not going to explain why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-1179945621064844313?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1179945621064844313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughtful-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1179945621064844313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1179945621064844313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughtful-questions.html' title='Thoughtful Questions'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-3454911170207613906</id><published>2009-05-24T17:02:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:38:34.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A True "Community"</title><content type='html'>The high school I go to is loosely based off of the concept of "community". Their attempt at community have proven completely futile as everyone seems to hate each other. So why did this attempt fail? Where can someone truly find a community? I'll tell you where you can find a REAL community; mosh pits and torrent websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosh pits only exist at concerts of metal/hardcore bands (mosh pits at other types of concerts aren't REAL mosh pits and only REAL mosh pits have the true community aspect to which I am referring). But this kind of music is normally frowned upon by adults. Some people believe that this kind of music leads people into bad things such as drugs and alcohol, so how is it that these people could get together and form a community? I have no idea ... but I have a theory. Christianity. Believe it or not but a vast majority of metal/hardcore bands are Christian bands. Christians tend to be nicer people and more courteous and that is why I believe mosh pits are full of nice people. People I come across in everyday life seem to be rude and obnoxious but moshers are very nice and courteous. It may be surprising to find out that a group of rebel aggressors are more courteous than most "regular" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you have never been in a mosh pit you won't understand what I'm talking about. But if you have you know that moshers are very courteous. If someone falls you pick them back up, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites that host torrents are littered with copyrighted material and people who download this material are breaking the law. However, these people are also very courteous. I have never met a rude or mean person while attempting to download torrents. Everyone seeds for other people and we all try to help each other out, ultimately creating a sense of community. So why is it that people who are breaking the law seem to be more courteous than people who don't? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to know that people who are frowned upon based on their musical preference and people who are breaking the law seem to have figured out the secret to maintaining a true community, but those who strive to achieve the same result prove to be failures. This is a natural phenomena I will refer to as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the futility effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It seems that people who just want to have a good time and/or download something aren't TRYING to get along with each other and thus they do. However, attempts by people to FORCE a community to exist constantly prove to be futile. Thus, I have created a solution. It is simple to understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The futility of forced communal bonds can only be overcome by apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As explained above, if people don't care about creating a successful community, they will only be led to this result. And that is why I believe this principle to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-3454911170207613906?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3454911170207613906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-community.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3454911170207613906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/3454911170207613906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-community.html' title='A True &quot;Community&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7709067945963960133</id><published>2009-05-24T13:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:55:09.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE ****?!</title><content type='html'>Watch this video before you read this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLqGPWiCl3c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLqGPWiCl3c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this video expecting to find out some deep dark secret about girls that guys don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I surprised. This stupid video turned out to be a PSA about smoking. WTF?! Seriously, why do people need to make these PSA's and post them on YouTube. I see enough of that shit on TV already. STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7709067945963960133?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7709067945963960133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7709067945963960133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7709067945963960133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/what.html' title='WHAT THE ****?!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-480967399459710278</id><published>2009-05-24T12:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:28:20.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Song #1</title><content type='html'>Artist: War of Ages&lt;br /&gt;Song: Strength Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Do not listen to this song unless you like hardcore/heavy metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is very confusing. I stumbled upon the music video for this song on YouTube but as I was about to click on another video I noticed the comments. People were arguing over the genre of the band, and once someone mentioned "hardcore" I knew I had to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were comparing the band to Slipknot. Those people are idiots. Anyways, I decided to watch the video since I represent the pinnacle of rock-genre judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video itself is nothing unusual for a rock video, it's some sort of medieval-type battle scene. But the music is what surprised me. The song starts out as an EMO song. I was like "wtf, this aint hardcore". A few seconds later it switches to regular metal. Ok, a weird start but it's a metal band right? NO. A few seconds later it reverts to hardcore, with one of the best vocal intros I have ever heard! I was blown away. I don't know how the hell these guys created a metalemocore song but it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLoUiXqfn_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLoUiXqfn_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the official video, with the medieval times stuff, just go to YouTube and search for it. It should be the first video that pops up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-480967399459710278?