<?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-8587535993203391364</id><updated>2011-12-07T20:22:09.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomsthebombdotcom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7313915504732036594</id><published>2011-12-07T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:22:09.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in San Francisco...</title><content type='html'>By my teaser last time, I travelled to a new city, San Francisco. I flew out (with Mel) to see one of my best friends wed. It was a chance of a lifetime; I had to do it. I'd kick myself if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the beautiful couple. I'm beyond words happy for them. A great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xULrvXxY-eY/TuA6C8L6B1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YyiCdquv7sM/s1600/aaron%2526lauren.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683606551931782994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xULrvXxY-eY/TuA6C8L6B1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YyiCdquv7sM/s400/aaron%2526lauren.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7313915504732036594?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7313915504732036594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7313915504732036594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7313915504732036594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7313915504732036594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-in-san-francisco.html' title='Back in San Francisco...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xULrvXxY-eY/TuA6C8L6B1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YyiCdquv7sM/s72-c/aaron%2526lauren.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2244665512841515718</id><published>2011-11-15T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:55:00.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Visit to Southern California... (Forewarning, this will be long. I need to catch you up.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since, I'm only taking two classes at the moment; I had a few days during fall break to go with my friend Melanie to see The Wilde's &amp;amp; The Meldrum's. I always enjoy the small amount of time I get to see them. This time, there was two more on the way. Alas, one Meldrum, Alice, has made it safely. The other, a Wilde, will soon join us. an't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my itinerary of fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Mel &amp;amp; I flew out early Thursday morning. We made it into LA around 1030 am PST. Everything was smooth from getting to the airport, through security, on the plane, the flight, off the plane, getting out bags, flagging down the rental car shuttle, choosing our rental car, and making it to Kelsi &amp;amp; John's house with little traffic. Melanie Wilde (I'll try to keep both of them straight.) was at work; so, Kelsi was tending Mel's kids. That sure was nice of her. Replaying that moment in my mind's eye brings happy tears to my eyes, steaming up the ol' eyeglasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many hours catching up with Melanie, Melanie, &amp;amp; Kelsi; &amp;amp; a nap, I got one of my wishes for this trip granted. Melanie, John, &amp;amp; I headed into Hollywood to see Maria Taylor with Melanie's husband, Lin. We got there a few minutes ahead of Lin. My eyes aren't what they used to be, but I thought I could see Lin. As he got closer, he had a beard. It wasn't a 4 month long grow-a-thon as mine is. (Happy 5Now, I put 1+1 together. Norah, Melanie &amp;amp; Lin's daughter, told me Daddy was going to be Van Gogh. She even whispered secrets to Melanie telling her about the beard. I thought she was great, but the opener, Big Harp, stole it for me. I didn't have any expectations, &amp;amp; they were throurghly blown. See for yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rqJ1A7Q127E" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought their album.&amp;nbsp; It hasn't left the car in a month.&amp;nbsp; The CD came with a comp (Punk term for compilation of various artists.) that had this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G939RSPIfIU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to this daily if not multiple times during my jaunts around Logan.&amp;nbsp; If you don't listen to any of my video's, please do yourself a favor &amp;amp; try this on for size.&amp;nbsp; This song gives me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Uncle Walt's! Sadly The Meldrum's couldn't join; Kelsi was 9+ months pregnant. I'm surprised Melanie made it being 8+ months along.&amp;nbsp; Bless her heart.&amp;nbsp; Here's the few pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkW30SA4xdg/TsP0LChbiZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rtZOJRJcYSI/s1600/Girls+Tram.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkW30SA4xdg/TsP0LChbiZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rtZOJRJcYSI/s320/Girls+Tram.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Girls (Melanie W., Norah, &amp;amp; Melanie L.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4cw4GRbiLg/TsP0SQFixVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Hr_7u6iZLKA/s1600/boys+tram.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4cw4GRbiLg/TsP0SQFixVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Hr_7u6iZLKA/s320/boys+tram.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Boys (Me, Tommy, &amp;amp; Lin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvyZMK7zsN0/TsP0yYy94aI/AAAAAAAAAVI/u7j8-Yq8OJg/s1600/damned+teacups.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvyZMK7zsN0/TsP0yYy94aI/AAAAAAAAAVI/u7j8-Yq8OJg/s320/damned+teacups.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Damned Teacups (NEVER again. Sorry, Norah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 3: Recovery &amp;amp; Amoeba.&amp;nbsp; After 2 days of running non stop, my body shut down.&amp;nbsp; I'm like a toddler meaning I need copious amounts of sleep.&amp;nbsp; I don't function without it.&amp;nbsp; I become my most vulnerable to things around me.&amp;nbsp; The Wilde's had a ward party; I stayed behind to play some Wii basketball with John &amp;amp; Jake.&amp;nbsp;It was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; Kinda like the real thing.&amp;nbsp; Amoeba is my &lt;a href="http://www.amoeba.com/" target="_blank"&gt;mecca&lt;/a&gt;. I've been collecting records for the better part of my life; most of you know that.&amp;nbsp; This place I can pretty much find anything I ever wanted or needed in one store.&amp;nbsp; It's truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Melanie was sick.&amp;nbsp; It's not a trip to Southern California without a sick body. I feel horrible. Melanie, Lin, &amp;amp; I packed up the kids and met The Meldrums at the park.&amp;nbsp; It was a great way to end our trip.&amp;nbsp; I hate to see them end.&amp;nbsp; I dread it before I even leave Utah.&amp;nbsp; The pull of Logan is too great right now.&amp;nbsp; I've got things to finish up here. I miss them all daily &amp;amp; can't wait till our next adventure.&amp;nbsp; (March.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, one of my favorite bands of all time reunited, &lt;a href="http://blogs.ocweekly.com/heardmentality/2011/10/rocket_from_the_crypt_reunites.php" target="_blank"&gt;ROCKET FROM THE CRYPT&lt;/a&gt;!!! I am overly exstatic about this.&amp;nbsp; When I found this, I wanted to shout an emphatic "HELL YES!" from the mountain tops. Alas, it was this one time.&amp;nbsp; If any of you see this episode, I need to know ASAP.&amp;nbsp; I NEED to see it.&amp;nbsp; There are also rumblings of a tour next year.&amp;nbsp; I'm saying my prayers &amp;amp; crossing my fingers this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Next time...&amp;nbsp; San Francisco.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2244665512841515718?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2244665512841515718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2244665512841515718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2244665512841515718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2244665512841515718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-visit-to-southern-california.html' title='My Visit to Southern California... (Forewarning, this will be long. I need to catch you up.)'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rqJ1A7Q127E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-3849936413610887063</id><published>2011-10-18T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:38:40.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Pre-Eve of Vacation...</title><content type='html'>There's something that I've been keeping a secret... I have a girlfriend; I wish. (Mom wishes more.) I quit my job last week. In all honesty, the biggest reason, I wasn't happy. Most of you know, I struggle with depression for most my adult life. I've come to realize; life is too short to be unhappy. I try to live my life with no ups or downs. I like to keep an even keel. The job was crampin on that. I over-stayed my welcome at Icon, 6 years too long by my estimation. There are other reasons that I won't discuss. I know I'm a much happier person. I will miss many of the people that I met, but Logan is small. My plan is to enjoy my vacation a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, come back to Logan, focus on my classes, &amp;amp; then start looking for job. I've got a lot things mulling around in my head. You'll just have to see which one pops out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... I leave on Thursday morning to visit my dear friends the Wildes &amp;amp; the Meldurms. Both are expecting at any moment which means I may witness miracles. (?) A lot is planned, but you all prolly know, my Uncle Walt asked me to visit. It'll be my 10th trip in 10 years to see him. The first one is kinda a funny story. Although, I'll tell it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zd8E4xRheZA" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SmXP8HVcWZc" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday wishes go to my Mom. You may know her as Bernice. AND my 3rd nephew Owen. He's the big # 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my brother Dave, Geek~lee~tist, is doing gallery stroll this Friday. Please support. I will in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the future... Others sooner than you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-3849936413610887063?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3849936413610887063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=3849936413610887063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3849936413610887063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3849936413610887063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-pre-eve-of-vacation.html' title='On the Pre-Eve of Vacation...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zd8E4xRheZA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7918556577343865191</id><published>2011-10-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:39:10.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickly...  USU Autumn Voices</title><content type='html'>I've been going to Autumn Voices at Utah State University the last three years.&amp;nbsp; I'm honored to have a couple of friends, TJ &amp;amp; Chris, sing in this great event.&amp;nbsp; If you've never been, do yourself a favor &amp;amp; go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Women's Choir at Utah State covered this.&amp;nbsp; It was amazingly done; I wish I had there version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6md5RSnVUuo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Wuth the way I've been feeling this helped me out a ton.&amp;nbsp; I may have been the only one to drop a few tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/39gpaDnjW4I" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4vfC-NTt10Y" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7918556577343865191?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7918556577343865191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7918556577343865191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7918556577343865191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7918556577343865191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/10/quickly-usu-autumn-voices.html' title='Quickly...  USU Autumn Voices'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6md5RSnVUuo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-5426223485749524374</id><published>2011-10-01T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T07:33:06.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook...</title><content type='html'>I'm back. &amp;nbsp;Can you find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First name... &amp;nbsp;Take my favorite place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second... &amp;nbsp;Favorite band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a grace period. &amp;nbsp;It may be a day; may be longer. Just depends when I get on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mR5Cqc9GFlM" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-5426223485749524374?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5426223485749524374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=5426223485749524374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5426223485749524374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5426223485749524374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mR5Cqc9GFlM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2841364513501430714</id><published>2011-09-22T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:02:11.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating...</title><content type='html'>I'm on an online dating site. They try their damnedest to find me some. My one observation from all this is 99.01% of the ladies like to camp.&amp;nbsp; Let me say here, I do NOT. (I'm going to change my intro to state this fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new really.&amp;nbsp; I burning life at both ends. School is going well, but I'm sure beat. I'm up on campus a lot. I leave work Monday-Thursday &amp;amp; go to campus till 930, 1000 most nights.