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/480967399459710278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/confusing-song-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/480967399459710278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/480967399459710278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/confusing-song-1.html' title='Confusing Song #1'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5266000336728041247</id><published>2009-05-23T19:44:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:21:44.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShiRnad9eBI/AAAAAAAAACA/aOpsOpmmL9E/s1600-h/inflimit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 63px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShiRnad9eBI/AAAAAAAAACA/aOpsOpmmL9E/s400/inflimit.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339177464553633810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.math.ucdavis.edu/%7Ekouba/CalcTwoDIRECTORY/defintdirectory/img27.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The limit definition of an integral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Infinity is a very hard concept to grasp. You would probably disagree and that is why I am writing this post. Even for me, a mathematical prodigy, infinity can be confusing some times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's start with a question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; = ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Infinity minus Infinity: what does it equal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stupid people say: 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smart people say: It doesn't equal anything; it's undefined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mathematicians say: It can vary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Based on my knowledge, there are 3 possible answers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and undefined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The obvious answer is: undefined. The reason why we say this is because infinity does not hold a value and therefore we cannot subtract (or do any arithmetic with) it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, in some cases, infinity can have a pseudo-value. Let's rewrite the problem in a way that demonstrates the different possible values:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Number of rational numbers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Number of integers) = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are many more rational numbers than there are integers, and thus the answer will be infinity. Both of these values are infinite, but we know that one of the infinite pseudo-values is larger than the other. If you don't know what a rational number is or what an integer is, just look it up or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Number of integers) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Number of rational numbers) = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This equation is just the opposite and thus the answer is negated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what if we do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Number of integers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Number of integers)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The answer is 0 right? No. There are an infinite number of integers so we have to go back to the original problem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;∞ &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; ∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; = undefined. You cannot take two undefined values and manipulate them in such a way that you can receive a value that does exist. The only exception to this is rule can be obtained by taking a limit, but that isn't really a form of arithmetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In these examples you can see that although infinity within itself does not have a value, we can compare two different "infinities" and do arithmetic with them (although the answer itself will not be a value).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"In an infinite universe, everything happens an infinite number of times." - I have no idea who said this quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's examine this quote. In a so-called "infinite universe" everything happens an infinite number of times. For example, in an "infinite universe" an infinite number of people named Adolf Hitler will attempt to take over the world, an infinite number of times. An infinite amount of these men will fail and an infinite amount of them will succeed. An infinite amount of rich people will earn an infinite amount of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How can all of this be true? The easiest way to think about infinity is like this: After something happens, it happens again. For example: What is the highest number that exists? Infinity. Why? Because if you name a number that is really large, I can name one larger (your number + 1). This is how infinity works. If something happens, it has to happen again eventually and then again or by definition it is not infinite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what does this mean for us? What is the significance of infinity? Unless you are in a math class (Pre-Calculus or above), infinity will probably never be significant to you. But, in higher-level Mathematics, infinity is very important. Without infinity, Calculus wouldn't exist (anybody who has taken a Calculus class would understand why). Generally speaking, infinity is used to simplify problems. Although it can be hard to understand, when used correctly, it can make even the most difficult problems seem trivial and that is why it is so important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5266000336728041247?