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired is an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my ticket to see my Uncle Walt &amp;amp; all his friends.&amp;nbsp; Most especially, I get to see my dear, dear friends. I wish I could see them everyday, but I'm sorry to say I only see them a few short days outta the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.&amp;nbsp; I saw Eniac play the skateshop back in probably 2005. I was blown away. Hope you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tpw1deQFsmw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Brewers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2841364513501430714?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2841364513501430714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2841364513501430714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2841364513501430714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2841364513501430714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/09/online-dating.html' title='Online Dating...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tpw1deQFsmw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-1186217702271325072</id><published>2011-09-17T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:49:47.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping to See...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qvFALSUopFE" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let her fall in love with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... Bonus to see Donna A. in this video. Mmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-1186217702271325072?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1186217702271325072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=1186217702271325072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1186217702271325072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1186217702271325072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoping-to-see.html' title='Hoping to See...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qvFALSUopFE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-5365640671972981422</id><published>2011-09-16T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:52:45.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Proof (More to Come.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQMaDRFoGzc/TnPhJNaYXcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Ww55KnP_qys/s1600/Photo%2B31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQMaDRFoGzc/TnPhJNaYXcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Ww55KnP_qys/s400/Photo%2B31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-5365640671972981422?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5365640671972981422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=5365640671972981422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5365640671972981422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5365640671972981422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-proof-more-to-come.html' title='A Little Proof (More to Come.)'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQMaDRFoGzc/TnPhJNaYXcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Ww55KnP_qys/s72-c/Photo%2B31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8243466078095629386</id><published>2011-09-15T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:57:28.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick, Before I Fall Asleep...</title><content type='html'>So tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has alas begun. Yes, for those that doubt me (Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice), I'm back. I've got two classes, Economics 1500 &amp;amp; Statisitcs 2300. You're askin' yourself, "Sounds like tons o' fun." You're correct it is. I'm losing sleep because it's so much amusement. Actually, it is fun, except for homework &amp;amp; tests. This semester has even seen my return to campus during the day. It's great to walk the hallowed sidewalks (Walked by the likes of Jason, Aaron, Wade, Jon, Adam, Tori, Lisa, Melanie, Melanie, Kelsi, Martin, even Spencer.) every Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday. So, I look at everything, take in the sites (wink). I'm an observant person. I catch things maybe others may not see. Say the flier for Homecoming next week. It mentions everything but the football game. Maybe, I'm wrong, but the majority of people will attend. So, I tend to notice people staring at me &amp;amp; EVEN giving me a double take. YES, me. I ask myself what's different than say two years ago. I'm still the handsome fellow you all know I am. Looking at my shadow, it dawns on me. I'm looking at spittin' sillohette of Jay Leno. My chin is huge. If I measured, it's an inch &amp;amp; a half. I'm hopin' everyone is enjoyin' the goods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to my niece &amp;amp; nephew, Madison &amp;amp; Harrison. HBD! Sorry, I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PRopllz7-uI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;See you in the future...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8243466078095629386?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8243466078095629386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8243466078095629386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8243466078095629386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8243466078095629386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/09/quick-before-i-fall-asleep.html' title='Quick, Before I Fall Asleep...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PRopllz7-uI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-6262942573358723218</id><published>2011-08-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:55:48.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Summer Vacation (2011 Edition)...</title><content type='html'>As you know, I caught up on all my reading. I read well past my goal of 12 books. I don't think I read a bad book. If I might make one suggestion, the last book I read or (re-read) was &lt;em&gt;13 Reasons Why&lt;/em&gt;. If you haven't heard of this novel by Jay Asher, please do yourself a favor &amp;amp; pick it up. It's a moving book about a boy &amp;amp; a girl. I don't want to give you too much, but it is about suicide. If you can't handle it, I understand, but really, it's about so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 1.5 lovely days in August with my friends, The Wildes (Lin, Melanie, Norah, Tommy, &amp;amp; little girl in the oven.) To me, it wasn't enuff time, but what I did get, refreshed me. We spent a lovely afternoon at the childrens museum. It was fun to see the kids interact with other they didn't know. (I love people watching. I could do it all day, especially on campus.) One didn't like the crowds too much; the other was a little more outgoing. I miss &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my friends everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a week or two geeking out on &lt;em&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/em&gt;. I'm all caught up through season 3. If 4 had been out, I'd be there. It'll have to stew till Christmas break. As will all the books I want to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently returned to thrift store shopping. I've had some good fortune as you saw with the Unicorns. That hasn't stopped. I'll post more photos of my finds the last few time out, but here's a teaser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl5vqZHf1d4/Tlxq9HNAfaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LLb4-LbaqaI/s1600/gizmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646505630953930146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl5vqZHf1d4/Tlxq9HNAfaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LLb4-LbaqaI/s400/gizmo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I'll leave you with The Jesus &amp; Mary Chain. Wait for my favorite part at 1:13. They kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/veb_3IWtiJM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... Wish me luck this semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-6262942573358723218?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6262942573358723218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=6262942573358723218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6262942573358723218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6262942573358723218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-i-spent-my-summer-vacation-2011.html' title='How I Spent My Summer Vacation (2011 Edition)...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl5vqZHf1d4/Tlxq9HNAfaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LLb4-LbaqaI/s72-c/gizmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-6041074450889592632</id><published>2011-08-16T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:43:00.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ettes... (I know I talk about them A LOT. I just think you're pretty dumb if you're not on this boat.)</title><content type='html'>On the day I prayed they'd return to Salt Lake City, I'm having my own little concert in my room. Here's a couple of songs on MY set list for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F19280278&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F19280278&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/press-here-1/the-ettes-excuse"&gt;The Ettes - Excuse&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/press-here-1"&gt;PressHere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.kexp.org/blog/2011/08/09/song-of-the-day-the-ettes-my-heart/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/inyTTBjL3Is" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9gdcx08OoHs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8RPjO46WX3A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, my all tme favorite, &lt;em&gt;I Wanna Go Home&lt;/em&gt;. (No clip. I'm pretty sure they don't play this ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw The Ettes thrice, once in LA, while I was unemployed. I owe them a ton for &lt;br /&gt;being part of the soundtrack to my happiest, albeit ruff, year. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a Tom sandwich... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5m8_TT0-Xo/Tks3749JzqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZMUR0fmeIX4/s1600/Snadwich2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5m8_TT0-Xo/Tks3749JzqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZMUR0fmeIX4/s400/Snadwich2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641664460252368546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-6041074450889592632?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6041074450889592632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=6041074450889592632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6041074450889592632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6041074450889592632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/08/ettes-i-know-i-talk-about-them-lot-i.html' title='The Ettes... (I know I talk about them A LOT. I just think you&apos;re pretty dumb if you&apos;re not on this boat.)'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/inyTTBjL3Is/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7728638994880564125</id><published>2011-08-15T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:41:57.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 15th, 2011...</title><content type='html'>Few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ettes have a new album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s3IDHK8id8/TknxSDmQs8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/dwvW11dh3-A/s1600/the%2Bettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641305300763980738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s3IDHK8id8/TknxSDmQs8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/dwvW11dh3-A/s400/the%2Bettes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't heard it yet. I was hoping to buy it when they came through Utah. Sadly, they're not stopping here. I'll have to buy online. I understand when only four people show up to your last SLC show. I promise, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye that I'll double that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wtL0gxV0aaw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. Something all the kids should get into, but won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Water Music is back recording new material. I'm very happy about this endeavor. All the side projects are great, but I'm glad they're back to their primary venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zIZDHoNW_Ck" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my finds at the DI. Many, many, many others to share soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRD7_q0P51E/Tkn0SovkazI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lXvScQ933tw/s1600/unicorns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRD7_q0P51E/Tkn0SovkazI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lXvScQ933tw/s400/unicorns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641308609270016818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to coming back to facebook.  I don't know when it'll happen, but it will soon.  I've got a new persona already. No picture yet.  I'm working on it. One thing, I won't search you out; you gotta find me. Sorry.  It's the way it's gotta be.  You can do it; I know you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7728638994880564125?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7728638994880564125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7728638994880564125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7728638994880564125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7728638994880564125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-things.html' title='August 15th, 2011...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s3IDHK8id8/TknxSDmQs8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/dwvW11dh3-A/s72-c/the%2Bettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-5999283823036908256</id><published>2011-08-15T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:11:19.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader Discreation Advised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Reader Beware... Read at your own RISK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear MW, (Oh, how badly I wish to use your name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly sorry you don't want to be my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the moment we re-aquainted ourselves a few years back that you weren't the same person you were when we met in Logan. I'd feel sorry for you if you were. We evovle as human beings. The fact that you aren't "confortable" being friends with me boggles my mind. Friends keep in touch. Am I wrong? I would've given up had YOU not told me to tell you when I come down. I thought you'd like to see me, catch up. Guess not. Maybe, you tried. I just didn't take the hint. I'm glad you grew some balls and at least said so albeit in a text. I should've followed my gut back on December 27th, 2009. I knew I should never see you again then. I could've spared me this trauma. I got myself into a real rut processing this. I've dug myself out finally. Friends are really all the extended family I've got. If you don't want to be part of it, EFF OFF! Life will go on for me. I'm sorry you won't be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake City is small by comparison. I've been icing my shoulders for day we run into each other. You know it will come. I know it will come. Don't act like you even know who I am. I will promptly remind you of your choice and quietly move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with the rest of your life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-5999283823036908256?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5999283823036908256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=5999283823036908256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5999283823036908256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5999283823036908256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/08/reader-discreation-advised.html' title='Reader Discreation Advised...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-529777057801750920</id><published>2011-07-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:23:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Thinking...</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should get rid of my phone. It would save me $50 a month. I can put that towards more records or books. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hit the goal of 12 books this summer. Actually, I passed it last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- The Hunger Games&lt;br /&gt;2- Catching Fire&lt;br /&gt;3- Mockingjay&lt;br /&gt;4- 32 Candles&lt;br /&gt;5- The Cardturner&lt;br /&gt;6- The Castle in the Attic&lt;br /&gt;7- Medium Raw&lt;br /&gt;8- The Ranger's Apprentice: &lt;em&gt;The Emperor of Nihon-Ja&lt;/em&gt; (10th book in a 10 book series.)&lt;br /&gt;9- Brother Odd&lt;br /&gt;10-You Couldn't Ignore Me if You Tried&lt;br /&gt;11-The Giver (Found a sign copy at the DI... Booo Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;12-The Genius Wars&lt;br /&gt;13-Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Might be my favorite yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come I'm sure... Travailling the greater Wasatch Front for book stores since Logan is without one of those too. (Hastings doesn't count. You find what you want in that store.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SLC to see Alkaline Trio last night. Once again, I fall in love with the opener. Last time it was American Steel. This time was The Smoking Popes. Alkaline Trio knows how to pick an opener. I bought everything they had on record at the merch table. (To bad my turntable is hooked up. Put that on my list of a billion things to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ib56CtkmWRg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iG52F8EL-kE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;See you in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-529777057801750920?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/529777057801750920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=529777057801750920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/529777057801750920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/529777057801750920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Thinking...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ib56CtkmWRg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-276762531956719443</id><published>2011-07-08T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:36:40.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP!  Bitchin'</title><content type='html'>I thought this was pretty damn cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home2/52141049-183/bangerter-disney-movie-parade.html.csp"&gt;www.sltrib.com/sltrib/home2/52141049-183/bangerter-disney-movie-parade.html.csp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-276762531956719443?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/276762531956719443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=276762531956719443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/276762531956719443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/276762531956719443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/07/up-bitchin.html' title='UP!  Bitchin&apos;'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-135358597546862006</id><published>2011-06-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:53:13.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Surprise...</title><content type='html'>Archers of Loaf are BACK! Check out their performance on Jimmy Fallon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/MPXoZjdDZMgInx8dhE4xhA"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/MPXoZjdDZMgInx8dhE4xhA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="288" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they come close to Utah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-135358597546862006?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/135358597546862006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=135358597546862006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/135358597546862006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/135358597546862006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-my-surprise.html' title='To my Surprise...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-82582707871775073</id><published>2011-06-06T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T19:04:07.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush Alert...</title><content type='html'>I have to post this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="100%" height="81"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F15438484&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F15438484&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/angiepresshere/01-pendulum"&gt;01 pendulum&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/angiepresshere"&gt;angiepresshere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-82582707871775073?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/82582707871775073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=82582707871775073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/82582707871775073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/82582707871775073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/06/crush-alert.html' title='Crush Alert...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8292756848525813865</id><published>2011-05-25T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:58:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendover, Wendunder...</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you're all wondering what I've been up to since our last get together. Well... I've got a lot to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of May, I got off early from work. It's always nice to leave &amp;amp; start the weekend early. I ran home changed clothes, threw some extras in my overnight bag, and hightailed it to SLC. I needed to pick my brother, Chopper, &amp;amp; sister-in-law, Niki up to catch our ride. Our steed was the "fun" bus to Wendover to see Joan effing Jett. The "fun" bus wasn't so much fun as it was convienent. It was excellent not having to drive out there. Although, I would've for Joan. We arrived there with about an hour to spare. We hit the buffet. It was all you can eat mediocre food. I won't complain; it was free with the bus ride. Afterwards, we head over to the venue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan was great. Except, I sat the whole time. I'm never one to shy away from my opinion about how I prefer a small intimate show as to ginormous mega shows (More in my next post.). I rocked as hard as I could sitting. She played the song I wanted to hear, &lt;em&gt;Bad Reputation&lt;/em&gt;. She played all the hits plus some from her days in The Runaways. Always good to see her. Never know when her and the likes will stop playing. Gotta 'em while I still can. After the show, we're off to gamble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head over to the Rainbow. I don't know why we head over there. I've had some luck at the Rainbow before. It was the only other time I'd been to Wendover. Some friends &amp;amp; I headed there for something to do. I sat down at a slot and won $40 dollars or so. I'm eager to try &amp;amp; repeat. The bus ride has given us a coupon for free $5, plus a $5 dollar credit. All I have to give them is an email address. So, I've got $10 plus the $20 I've alotted myself buring a hole in my pocket. I sit down at one slot &amp;amp; rip through my credit. Nothing. We wander around. They get some drinks; I chew a rhythm to my gum. It's nearly time to catch the bus back. I hit the duty free shop &amp;amp; get myself a Dr. Chopper runs off the to the restroom. I go to sit by Niki whose sitting at a couple of slot machines. I got a few more dollars in my pocket. I slide a five into the machine, turn to her, and ask "Is this my machine?" I pull the lever. 7..........7.........X3... Comes up. I hear money climbing; Niki notices and asks, "Who much did you win?" I tell her I don't know 50.... 75.... 100.... It stops at $120. I'm in shock. I cash out. $120 in my pocket. What to do with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8292756848525813865?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8292756848525813865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8292756848525813865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8292756848525813865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8292756848525813865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/05/wendover-wendunder.html' title='Wendover, Wendunder...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8516295742716034414</id><published>2011-05-04T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:35:09.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It Alice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nA2UF1xwGP4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, not forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished The Hunger Games in 10 hours.  So far so good. Moving on to the second tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Sean Kingston last week.  He came to lil ol Logan to play at the university. I left after 6 songs otherwise I would have reeked havoc.  I was tempted to run up to each and everyone of the guy with Beiber hair &amp;amp; mess it up. Wish I'd done at least one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joan Jett in t-minus 46 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aIxgBMNhsKU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8516295742716034414?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8516295742716034414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8516295742716034414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8516295742716034414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8516295742716034414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/05/say-it-alice.html' title='Say It Alice...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nA2UF1xwGP4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8911234152906419407</id><published>2011-04-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:07:48.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been far TOO long...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the time between posts. The looooooooooooooooooooooooong Cache Valley winter finally got to me. It broke me. I doomed and gloomed through the last few months.I'm sure y'all don't want to hear about it. Today was the first nice day of the year. I wanted to soak up all the sun I could to get through the next wave.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last english class was tonight. This class has been one of my favorites in my college career. Lest you forget, I was assigned to write my autobiography. That was interesting to look back on my life and try to create a story from it all. Next, I wrote Bernie's biography. I learned so much about him and his life.  I'm grateful to him for letting me use him and his story. I'm sad to see this class go. I looked forward most Wednesday's especially the days our assignments were due. Those nights the class shared parts of their stories. I enjoyed hearing everyone read them the way they were meant. I swaer to the internets that I will continue writing my stories i.e. The Prussian Curling Team or September Day Parade and the many many more I got on the brain. Thank you, Bonnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dance card is filling for the summer.  On the 14th, I witnessed Bad Religion and Rise Against. It was a lot of fun. I only wished Bad Religion would have played longer and a encore from Rise Against. I've NEVER been to a show that the closer didn't have an encore. Next up...  (Drum Roll...) Joan Jett in Wendover.  That's right. I'm getting excited.  It's next Friday. Chopper, Niki, and I are going to ride the fun bus. My close friend Ingrid is going to me us out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5RAQXg0IdfI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to getting my blackheart t-shirt just like what's on the van.  