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5266000336728041247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/infinity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5266000336728041247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5266000336728041247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/infinity.html' title='Infinity'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShiRnad9eBI/AAAAAAAAACA/aOpsOpmmL9E/s72-c/inflimit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6776440676527402344</id><published>2009-05-21T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:07:19.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Ways To Piss People Off</title><content type='html'>Here are some ideas I have to piss people off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: All of these ideas have been formulated BY ME. I did NOT get these from a list somewhere although they may appear on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Use a lot of exclamation marks when you send IM's/e-mails/letters etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are talking to someone with a name that is commonly spelled awkwardly, misspell it. (Ex: Katie, Kati, Catie, Cady, etc).&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are talking to a girl, frequently refer to an ex-boyfriend that cheated on her.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are talking to someone who likes rock music, talk about how good the Jonas Brothers are and how metal sucks.&lt;br /&gt;5. Constantly talk during class.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you notice that someone got a new haircut, mention how they don't look as good as they used to, but you can't figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;7. Constantly say memes in real life.&lt;br /&gt;8. Constantly say memes online.&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't use spaces when you type.&lt;br /&gt;10. If someone tries to correct you on something (whether you are right or wrong) constantly argue that you are correct. Include irrelevant facts in your argument.&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone uploads a large photo album online, comment on every single picture. Make the comment very random/irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;12. Comment on various rock music videos on YouTube and start arguments about what genre the band is and/or claim that another band is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bored to think of any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6776440676527402344?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6776440676527402344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-ways-to-piss-people-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6776440676527402344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6776440676527402344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-ways-to-piss-people-off.html' title='Great Ways To Piss People Off'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-2039141347612556883</id><published>2009-05-21T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:46:47.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules of Rick Rolling</title><content type='html'>Rule #1: Never Rick Roll someone twice.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2: Never Rick Roll someone in a "serious" situation.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #3: Do not attempt to Rick Roll someone in REAL LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #4: Do not listen to the song unless you have been Rick Roll'd. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #5: Only Rick Roll someone you are friends with.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #6: If you Rick Roll someone, expect to be Rick Roll'd back.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #7: If needed, disguise links. Enter a Rick Roll URL and a convo-related link for the "text".&lt;br /&gt;Rule #8: Use sites such as tinyurl.com to disguise YouTube links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-2039141347612556883?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2039141347612556883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rules-of-rick-rolling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2039141347612556883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/2039141347612556883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rules-of-rick-rolling.html' title='The Rules of Rick Rolling'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7596117286783445485</id><published>2009-05-20T22:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:08:37.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant: Girls</title><content type='html'>I hate it when girls say "suck my dick". It's like: "What? Suck your what? Are you a hermaphrodite? Do you have a dick? What?". NO. GIRLS DON'T HAVE DICKS. SO DON'T SAY THAT PHRASE. Men, we can say this as much as we want because for us it is biologically possible. NO GIRLS ALLOWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I hate it when girls take pictures on Facebook/MySpace with their fingers in the shape of a V and their tongue between them as if they are ... well I think you get the point. THIS LOOKS DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THIS SHIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShTE7Ke7SVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/we7bcPnG_5A/s1600-h/wtf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShTE7Ke7SVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/we7bcPnG_5A/s400/wtf.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338107979046275410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1: If you have never been laid, you are not allowed to do this.&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2: If you have been laid, do not do this.&lt;br /&gt;RULE #3: Do not do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of these 13 year old emo MySpace whores who think that being slutty is cool. GET A LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7596117286783445485?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7596117286783445485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7596117286783445485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7596117286783445485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-girls.html' title='Rant: Girls'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShTE7Ke7SVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/we7bcPnG_5A/s72-c/wtf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-7892204737891974514</id><published>2009-05-20T21:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:38:53.