May 23 brings the Guitar Wolf to Utah.  I KNOW.  I never thought I'd see the day. I'm gonna throw all my monies towards these Japanese fellows. They gonna blow my ears off, but that's cool cause they're cool as hell. I'm sure there are others that I'm forgetting or I may just go to get out of the valley. I almost forgot he Beach Boys and Sean Kingston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With summer starting, I'm gonna read to my hearts content.  I'm hoping to read a novel for very week of the summer starting with the Hunger Games. I've got people telling me it's a must read especially for guy like me that hearts young adult. I've got a stack of books staring me in the face as we speak. With Border's saying adios, I stocked up. I'll report how it's going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an update on the dating game. There's no update. Sorry. I know you all expected me to announce at least me having a date. I'll be honest it's up there in the Top 5 Things I Hate to Do along with getting out of bed or fold socks. Yes, I think about these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the brighter side...  I shaved. On the darker side, I'm three weeks into growing it back. I'd forgotten how much razors are. I'll save the money and not shave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to SUMMER..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMDM5NjM2MzM*OTImcHQ9MTMwMzk2MzYzNjc5MSZwPTY5NDMwMSZkPSZnPTEmbz1mMjIzNmViNDdiMDY*MjgyOTM*/Y2ZmZDlhNDkyMDdkZCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="450" height="470"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=450&amp;amp;myheight=470&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musicplaylist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D75657814%26t%3D1303963632&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;embed style="width:450px; visibility:visible; height:470px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=450&amp;amp;myheight=470&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musicplaylist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D75657814%26t%3D1303963632&amp;amp;wid=os" width="450" height="470" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/playlist/19368400395/standalone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/playlist/19368400395/download"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8911234152906419407?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8911234152906419407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8911234152906419407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8911234152906419407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8911234152906419407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-far-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been far TOO long...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5RAQXg0IdfI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-343083364979258521</id><published>2011-04-01T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:28:21.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day 2011...</title><content type='html'>At 1900 hours on March 25, 2011, I lost a friend. They had been with me through thick &amp;amp; thin. They travelled with me where ever I went. At a young age they travelled to Disneyland to visit our Uncle Walt. I watched them grow from a little guy to bigger than I've ever seen. It came time for them to go. It was a sad occasion for all, but it was time. They're always with me; some days more than others. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590663086939323938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRpMJ-SO4pU/TZYGdPvoPiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SQoNlzsvAcc/s400/photo%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is 3-1/2 months of growth. I didn't shave 'cept trim the mustache that whole time. It was time. Had I known how much attention I'd get, I would've done it sooner. Also, I forgot how much razors are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm at an interesting part of my life. I've got a lot of things jumbled up in my pea-sized brain. I know they'll work out in the end. I just need to make a decision and run with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, off to school to get some work done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-343083364979258521?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/343083364979258521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=343083364979258521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/343083364979258521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/343083364979258521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools-day-2011.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day 2011...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRpMJ-SO4pU/TZYGdPvoPiI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SQoNlzsvAcc/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-4571043599201824247</id><published>2011-03-16T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:09:36.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know you're all wondering what I'm up to &amp;amp; how I'm looking.  Well, let me show you...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKofMIVoK_M/TYGRPcaRMrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N6Ew9QrJrRs/s400/Photo%2B47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584904707426562738" /&gt;The beard celebrated it's 3 month birthday on Monday.  You probably can't tell, but the glasses are new too.  They're the tinsiest bit bigger than the last pair.  I absolutely love them.  They were well worth the wait.  (Can you match four "Ws" in one sentence?)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank the lord for spring. Just like Lorelei Gilmore who can feel the season's first snow; I too can feel spring time.  Come on already &amp;amp; get here.  I needs my sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring Break came and went.  What did I do?  Worked.  Making the Benjamin's so I can spend my unbirthday in style.  Maybe or maybe not Uncle Walt.  Who knows? When is you ask?  Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please cheer your hearts out for the Aggies tomorrow?  They need all our help to vilify the NCAA committee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's late.  Till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-4571043599201824247?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4571043599201824247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=4571043599201824247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4571043599201824247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4571043599201824247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-me.html' title='New Me...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKofMIVoK_M/TYGRPcaRMrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N6Ew9QrJrRs/s72-c/Photo%2B47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-5372266570313997374</id><published>2011-03-13T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:40:25.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Crush Alert...</title><content type='html'>This is for my brother Dave, &amp;amp; Chris. Found this &amp;amp; can't stop listening. Looks like things to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d8hSD60ZMh4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...  I luv that my time stamp is on Pacific Coast Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-5372266570313997374?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5372266570313997374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=5372266570313997374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5372266570313997374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5372266570313997374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/03/man-crush-alert.html' title='Man Crush Alert...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d8hSD60ZMh4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2986617635589278389</id><published>2011-02-23T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:39:41.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 23, 2011..</title><content type='html'>Ok... Let's go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I'm writing you from my new laptop. Awesome, I know. I got a really good deal on it. It's so nice to have it with me up on campus. Most of you know of my fear of public places, the computer labs on campus are as public as they get. I'm scared to death of them. Plus, I can lay in bed, as I am now, &amp;amp; write you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I've been reading my horoscope for religously for the better part of my life. You can believe my shock when I found out I am no longer a Capricorn. I found out Monday that I'm indeed a Sagatarius. I KNOW! Apparently, the witches and wizards added another sign. I don't know how I missed this. Just google 13 astrological signs. I'm gonna have to burn all my Capricorn stuff. This is gonna take some getting used to. Ask me about it in a few months &amp;amp; I'll let you know if I want to switch back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I had an amazing week/ weekend with a few friends from Georgia. On Tuesday, my friend Carolyn came into town from SLC via Athens, GA. It was finally nice to meet her. We became friends on FB right before I quit. Since, we've been passing emails back and forth. Tuesday, I was to meet Carolyn, Mandilyn, James &amp;amp; kids at the shop to head out to LD's for aspectacular meal. That it was. I don't know why I'm not going out there more. I've got to put it into my rotation. Thursday, I left work a little early (More on that soon.) &amp;amp; met up with Mandilyn and Carolyn at Citrus and Sage. After a crepe, I took Carolyn up to campus. I gave her the now famous Tom tour. We hit all the sights. Ok... I showed her where she could become a True Aggie and the statue of Merlin Olsen. She's a big fan of Little House on the Prairie. Friday, after work, I headed to SLC to see the infamous Blackhole. I got into town a little early. So I picked up Mandilyn and headed over to the Tattoo Convention. That's where I met the rest of the people from Athens: Mike, Keith, Chris Parry &amp;amp; Chris Hamer. James was also in the booth. It was fun to finally meet them. My brother Dave has mentioned them quite a few times in conversations. From there, I took Carolyn to Burt's to see Blackhole. Saturday, I awoke in Eagle Mountain to fnd myself with a migraine. I had planned to interview my dad for my next installment of my English project, but could not do it. I felt better around 1730 &amp;amp; and headed to the convention for more fabulous people watching &amp;amp; art. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- The reason I left work early was for a doctors appointment. Just the eye doctor. I've got some new glasses coming my way. You're gonna be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Borders is on it's way out of Logan. It's a depressing scene to walk in there. Everything is 20-40% off. I'm stocking up on my reading material. Let me know if you want something, I'll check to see if they have it. This makes me sad. I've spent the last few Fridays in there wasting time before I head to the movie theater. Now what? Hastings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bKxodgpyGec" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for the girl in the glasses... Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2986617635589278389?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2986617635589278389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2986617635589278389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2986617635589278389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2986617635589278389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-23-2011.html' title='February 23, 2011..'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bKxodgpyGec/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-4314402081524406038</id><published>2011-02-10T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:36:15.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 10th, 2011...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry sorry for the delay between posts.  I have been diligently writing my autobiography.  Finally completed, I can spend some time on here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:  I went to The Get Up Kids last Friday.  I got a ticket from Jason for my birthday.  Me, trying to keep up with my resolution of dating more, bought another ticket thinking I could find a date.  Alas, no.  It went unused, but I was glad to give the band more of my money.  The Get Up Kids are in my Top Ten favorite bands.  I love them, &amp;amp; they bring back so many fond memories of times gone by.  From the first time I saw them at DV8 Basement with Drew, this makes show number 5.  They've tied it up with...  Drumroll...  The Donnas (Rock 'n' Roll Machine, I'm an American Teenage Raider...  Donna A. can take me away.  She's one tall drink of water).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tYm1PDwLrQM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get the chills every time they play this song live.  I look up and think of people who should be there.  As much as I don't want it too, life moves on, but you're in my thoughts more than you think.  Especially, after writing my autobiography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:  I've ventured into the world of online dating.  It hasn't amounted too much, yet.  One thing I will throw out to the inter webs...  Ladies, I'm sure guys too, put your damn picture up if you're going to date online.  No offense, but I pass right by you.  We may be a match, but I'm not even going to pursue.  I've grown balls &amp;amp; put a few up.  Do  yourself a favor &amp;amp; do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:  Went up to the Bridal Faire again to find a lonely sister, but alas no such luck.  I'll be honest; it scared me to death.  Some one tried to sell me a ring.  He didn't believe me that I was just walking through.  Next year buddy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:  With Valentine's Day on the horizon, I apologize in advance about my surliness.  