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant: Defining Rock Music</title><content type='html'>Which of the following artists is classified as a rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;B) Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;C) Pink&lt;br /&gt;D) Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered A, B, C or D you are COMPLETELY WRONG. None of these artists are rock musicians, they are all pop. Don't argue with me, I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to my first definition: Alternative Rock. This is the most common rock, almost everyone likes Alternative Rock. Alternative is kinda soft, bouncy music that you can genuinely appreciate if you are just an average Joe. Very catchy. Most commonly liked by surfers and beach losers. Examples: Franz Ferdinand, Nine Inch Nails, The White Stripes, most "radio bands", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Popular Punk". Not to be confused with Pop Rock. This music is typically liked/produced by skaters, Californians, etc. This music is generally based on nonstop power chords and has singy-punky vocals. Examples: Blink 182, Sum 41, Nirvana, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo. This genre of rock is typically the same as "Popular Punk", but with more annoying, girly vocals. Although that may not sound very pleasing, emo is a very popular genre, commonly adored by middle school girls who are seeking attention. Examples: My Chemical Romance, Saosin, Chiodos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft Metal: generally uses metallic riffs that are tuned lower than punky music. For example, most songs in this genre are played on guitar in Drop D tuning, sometimes Drop C. This genre has a lot of Christian bands, and so it is typically listen to by christians. Examples include: Project 86, Blindside, Showbread, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal. For this genre I'm going to be describing modern bands, not that AC/DC bullcrap. This genre is typically very similar to soft metal, only harder (go figure). These types of bands usually use a lower tuning, such as Drop C, than other metal bands. This genre also has many Christian bands and is also mainly listened to by Christians. Examples: Slipknot, Demon Hunter, System of a Down, Sevendust, Deftones etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore. This genre is a step up from metal. This genre is typically misdiagnosed as screamo. This is not the case. Screamo is basically just "Emocore". Hardcore music is composed of screaming vocals, fast drums and guitar (normally in Drop C/B or lower) and usually has a "breakdown". This genre is usually liked by scene kids and Christians (once again). Examples include: August Burns Red, For The Fallen Dreams, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore bands usually look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShS-CHG6ubI/AAAAAAAAABw/hzEzP0XvaaE/s1600-h/ab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShS-CHG6ubI/AAAAAAAAABw/hzEzP0XvaaE/s400/ab1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338100401817958834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore Metal: "Metalcore". This seems to be more common/popular than regular hardcore. This genre is a combination of fast/hardcore drums and guitar with screaming but this genre is more metal-based. This genre is mainly liked by scene kids and Christians. Examples include: As I Lay Dying, All That Remains, All Shall Perish, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore Death Metal: "Deathcore". This genre is similar to Metalcore but it focuses on more intense, normally high-pitched screaming. It also, generally speaking, has more intense guitar/drums as well. This genre is normally liked by emo/scene/punk kids. Examples include: Winds Of Plague, The Acacia Strain, Despised Icon, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Genre + Hardcore: "___core". If you ever come across the name of a genre with the word "core" in it, it is a combination of hardcore and the root that is attached to it. For example, "Mathcore" (yes that is a real genre) is a hybrid of hardcore and math-based music. The music normally has a weird tempo or no tempo at all and the notes don't sound like they logically flow together. These bands range in popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it. There are a few genres I didn't mention but I don't have time to sit here and name every single rock-based band. Just remember that the more mainstream a band is, the less likely it's a rock band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-7892204737891974514?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7892204737891974514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-defining-rock-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7892204737891974514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/7892204737891974514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-defining-rock-music.html' title='Rant: Defining Rock Music'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShS-CHG6ubI/AAAAAAAAABw/hzEzP0XvaaE/s72-c/ab1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8658028545405559130</id><published>2009-05-18T23:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:48:56.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant: I Hate "Dr. Phil"</title><content type='html'>Why did I put his name in quotations? Because his real title isn't Dr. Phil, it's Dr. McGraw. So why would he choose to be known by his first name? Because nobody would trust a psychologist by the name of "McGraw", and nobody would watch his stupid show either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer started early this year; May 6th. As usual, it has been quite boring so unfortunately I have seen his show a few times out of boredom. So what is the issue? Why do I hate Dr. Phil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this dopey fuck and tell me he isn't full of shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/52/Phil_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/52/Phil_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you honestly look me in the face and tell me that guy isn't full of shit? No, you can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enough slander, let me get to my examples. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First I would like to talk about one of his shows where he psychologically slaughters a 14 year old dude for smoking smarties. YEA, FOR SMOKING SMARTIES. YES, THE CANDY. I know, wtf right? Let me explain. Apparently this kid uploaded a video to YouTube instructing people on how to smoke smarties. So, who cares? Personally I think that inhaling shards of candy is a stupid idea, but who cares, let the dude do what he wants. He'll learn from his mistakes, right? NO! Dr. Phil got this kid on the show, and his family, and confronted him about this. Apparently he also tried snorting the smartie poweder; another dumb idea. Anyways, by the end of the show Dr. Phil got the kid to admit he needed rehab. I AM NOT KIDDING. THEY SENT THAT KID TO REHAB. How stupid is that? I don't know what kind of magical psychology Dr. Phil was taught in grad school, but he makes $30M a year making these bullshit calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take a look at Dr. Phil's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his Bachelor's degree from Midwestern State University in Wichita Falls, Texas. WAIT, I THOUGHT WICHITA WAS IN KANSAS? This shithead is already off to a dopey start. He probably didn't even get that degree he was probably like "Oh yea it was at Wichita Falls...um...Texas?". Seriously, get this dude a map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;He has two children, both males, both with names starting with a J. Wtf? What kind of magician bullshit did he pull here? He probably opened a book of baby names to a page with J's and he's like "Ok we'll name this one Johnathan and the next one Jordan." Seriously dude, at least turn a few pages to, I don't know, a DIFFERENT LETTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not to mention, he treated his first wife like shit. He made her stay at home to cook and clean and "lift weights to improve her bustline". After he divorced her, he started dating a 19 year old girl who graduated from high school a WEEK before they met! What a pervert! First he enslaves his first wife and then he hits the market for a fresh pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ultimately Dr. Phil is really just an idiot. He has been involved in countless controversies and lawsuits. One time he tried to set up an intervention for Britney Spears and her family. NOT FOR BRITNEY SPEARS, BUT FOR THE FAMILY. Trust me, they don't have a problem, it's just Britney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just wish Dr. Phil would read this post and invite me on his show so I could expose him for the weasel he truly is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8658028545405559130?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8658028545405559130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-i-hate-dr-phil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8658028545405559130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8658028545405559130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-i-hate-dr-phil.html' title='Rant: I Hate &quot;Dr. Phil&quot;'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-1899356715973622408</id><published>2009-05-18T01:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:12:07.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers: A Theory</title><content type='html'>The title of this post will (at first glance) may seem misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Mathematicians (specifically Number Theorists) will think that I am about to post about Number Theory, a study of Mathematics that has been established and is, as some people (such as myself) would consider, one of the most interesting topics to study. But I highly doubt any Pure Mathematicians are going to be reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is about the subliminal significance of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What intrigues me the most about "numbers" is the fact that people are oblivious to their human-determined significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it like this: do you consider numbers very significant? Probably not. By the end of this post you will change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory is this: Numbers define us. Numbers define everything about us. Numbers define why we do things, what things we do, how we do them, and with whom we do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money: Success is, by many people, determined by the amount of money you have/earn. The amount of money you have is represented by a number. If I earn $10,000 a year and someone else earns $1,000,000 a year, that other person would be considered more successful than me. Why? The numbers are different, and therefore the "success" values for each person are different. People don't imagine a pile of $10,000 and then a pile of $1,000,000 and then think "Well gee, that pile is a lot bigger, he must have more money and thus be more successful". We only look at the numbers to judge success. Bank accounts function by numbers and they describe how much money the account holders have. I don't need to say much more on this topic as I assume you can see where I am going with this. In this case the number represents wealth and therefore success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts/Views/Comments/Friends: I am talking about forums, social networking sites, and people who have websites. On forums, users always seem to be very concerned with their post count. On social networking sites, such as MySpace and Facebook, users are always trying to gain more and more friends, regardless of the actual relationship between the user sending the friend request and the use receiving the friend request. Why? If I have more friends than you do, somehow I must be better than you. How do we judge this? Numbers. Take the number of friends he/she has and take the number of friends I have. Does he/she have more? Then I must be a loser. In this case the number represents social status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight (This is not an attack on fat people): I am sure everyone has seen someone fatter or skinnier than themself. What does this mean? Typically, health is judged by weight and height (this is what the BMI index is based off of). If you consider two people, both equally strong and of the same height, one that weighs 200 lbs and one that weighs 130 lbs, who is more healthy? The one who weighs less is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably &lt;/span&gt;more healthy. There could be other factors such as drug/alcohol addiction, but for the sake of generalization we will not dicuss that here. Now, let's consider two people of equal height. One person weighs 200 lbs and one person weighs 130 lbs. Who is healthier? If the person who weighs more has 70 lbs more muscle than the other person, then the answer is obvious, but we cannot distinguish between the muscle/fat weight. In this case, the number represents health. Not only is this system flawed, but it is one of the most commonly systems used to judge people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: It's a school day. You wake up, tired. So tired. You look  at the clock and it's 10:45. You jump out of bed, springing into action, and 5 minutes later you're on your way to school. If that clock said 7:45 you would've laid there like a beached whale, eyes half shut. What is the difference? 