It's not a "holiday" I like much.  I've thought many, many times that I should send flowers to myself, if just to get the whispers going in the other direction.   I'll get through it.  It would be nice once to spend it with some one other than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:  Last, everyone needs to buy the new Dave Hause album.  It's amazing.  I've loved everything he's done with The Loved Ones, but this truly hits my heart strings.  The songs have so much feeling.  Maybe, I just relate to the lyrics a lot or too much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3p-VWHDXQRQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q9jjz3bw3XE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a great cover of a Loved Ones song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ErfbGjk8iEI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all is well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS...  Do yourself a favor &amp;amp; watch Top Chef.  Best reality show goin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-4314402081524406038?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4314402081524406038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=4314402081524406038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4314402081524406038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4314402081524406038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-10th-2011.html' title='February 10th, 2011...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tYm1PDwLrQM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-4832276957409503975</id><published>2011-01-21T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:57:27.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign...  Part 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TToqvRVivkI/AAAAAAAAATs/_tHViANTgtI/s1600/2010-12-28%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TToqvRVivkI/AAAAAAAAATs/_tHViANTgtI/s400/2010-12-28%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564807281165647426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Norah with the infamous sign...  (Note:  This was probably take around 600 am.  I don't know about Norah, but I'm not a morning person.  It was a GREAT day though &amp;amp; can't wait to do it again in a few short months.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-4832276957409503975?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4832276957409503975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=4832276957409503975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4832276957409503975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4832276957409503975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/01/sign-part-2.html' title='Sign...  Part 2!'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TToqvRVivkI/AAAAAAAAATs/_tHViANTgtI/s72-c/2010-12-28%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-510969230690478067</id><published>2011-01-19T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:45:09.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring (HA!) Semester...</title><content type='html'>The new semester is upon me at the Utah State University.  I've got an Economics online class &amp;amp; English 2010.  In English, I'm currently writing my autobiography.  If you've got any suggestions, I'm takin' 'em.  I don't think my life is very interesting, but you might.  Wish me luck this semester.  I'm taking it more serious than last.  I think I've found a recipe for success.  Crossing my fingers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my brand new spankin' ipod!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TTfC767QQNI/AAAAAAAAATc/JqwXCI142mc/s1600/silver_image2_20100901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TTfC767QQNI/AAAAAAAAATc/JqwXCI142mc/s400/silver_image2_20100901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564130199325393106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scrimped &amp;amp; saved for months.  Plus, my year end bonus helped A LOT.  Thanks, Robert.  It's a beautiful thing.  Thanks to my friend Greg "Mother" Tucker for the discount.  I can't wait to fill this up with everything I have &amp;amp; need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on my list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TTfFwQgBkWI/AAAAAAAAATk/dn50FtA1AcQ/s1600/All-rainbow-Box-580x385.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TTfFwQgBkWI/AAAAAAAAATk/dn50FtA1AcQ/s400/All-rainbow-Box-580x385.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564133297493217634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30th Anniversary Bad Religion Vinyl Box Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need this, &amp;amp; it's gonna happen.  (Where's my sugar momma? Anyone...)  I hope they're around when it does.  I need to find a lay-away plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, I went &amp;amp; bought a few records to fill it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Religion:  &lt;i&gt;The Dissent of Man&lt;/i&gt;  (Congrats on finally making Targets: &lt;i&gt;Promising Artists&lt;/i&gt;.  It only took 30 years or so.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mumford &amp;amp; Sons:  &lt;i&gt;Sigh No More&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy Newman:  &lt;i&gt;I love LA&lt;/i&gt;---Because I do love LA &amp;amp; ALL my peeps (Yes, I said peeps.  Hi Jake, Norah, Georgia, Tommy, &amp;amp; Naomi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To name a few. I got more, but I'm sure you don't want to hear about my limited edition, blue blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, dinner with my friends, Ingrid &amp;amp; Aaron, at Red Iguana II.  So delicious.  I could drink the salsa.  I love these people.  I can't wait to see them next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loganites...  If you see a three legged Jack Russell Terrier.  I know of a family who is desperately looking for him.  His names Rocco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, I saw my campus crush yesterday.  My heart skipped a beat.  Now, I need to grow some &amp;amp;@!!$ &amp;amp; give it a go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8t7BaZ3P4Dg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uj2Iu5wcOoQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all is well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-510969230690478067?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/510969230690478067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=510969230690478067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/510969230690478067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/510969230690478067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-ha-semester.html' title='Spring (HA!) Semester...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TTfC767QQNI/AAAAAAAAATc/JqwXCI142mc/s72-c/silver_image2_20100901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2116416794058889102</id><published>2011-01-08T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:06:13.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign...</title><content type='html'>Here's the sign I made the kids: Jake, Norah, Georgia, Tommy, &amp;amp; Naomi, for our trip to Uncle Walt's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TSlCBiOc8KI/AAAAAAAAATU/PueQNEmVi5M/s1600/disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TSlCBiOc8KI/AAAAAAAAATU/PueQNEmVi5M/s400/disneyland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560047809100312738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2116416794058889102?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2116416794058889102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2116416794058889102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2116416794058889102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2116416794058889102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/01/sign.html' title='Sign...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TSlCBiOc8KI/AAAAAAAAATU/PueQNEmVi5M/s72-c/disneyland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-3088838655420342470</id><published>2011-01-06T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:45:07.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the New Year...</title><content type='html'>I've never been a fan of New Year's.  I don't think I've gone out or did anything special since I've hit 30.  This year I went to the basketball game and did laundry.  I saw the ball drop in New York at 2200 my time &amp;amp; promptly went to bed.  Actually, I went &amp;amp; read a book (Ranger's Apprentice #9, &lt;i&gt;Halt's Peril&lt;/i&gt;...  I highly recommend them if you are in need of some candy.  Well written &amp;amp; fun characters that have grown before my eyes.  The author's Australian; so I've had to wait a year between books to see what happens next.)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, New Year's always makes me think I want to happen in say 2011 that didn't in 2010.  So here are a few things that I hope will happen in 2011...  Hopefully, writing them here will help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Date more...  I say this every year.  It still hasn't happened as much as I'd like.  I'm just scared to death by it.  It's just been easier to be by myself.  I really like it, but that's what scares me.  I plan I signing up for a online dating site that's not ldssingles.com.  Any suggestions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Get my savings rolling again...  Before I was laid off I had quite a nest egg.  It's now down to almost nil.  It served me well, but I'll be happy when I can get where I want it.  I'm still not spending one dollar bills or change.  That seems to add up quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Remember school is still a high priority...  I lost track of that fact.  Fall semester didn't go as well as I'd like, but I passed.  School &amp;amp; work is a lethal combo; I'd like to learn to cope with both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Remember to be grateful for the things &amp;amp; people I have in my life.  I get caught up in myself a lot.  I try not to, but it's my nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Write more...  I'm going to be posting life stories once a month.  I need to get these down on "paper" before I forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I'm forgetting a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for reading all of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSgHGFuPNus?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSgHGFuPNus?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to add this...  Might be my new fav...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLCReov0qYQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/OLCReov0qYQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/8587535993203391364-3088838655420342470?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3088838655420342470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=3088838655420342470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3088838655420342470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3088838655420342470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-new-year.html' title='Oh the New Year...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2093921033412953614</id><published>2011-01-04T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:48:43.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>HELL is this? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this while waiting for Barefoot Contessa to come back on...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFoGg_aJYkM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFoGg_aJYkM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I have words to describe...  I'm rolling my eyes &amp;amp; shaking my head.  I will say this is worse than jeggings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2093921033412953614?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2093921033412953614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2093921033412953614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2093921033412953614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2093921033412953614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2011/01/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2720222444118375622</id><published>2010-12-29T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:09:36.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  Jeggings (?)...</title><content type='html'>As I was looking for my pants (I only wear AE relax style.  Two SLC malls didn't carry them.  Thank you Cache Valley Mall.), a girl in front of me was asking if "jeggings" came in a tall.  I look down; she's already wearing a pair.  The employee began to tell her they didn't come in a tall, but if you roll them up, they look cute.  I said to myself, "Wait a minute.  I know about jeggings."  I proceeded to tell them that they do in fact come in a tall.  I saw Conan wear them on his show, &amp;amp; he's a tall drink of water.  Proof...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPSxKeywGm8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPSxKeywGm8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl just ignored me &amp;amp; got her handling advice from the girl at the register.  She really was too cool for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No offense ladies, I luv you in your skinny jeans.  Trust me, I do a few double takes.  I even luv you in leggings: black, grey, blue, or whatever.  BUT jeggings, except on Bergen, are ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the Cache Valley Mall has killed another store that I like to peruse.  Hot Topic is on it's way out.  Thanks for the cheap records that no one would buy except me when on discount.  I'll remember you fondly.  I've come to realize that Cache Valley can't keep anything cool within their mitts.  So long...  Fair well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoiriTImRt0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoiriTImRt0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2720222444118375622?