3 hours of time, represented by a digit. That digit (or maybe two in this case) will dramatically change your response. Why can't you just look outside and tell me what time it is? Answer: because we need a number system to tell us. That brings me to another question; Why did we define a day as 24 hours? Why don't we define a day as 25 hours, with each hour being shorter by 2.4 minutes? Or, why didn't we define a day as 23 hours, with each hour being longer by 2.6 minutes? The amount of time that elapses between each day is naturally set; but the unit by which we define two separate units of time was determined by man. In this case, we have unintentionally screwed ourselves over by creating our own time system that controls how we live our lives. In this case, the number represents an attitude; a temporary paradigm that has been created for us. Once again, a simple number dramatically changes how to react to a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more situations that I can explain but I think these explain enough to get my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I would just like to point out that numbers are extremely significant. We made them so. I would challenge you to take notice every time you say a number within the next 24 hours. Also, take notice everytime you judge someone/something based on a number. Consider any and all situations involving money, time, caloric intake (for all you dieters out there), sexual partners, grades, a person's age, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, just remember, a number is just a number. It represents something  that may or may not be significant but we seem to hold the number more significant than the object it describes. Don't focus on the value of the number, focus on the value of the object it represents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-1899356715973622408?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1899356715973622408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/numbers-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1899356715973622408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/1899356715973622408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/numbers-theory.html' title='Numbers: A Theory'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6315386323066082020</id><published>2009-05-18T00:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:20:51.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor: Tocantins</title><content type='html'>This season of "Survivor" was intense, to say the least. In my experience I have never seen an alliance truly last throughout the whole game. This season, however, proved to be unique in that an alliance between Stephen, a Corporate Consultant from New York City, and JT, a Cattle Rancher from Samson, Alabama took control of the game at an early stage (Day 2 to be exact) and rode through the game like a Jockey on Seabiscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a 4-way alliance: two from the Jalapao tribe and two from the Timbira tribe. Brendan and Sierra (Timbira) decided to form an early alliance with Taj and Stephen (Jalapao) to secure their place at the merge. But things did not turn out as expected. At the merge everyone was frantically searching to secure an alliance and, once the alliances were formed, Brendan was targeted. This rocked the 4-way alliance like a thunderstorm and it was torn to the ground, resulting in a 3-person team of Taj, Stephen and JT. This alliance proved very successful as they stealthily took out player after player, and eventually, Taj herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the final 3, JT, Stephen and Erinn were left. Erinn, a completely useless player, was ultimately tossed out, leaving the final two masterminds to duke it out. I personally witnessed the final tribal council, and boy was it was brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, to nobody's surprise, it was a unanimous vote; JT was the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShDrU5BVB6I/AAAAAAAAABo/_iDHa0n4V5A/s1600-h/sujt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShDrU5BVB6I/AAAAAAAAABo/_iDHa0n4V5A/s400/sujt.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337024302570342306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture of the finalists; Stephen (left) and JT (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened? How did they manage to snake their way throughout the whole entire game, blindside after blindside? Stephen was the brain of the alliance, and JT was the muscle. Together, they proved to be an unbeatable team (literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was their secret: Stephen, along with information provided by JT, would plan out the next elimination. JT would then win the immunity necklace, indirectly granting immunity to himself and JT, and he, along with Stephen, would inform the rest of the tribe members of the plan. The tribe members, like delusional lab rats, would then willingly execute the attack, ultimately proving the strength of the two-man alliance. They used this strategy to make their way to the final two. Ultimately, due to his sheer popularity, JT won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this just proves, once again, that in the real world popularity will reign over ingenuity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6315386323066082020?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6315386323066082020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/survivor-tocantins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6315386323066082020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6315386323066082020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/survivor-tocantins.html' title='Survivor: Tocantins'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/ShDrU5BVB6I/AAAAAAAAABo/_iDHa0n4V5A/s72-c/sujt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-6026451463883716707</id><published>2009-05-16T18:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:53:54.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battleship Complete</title><content type='html'>I just finished the program for Battleship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8WtVa_SN7s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8WtVa_SN7s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known Flaws:&lt;br /&gt;* The word "reveal" should be "revealed".