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2720222444118375622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2720222444118375622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2720222444118375622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2720222444118375622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-jeggings.html' title='So...  Jeggings (?)...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-381839652258687128</id><published>2010-12-28T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:03:41.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 28th, 1978...</title><content type='html'>I was born 32 years ago today.  Looking back it seemed so far away.  Thank you to all those who said, texted, phoned, or emailed me birthday tidings...  You all important people in my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you all in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5peqCDJi0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5peqCDJi0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/8587535993203391364-381839652258687128?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/381839652258687128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=381839652258687128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/381839652258687128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/381839652258687128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-28th-1978.html' title='December 28th, 1978...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-3931173469315646431</id><published>2010-12-24T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:59:39.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castaic/ Santa Clairita '10</title><content type='html'>As you may all know, after my final, I jetted down to Los Angeles &amp;amp; up to Castaic to be with some of the greatest people, the Wildes, &amp;amp; Meldrums.  (Totally surprised to see MeMa the first night.)  This is the 9th year in a row I've been, &amp;amp; I plan on doing it every year going forward.  (Dear Future Wife, I hope that's ok, or that's a deal breaker.)  Our group has almost tripled since our trips inaugural time, December 28th, 2001.  That first trip to Uncle Wlat's was Me, Melanie Ledingham, Tim LaRue, &amp;amp; Kelsi Doolittle-Meldrum.  Now, there's husbands &amp;amp; kids.  Every year our group has added to it.  I was told it's up to me for next year.  Here's to hoping...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're all dying to see pictures.  A little warning, I don't really like taking pictures.  I rarely smile as it is &amp;amp; to force it for a picture is hard.  So, if I'm not smiling, don't think I'm not having fun.  I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got there at 900am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS7NSF61jI/AAAAAAAAASQ/31KwjM9EA6o/s1600/P1050057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS7NSF61jI/AAAAAAAAASQ/31KwjM9EA6o/s400/P1050057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554270077324023346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wives &amp;amp; Mel luv this photo; I can guarantee that.  This is me, Lin, &amp;amp; John pushing the kids (Minus Naomi) on our way to "Mall World".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS71vqt_5I/AAAAAAAAASY/J1wdniqV9IM/s1600/P1050058-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS71vqt_5I/AAAAAAAAASY/J1wdniqV9IM/s400/P1050058-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554270772457766802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is T &amp;amp; T2.  I'm the original, Terminator, but not as good as the sequel, Terminator 2.  What am I saying?  Thomas Scott (T) &amp;amp; Thomas Murray (T2) on "Mall World".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS8XcluDlI/AAAAAAAAASg/8U-JIYg-PlI/s1600/P1050064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS8XcluDlI/AAAAAAAAASg/8U-JIYg-PlI/s400/P1050064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554271351452077650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here are the Meldrums on the Tea Cups.  It was advised I not to ride due to my stomach.  I didn't want to soil Uncle Walt's sacred land; I've already marked California Adventure.  Damn you, Churro's!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS8-Bnm-GI/AAAAAAAAASo/Ifxr6OCdHtY/s1600/P1050066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS8-Bnm-GI/AAAAAAAAASo/Ifxr6OCdHtY/s400/P1050066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554272014227142754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melanie &amp;amp; Norah on Sleeping Beauty's (Aurora) Carousel.  I'm right in front of her.  I guess I won the race.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS9mQ6sNAI/AAAAAAAAASw/5Ih44dxOC2c/s1600/P1050070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS9mQ6sNAI/AAAAAAAAASw/5Ih44dxOC2c/s400/P1050070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554272705528476674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moms, "Nieces &amp;amp; Nephews" (from L to R) Norah, Tommy, Georgia, Naomi, &amp;amp; Jake.  Thanks, Jake for looking at the camera.  Good boy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS-PM7-rxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/V6WNuaVTQfk/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS-PM7-rxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/V6WNuaVTQfk/s400/securedownload.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554273408834776850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jake on Buzz Lightyear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS-jE5u0jI/AAAAAAAAATA/cnLIcdIqSvs/s1600/Image209-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS-jE5u0jI/AAAAAAAAATA/cnLIcdIqSvs/s400/Image209-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554273750275248690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me, Mel, Lin, &amp;amp; John on Space Mountain.  The bicthinest ride of them all.  If I could stay on &amp;amp; go around as many times as I want, I so would.  Tongue's waging was NOT planned by Lin &amp;amp; I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS_PPVZDRI/AAAAAAAAATI/kR3ORCJGMhs/s1600/P1050072-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS_PPVZDRI/AAAAAAAAATI/kR3ORCJGMhs/s400/P1050072-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554274508989861138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me &amp;amp; my Uncle Walt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There'll be more to come. (Missing pictures...  Hint, hint.) I just want to give you a little taste.  This was on a Thursday.  The next day it started raining &amp;amp; hasn't let up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope all have a good holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KLDp5wO7Cc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KLDp5wO7Cc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/8587535993203391364-3931173469315646431?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3931173469315646431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=3931173469315646431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3931173469315646431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3931173469315646431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/12/castaic-santa-clairita-10.html' title='Castaic/ Santa Clairita &apos;10'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TRS7NSF61jI/AAAAAAAAASQ/31KwjM9EA6o/s72-c/P1050057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7993393488897154875</id><published>2010-12-08T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:50:12.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgone...  Take me away...  (Sigh)</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry.  I've been lazy to say the least about this.  First, Thanksgiving has come &amp;amp; gone which in my mind is a relief.  School is coming to a close.  I just finished a final today, &amp;amp; I'll finish up next Tuesday.  After, I'll hop in my car &amp;amp; begin some much needed time away from my life.  I'll be seeing some of my favorite people...  Lin, Melanie, John, Kelsi, Jake, Norah, Georgia, Tommy, Naomi, Uncle Walt, Cinderella, Snow White, Jasmine, Belle, Mickey, Minnie, Winnie, Tigger, Eyore, Goofy, Alice, &amp;amp; many, many more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...  Just knowing Christmas is coming has got me in a funk.  I don't know how to step out of it.  It always comes the first sign of Christmas.  Sadly, this year, it was right after Halloween.  I try my hardest to ignore it, but some people &amp;amp; places want to always throw it in my face.  I saw Santa on campus one night.  He said, "Merry Christmas."  I said, "It's November."  I really don't know what has happened to me.  I think I used to like the Holidays.  Maybe, it's spending a few alone that has hardened me.  Or the fact I was born 3 f---ing days after the fact.  Ever had your returns from Christmas given back to you for your birthday with a TV Guide?  I have.  I swear to the good people of the internet, if I have kids (That's still up in the air in my mind.), I WILL NEVER HAVE A DECEMBER BABY.  Yes, I'm yelling it.  To me, it's just another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off my box...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with the end of the semester, I've started to accumulate the mass of books I will read.  I'm hoping to read one a day, but it's not likely.  I've accumulated a few &amp;amp; in need a few more.  Here's what I'm gonna dive into on December 14th...&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TQAy_V8JTPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SDWQR3qTRi0/s1600/fat.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TQAy_V8JTPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SDWQR3qTRi0/s400/fat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548490804723010802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TQAzZAkcxSI/AAAAAAAAASA/wliW22-lNM0/s1600/halt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TQAzZAkcxSI/AAAAAAAAASA/wliW22-lNM0/s400/halt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491245663077666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TQAzquXtweI/AAAAAAAAASI/eGgVDeLLgOU/s1600/match.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TQAzquXtweI/AAAAAAAAASI/eGgVDeLLgOU/s400/match.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491550015472098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those three so far...  If you've got suggestions, send 'em.  I've heard Hunger Games.  I've picked it up many times, but the cover is la....me.  Let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with a top 10 band of mine.  I talk about them a lot; it's because I luv them so much.  If I could see them once a month, I'd be happy.  I guess I'll settle for once or twice a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pr83tPokwJ0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pr83tPokwJ0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's The Ettes.  Plus, it's at The Ramones museum.  I'm gonna have to put on my list of things to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7993393488897154875?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7993393488897154875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7993393488897154875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7993393488897154875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7993393488897154875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/12/calgone-take-me-away-sigh.html' title='Calgone...  Take me away...  (Sigh)'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TQAy_V8JTPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SDWQR3qTRi0/s72-c/fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2004903720458991545</id><published>2010-11-19T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:10:55.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorrry...</title><content type='html'>I've been lagging this week.  I've been ill with a head cold since Tuesday &amp;amp; had a math (Boooooooooooooooooooo!) test on Thursday that's kept me fairly busy.  I'll see how I did on Tuesday.  The semester is quickly coming to an end.  It just started, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've really got nothing to report.  Bad Religion, for those who care, was AMAZING.  I was nervous before which I'm always nervous before a show.  I don't know what that's all about.  I would say Bad Religion is definitely/ safely in my Top 10 bands if not Top 5.  I'm gonna have to give that some thought &amp;amp; get back to you.  I felt like I was back in 11th grade singing along.  They just bring back so many memories.  Only downside, they didn't play &lt;i&gt;Stranger Than Fiction&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; kill the strobe lights.  I had a migraine on the trip home.  The opener also killed it, Off with Their Heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3I_N5jbsmdM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3I_N5jbsmdM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I got mail (Yes, real mail.) from Oakland or Lafayette, California to be exact.  I don't know any one in either of those towns.  Turns out, it was from Yvonne Prinz.  I signed up for her mailing list after I read &lt;i&gt;Vinyl Princess&lt;/i&gt;.  She's also one of the owners of one of my favorite places in the world, Amoeba Music.  She's got a new book coming out, &lt;i&gt;All You Get is Me.  &lt;/i&gt;I think I'm gonna send her thank you card for her wonderful stores that I'm lucky enuff to go to every year.  Thanks, Lin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to see what I can find to do in Logan.  I know nothing, but it's worth a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vg3rT4Vmflw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vg3rT4Vmflw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just discovered today.  Good stuff.  Helps even more with two hot babes in leather jackets all Ramones style.  Got my heart all twitter-pated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2004903720458991545?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2004903720458991545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2004903720458991545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2004903720458991545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2004903720458991545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-sorrry.html' title='So Sorrry...