&lt;br /&gt;* There is a way to cheat, but I'm not going to say how. If you look at the code you might be able to figure out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-6026451463883716707?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6026451463883716707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/battleship-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6026451463883716707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/6026451463883716707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/battleship-complete.html' title='Battleship Complete'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-76429436903659133</id><published>2009-05-16T14:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:33:06.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Deadmau5?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sg8EfXE34UI/AAAAAAAAABg/6_eBKLI6Ka0/s1600-h/dm3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sg8EfXE34UI/AAAAAAAAABg/6_eBKLI6Ka0/s400/dm3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336489020274237762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadmau5 ( "Dead Mouse" for all you un-1337 fags) is a techno beast from Canada. What makes him a beast? Check out this except from Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In December 2007, Marcus Schossow, Maor Levi and Dj Eco created a project named Deadrat6 as a joke on Deadmau5, claiming his tracks sound alike. A similar faux project was also created under the name of Sinterklaa5. As a counter-move, Deadmau5 created a track under the artist name "Marcus Fatsow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rivalry between Deadmau5 and Schossow escalated at an event in April 2008 in Oslo, where, according to Marcus Schossow, Deadmau5 refused to play at a club if Marcus Schossow was going to play afterwards. This lead to Marcus Schossow being refused entry and made the night a Deadmau5 solo-event."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owned! That's how it's done, ladies and gentlemen. If you want to check out his music go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/deadmau5"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-76429436903659133?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/76429436903659133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-deadmau5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/76429436903659133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/76429436903659133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-deadmau5.html' title='Who is Deadmau5?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sg8EfXE34UI/AAAAAAAAABg/6_eBKLI6Ka0/s72-c/dm3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-418729490203027509</id><published>2009-05-15T13:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:56:16.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Battleship</title><content type='html'>I read some note or something on Facebook about programming a game of Battleship. The skeleton code was written in Python, which I have some experience with, but since I mainly work with C++ I'm going to try to write it in C++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I will do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First I will have to create some sort of player-setup process so that I can distinguish between the two players. This will be easy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Then I have to implement some sort of ship-location process. At first I will have the computer do this automatically, to make it easier for me to check the accuracy of the program as a whole. Then, I will setup the ship-location process so that the players can decide where they want to place their boats. I will have to setup 2 separate boards, one for each player.  I will probably do this by creating two separate files with the player info for each.&lt;br /&gt;3. Then I will have to implement an attacking sequence. I will probably create a two-dimensional array and auto-set all of the values to 0. Then, when a ship is placed in a certain location, the values of the coordinates will be set to 1. If the location is "attacked", then the value will be set to 2.&lt;br /&gt;4. Along with the attacking process, I will need to make a notification system that alerts the player if their ship has been hit.&lt;br /&gt;5. Once all of the ships for a certain player have been destroyed, the winner will be notified. I will probably just have a "Player 1" and "Player 2" label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game will be played on a virtual board. You will have to imagine the boat locations and plan according. Once I finish this program, I will probably implement a board display system that will physically display the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the code once I finish it, and I may upload a YouTube video or something to demonstrate running the program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-418729490203027509?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/418729490203027509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/battleship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/418729490203027509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/418729490203027509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/battleship.html' title='Battleship'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5874488901952559389</id><published>2009-05-14T19:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:47:37.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Fox is the Hottest Woman Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyqBounaaI/AAAAAAAAABY/97Exxuil0PA/s1600-h/fox.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335826603616725410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyqBounaaI/AAAAAAAAABY/97Exxuil0PA/s400/fox.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, let me ask you a question. When you look at that picture, what do you see? Do you see a regular woman with long black hair, a gorgeous woman with nice earrings, or just Megan Fox? Let me tell you what you see. You are looking at the hottest woman alive. If you try to argue, you are just gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5874488901952559389?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5874488901952559389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/megan-fox-is-hottest-woman-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5874488901952559389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5874488901952559389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/megan-fox-is-hottest-woman-alive.html' title='Megan Fox is the Hottest Woman Alive'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyqBounaaI/AAAAAAAAABY/97Exxuil0PA/s72-c/fox.