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-127504873109642508</id><published>2010-11-13T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:18:06.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to the Great Salt Lake Included...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrM5nZpcemA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrM5nZpcemA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Melanie's NEW house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N2DBFUqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oRyR9PpIV-A/s400/P1040783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090920118768290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me cookin' eggs in the kitchen...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N2WDKKpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/V7SQAN6pZoo/s400/P1040784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090925227747986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me loungin' &amp;amp; eatin' my eggs in the living room...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N3QcEqXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FZxhfcpE3_8/s1600/P1040788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N3QcEqXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FZxhfcpE3_8/s400/P1040788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090940901501298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me playin' the piano eatin' eggs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N3QcEqXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FZxhfcpE3_8/s1600/P1040788.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N3HeitBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f61yAqZSSwU/s1600/P1040787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N3HeitBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f61yAqZSSwU/s400/P1040787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090938495939602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mel gettin' our caffeine on...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N3HeitBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f61yAqZSSwU/s1600/P1040787.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N253cfUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NcppcGolFy0/s1600/P1040785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N253cfUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NcppcGolFy0/s400/P1040785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539090934842293570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me eatin' eggs by the fireplace...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7PKAIlySI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-xtP4_spfxs/s400/P1040789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539092362453960994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sittin' on the toilet in the half bath eating eggs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7PKn7rtHI/AAAAAAAAARA/DNVxTXTzWQo/s400/P1040790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539092373137241202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me walkin' up the stairs eating eggs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7QrrnMvGI/AAAAAAAAARo/rGAjd4FQmtw/s400/P1040796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539094040572378210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me again on the toilet in the guest bath eatin' eggs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7PK36q5cI/AAAAAAAAARI/1R9KRQ9J70s/s400/P1040791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539092377427961282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me on technically my bed eatin' eggs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7PLlhzlAI/AAAAAAAAARY/Dufzt6lJNc4/s1600/P1040793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7PLlhzlAI/AAAAAAAAARY/Dufzt6lJNc4/s400/P1040793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539092389671703554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me takin' a tub eatin' eggs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7PLlhzlAI/AAAAAAAAARY/Dufzt6lJNc4/s1600/P1040793.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7QrGB4hqI/AAAAAAAAARg/rKs5xGV7J08/s400/P1040795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539094030483752610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me in the shower eatin' eggs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7PLDEE0KI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1vMGQ6dbNzs/s1600/P1040792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7PLDEE0KI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1vMGQ6dbNzs/s400/P1040792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539092380420198562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mel's bedless bed in the master bedroom eatin' eggs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7QsTsp9uI/AAAAAAAAARw/rOTArV7kmI8/s1600/P1040797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7QsTsp9uI/AAAAAAAAARw/rOTArV7kmI8/s400/P1040797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539094051332683490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me bloggin' about eating eggs in Mel's house...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7QsTsp9uI/AAAAAAAAARw/rOTArV7kmI8/s1600/P1040797.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed the tour of Mel's new house.  (Sorry about my shorts almost fallin' off.  I've lost a few LBs in the last few months.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost forgot...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear House in Sandy, Utah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's November 13th for damns sake.  Please don't turn your Christmas lights on till after Thanksgiving, or the dozen eggs in my car may be headed your way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Your's truly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Tom "'s the Bomb" Styer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-127504873109642508?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/127504873109642508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=127504873109642508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/127504873109642508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/127504873109642508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-trip-to-great-salt-lake-included.html' title='My Trip to the Great Salt Lake Included...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TN7N2DBFUqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oRyR9PpIV-A/s72-c/P1040783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8556120705273805968</id><published>2010-11-11T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:04:44.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmmmmmm...  Aggie Ice Cream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNy8RRDy5wI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z55dXhQ5lrI/s1600/Photo%2B45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNy8RRDy5wI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z55dXhQ5lrI/s400/Photo%2B45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538508646581987074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awwwww....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jealous?  It can be your's iffen you're ever in Logan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8556120705273805968?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8556120705273805968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8556120705273805968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8556120705273805968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8556120705273805968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/11/mmmmmmmmmm-aggie-ice-cream.html' title='Mmmmmmmmmm...  Aggie Ice Cream...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNy8RRDy5wI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z55dXhQ5lrI/s72-c/Photo%2B45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-738275531181418626</id><published>2010-11-09T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:14:55.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...I'd like to talk to...</title><content type='html'>(First, I hope you're all reading this at work.  It's meant to kill some time for you.  If not, start.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm sure many of you are wondering about my little admission on my last post.  I'm sure my Mom keeled over right on the spot. I'm surprised Bernie didn't call to tell me they were on their way to the hospital.  I've never actually admitted as much to her.  My policy has always been if you don't ask, I won't tell.  So, if you want to know anything about me, ask.  Simple, but very effective.  More in a few seconds...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about the new candy bar the Thingamajig...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNocKn8YXcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E_FDvcoCOvs/s400/thing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537769660651953602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the awesome new cousin of the Whatchamacallit.  It's got CoCo Pebbles &amp;amp; peanut butter.  I'll be honest; my first bite wasn't magic, but the more I ate, the more I liked.  A LOT.  If you know anything about my tastes, I LUV the combo of Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Chocolate.  I once ODed on peanut butter cups.  True Story.  Ask my roommate.  It's "Limited Edition".  I guess I'll pick one up at Quick Stop every time I need my Dr. Pepper fix before class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought a new pair of shoes for my trip in December...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNod7Hglb4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/EnDVje3Jgnw/s1600/shoes.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNod7Hglb4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/EnDVje3Jgnw/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537771593270652802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like a lot.  I've been coveting them for some time now since last year, but didn't have the scratch to pull the trigger.  My trip is coming up.  5 weeks tomorrow.  It's gonna fly; so, I can fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start you out with a picture from my new favorite book/ score from the DI...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNoeiUHLoQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5qsGYixUPZo/s1600/Suave%2Bme.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNoeiUHLoQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5qsGYixUPZo/s400/Suave%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537772266668663042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, baby...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This would definitely would be my profile pic on FB if I was on there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNofLJBW4NI/AAAAAAAAAQA/w1_G3z5E9tw/s1600/from.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNofLJBW4NI/AAAAAAAAAQA/w1_G3z5E9tw/s400/from.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537772968066080978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;From First Date to Chosen Mate...  &lt;/i&gt;I know what I'll be passing on if I have kids.  Except, I'll leave them a note.  That's the only thing missing from this is a nice note from my Aunt Judy outlining this is the way to "Find my chosen mate." while pursuing my MRS at Ricks.  It was written before I was born, 1977.  The bio is hilarious.  Listing his church calling which to be honest aren't that impressive.  You'd think at least stake president, not ward clerk.  I'm not belittling any calling.  I don't have one, &amp;amp; don't need one.  Also, it says "He's married to the former..."  I hope my wife doesn't want to forget her maiden name.  I hope she never feels like her former self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  I've made you laugh; I hope. Onto the girl.  It's a crush, really.  I don't know what else to call it.  She was in my Anthropology class last spring semester.  We kinda talked then on the first day.  I made a lame joke while we were being grouped into discussion groups.  Sadly, she wasn't in my group.  (Me Group 17; her Group 18)  She was even in my singles ward for a few weeks before I was asked to go to my home ward or the 31-45 ward.  I've seen her a couple of times at the basketball games &amp;amp; even before the homecoming football game.  We've made eye contact multiple times.  I think that's a good thing.  I don't know.  I'm really bad at all this.  It's something I'd like to pursue though.  I wish I knew someone that knew her.  Sadly, the wardies from my singles ward aren't friendly or they're not there any more. (Too old.  In the same boat.)  Any advice?  This really isn't something that &lt;i&gt;From First Date to Chosen Mate&lt;/i&gt; discusses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited for this weekend.  I get to see a band I haven 't seen fully live (Yes, Warped Tour, but is that really a concert.  I get 8 songs &amp;amp; no encore.) since 1996 on the Grey Race Tour.  It's...  Bad Religion.  I've been a fan for some time.  (6th Grade, 1990-91)  My bro Spencer had a copied tape of &lt;i&gt;Recipe for Hate&lt;/i&gt;. (Sharing a room had some profits, &amp;amp; that was one.) Bernice didn't like my punk rock ways, but that didn't stop me.  In fact, after the show in 1996, at church, Chris Huber (Yes, of Aggie Basketball fame.) asked what I did the night before.  I said I went to a concert.  He asked which one &amp;amp; I said Bad Religion.  My Mom again almost keeled over on the third pew from the front in the tabernacle. "What?  You said you were going to a concert."  "I did," I pointed out.  "I thought it was one over in Logan."  She never clarified that.  "Nope."  I even saved my lunch money to buy a t-shirt.  I never saw that shirt after the first time I put in the laundry.  Now at 31 almost 32 (It's coming up.  Hint Hint) Bernice can't throw my t-shirt away when I put in the laundry. (True Story.