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8384806945974140746</id><published>2009-05-14T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:08:55.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Help</title><content type='html'>I am also very proficient in mathematics. If you need help with (almost) any type of math problem send me an e-mail or IM at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:primedrive@mail.com"&gt;primedrive@mail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM: i got the frag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am good with most areas of math but I am mainly proficient in Calculus (Single Variable and Multivariate).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8384806945974140746?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8384806945974140746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/math-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8384806945974140746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8384806945974140746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/math-help.html' title='Math Help'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-5074059213853361859</id><published>2009-05-14T18:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:01:38.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crosswalk To Hell</title><content type='html'>This picture will help explain some things:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sgycjvk38pI/AAAAAAAAABI/qUokIbweEAY/s1600-h/rant1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335811796407677586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sgycjvk38pI/AAAAAAAAABI/qUokIbweEAY/s400/rant1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me explain what is in this picture. As you can see, there are two sidewalks. Sidewalk A is the sidewalk that my school is located on (down the road to the left). Sidewalk B is the sidewalk that the university I attend is on (down the road to the top). The small white rectangles are those lines in the road. The large white rectangles signify the crosswalk. This is the intersection that "The Quad" apartments are located (people who go to UNCW will understand what I mean). So why does this intersection piss me off? Let me ask you a question, how the hell am I supposed to get from Sidewalk A (which is where the bus drops me off) to Sidewalk B (AKA the pathway to my classes)? How?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. "Use the crosswalk", right? WRONG. Look at the crosswalk. It leads STRAIGHT INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC. So how do I get across? Do I just bluntly walk across the street (vertically) from A to B? No! This is a busy intersection! That is suicide! So how so I safely get across? The answer is: there is no answer. The road-building committee must've sneezed when they were planning this intersection. By the way, THERE IS NO STOP-LIGHT. The only thing worse than this intersection is death. But when you walk across this intersection you're risking both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-5074059213853361859?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5074059213853361859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/crosswalk-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5074059213853361859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/5074059213853361859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/crosswalk-to-hell.html' title='The Crosswalk To Hell'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/Sgycjvk38pI/AAAAAAAAABI/qUokIbweEAY/s72-c/rant1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198610102391714422.post-8629900687791315623</id><published>2009-05-14T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:14:29.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post - Information</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I am writing this post to inform you about this blog. This blog serves two main purposes: I will use this blog to post my sample C++ codes and I will use it to rant about my life (and other topics in general). I am taking requests for programs. I can program many different types of things but these are the types of programs I am looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Probability Simulations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Run a program that simulates the rolling of an &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt;-sided die some number of times, displaying the percent each side is rolled. Then rerun the program, omitting two sides, and display the new percentages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Function Analysis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Given a function, f, calculate the value of f(&lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt;) for a varying &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;. I can program many different types of functions, and compare two or more functions, etc. Many different possibilities).&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;File Operations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Create a program that reads a file of bank account holders and prints the account names/numbers of people who have negative balances).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I can write many different types of programs, but I am not very experienced so don't ask me to do something outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send requests to: &lt;a href="mailto:primedrive@mail.com"&gt;primedrive@mail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198610102391714422-8629900687791315623?l=primedrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8629900687791315623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-post-information.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8629900687791315623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198610102391714422/posts/default/8629900687791315623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primedrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-post-information.html' title='First Post - Information'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12962541361509383776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7cpGGA-MYM/SgyZjTIxPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sy69PjwT3fo/S220/jcalhoun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