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HBbomYYmi4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HBbomYYmi4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new favorite song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxCYvaz8Tbw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxCYvaz8Tbw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to study...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-738275531181418626?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/738275531181418626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=738275531181418626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/738275531181418626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/738275531181418626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/11/id-like-to-talk-to.html' title='...I&apos;d like to talk to...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNocKn8YXcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E_FDvcoCOvs/s72-c/thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-4047401801055317448</id><published>2010-11-04T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:03:08.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, November 4th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;First, I'd like to thank my friend/ niece Norah for making me smile lots since Tuesday.  She told her mom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" text-decoration: none; font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;want to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;isneyland with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ncle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;om and his glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;."  Soon my friend, very soon.  Actually, 6 weeks from today.  I know I'm counting the days; I hope Norah is as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNOFvPkBmQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/coSJgE8HgJ8/s400/DSCN0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535915413646448898" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Norah &amp;amp; I outside the Monster's Inc. ride last year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-line-through:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nothing too spectacular has happened this last week.  The highlight may be shaving the beard, although most of you have seen those pics.  Um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Friday, on a whim, I went to SLC to visit my brother Dave.  He was lucky enough to have some art displayed at a blacklight party.  Sadly, no pictures.  I'm still missing my camera, but visit his etsy store, search Styer, Geek-lee-tistore.  Very cool Star Wars pin-ups.  I've got C3PO, &amp;amp; it's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Saturday, I rushed home from SLC to do homework. (BOOOOOOOOOOO!)  On the way, I stopped at Target.  (Time to jump on my soapbox.  WHY the HELL Logan doesn't have a Target is beyond me.  We've got 2 effin Wal-Marts.  I know I'd probably switch my shopping style to shop exclusively at Target, groceries et al.  Come on world, bring me a Target.)  After, I met up with Niki &amp;amp; Doug at, where else, the DI.  Found some cool stuff.  I won't say what, but if asked, I'll tell.  It's surprise for some one's Christmas.  I went to the men's basketball game up on campus.  If you've ever been to a game, you need to come.  Unreal.  It makes me happy to finally be a student at Utah State. Even happier that basketball is in full swing.  Watch out for the Aggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sunday, I went to the women's soccer game.  I got to watch lovely ladies run around in short shorts.  AND they were playing my second favorite school (I'd definately go there if I had the cash.) the University of Hawaii.  I own fine amount of UH stuff thanks to Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice living on the island for a few years.  I started to well up at the game as I was listening to "Pounding" by Doves.  It's a great song.  In fact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXaqZLkG3TE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXaqZLkG3TE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Why did I begin to cry?  Well, it was an Aggie soccer match that I realized I was a student last year.  This year was/ has been a tough one at times.  Still is to be honest, but I now have a job.  It affords me the chance to visit my friends, go to concerts, buy records, go to school, &amp;amp; many, many more things.  Just listening to this song &amp;amp; thinking about who I've become as a person make me appreciate everything &amp;amp; everyone a lot more. Be grateful for the things you all have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Monday, I shaved the beard as you can see.  (One previous post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Tuesday, Math class... (BOOOOOOOOOOO!)  I got my test back, &amp;amp; did better than last time.  What that means to you?  I won't be joining the FB forces anytime soon.  Sorry.  You like the blog better anyway.  Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Wednesday, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;So to leave you, I've discovered these people covering a favorite band of mine, Kid Dynamite.  I'd share them, but most wouldn't like, but I really enjoy these version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZ4EgaLSGEo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZ4EgaLSGEo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Laura or Andy see this (people above), I'll be at Amoeba 6 weeks from tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky to see Kid Dynamite in Logan around 1999 or 2000.  I wish I could see them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another cover to leave you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJzTSrr8fJQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJzTSrr8fJQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl is amazing.  She has more than 50 videos of her singing some pretty great songs.  Check her out.  I'm a sucker for a girl singing.  Keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;PS...  I've met a girl.&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/8587535993203391364-4047401801055317448?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4047401801055317448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=4047401801055317448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4047401801055317448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4047401801055317448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/11/thursday-november-4th-2010.html' title='Thursday, November 4th, 2010'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TNOFvPkBmQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/coSJgE8HgJ8/s72-c/DSCN0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-1876603501079582098</id><published>2010-11-01T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:26:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... It's time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Beard had to go today.  I'd like to thank it for the warmth &amp;amp; coolness it provided.  But, when you wake me up, that's the last straw.  I'm sure you'll make another appearance before too long.  Keep your chin up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9XvBqDp-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/njlTZK6tnsk/s400/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534738932471932898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RIP...  Last photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9X6evbtvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Xy2F1snuEk4/s1600/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9X6evbtvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Xy2F1snuEk4/s400/Photo+40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534739129257670386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st cut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9YRdos-eI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dxDA9ri48bk/s1600/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9YRdos-eI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dxDA9ri48bk/s400/Photo+41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534739524097997282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd cut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9YjGb0hPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FOYDrGJzNrY/s1600/Photo+44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9YjGb0hPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FOYDrGJzNrY/s400/Photo+44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534739827107595506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last...  Switched to color to give you the full effect of the Chester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9Y-NEeOVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/11K-fQrl3fU/s1600/Photo+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9Y-NEeOVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/11K-fQrl3fU/s400/Photo+50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534740292745181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that ugly mug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-1876603501079582098?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1876603501079582098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=1876603501079582098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1876603501079582098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1876603501079582098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-its-time.html' title='So... It&apos;s time...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TM9XvBqDp-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/njlTZK6tnsk/s72-c/Photo+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2533811626348713860</id><published>2010-10-30T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:32:18.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TMy46ZzrCtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/G8nID5Wy28Y/s1600/Photo+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TMy46ZzrCtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/G8nID5Wy28Y/s400/Photo+38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534001355631037138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2533811626348713860?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2533811626348713860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2533811626348713860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2533811626348713860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2533811626348713860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/10/scary-stuff.html' title='Scary Stuff...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TMy46ZzrCtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/G8nID5Wy28Y/s72-c/Photo+38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-1404196415750904658</id><published>2010-10-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:30:14.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing I forgot...</title><content type='html'>This lovely band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLSUm3QmY3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLSUm3QmY3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was given to me by my friend James. Sorry to have left you out last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know you're all counting down the days till my birthday.  No!  Well, it's 2 months from today.  I know you all wan to get me something.  I'll suggest you look at my Amazon Wishlist for some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-1404196415750904658?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1404196415750904658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=1404196415750904658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1404196415750904658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1404196415750904658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-thing-i-forgot.html' title='One thing I forgot...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8801559508155164473</id><published>2010-10-27T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T09:10:59.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  Wednesday, October 27th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TMj_DZ1l1UI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fYJeJG1QriA/s1600/Photo+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532952576165008706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TMj_DZ1l1UI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fYJeJG1QriA/s400/Photo+35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First... This photo goes out to my friend Carolyn in Athens, GA. Look at me drinkin' that big ol' Dr. Pepper. If you think that's a 20 ouncer, think again. Yep, two liters of liquid luv. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anyone count all the Ramone related things in this photo? I'll give away a prize to who can spot everything. Never know what I'll send out. I'm sure I can find some awesome stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto this weeks news, I spent Saturday at a rain drenched homecoming football game. It was fun. I invited my brother Spencer (Yes, I have another brother. All older.) &amp;amp; my nephew Owen up for their birthdays. It was wasn't much fun. Yes, the rain, but Aggie football sometimes isn't fun to watch. It's a successful season though when you beat the devils of the south. Needless to say, we lost, but the university did erect a statue to Logan &amp;amp; Utah State's own Merlin Olsen. (Carolyn, if you read this &amp;amp; I hope you do, Mandilyn &amp;amp; I will have to give the Merlin Olsen tour iffen you ever make it to Logan. I'll extend that offer to all my readers.) If I knew where my camera was, I'd have a photo for you. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday &amp;amp; Monday were pretty boring. I did win my fantasy football game. It was a nail biter against Drew. Blue Horseshoe is 5-1; tied for first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday at lunch, I got a flurry of texts from my friend Melanie (Wilde, for those that know both.). Southwest was having deal on tickets. "Gotta get away..." HELL, YES! So, I beeged one for December 15th thru 19th. What's the agenda? Um... Two things I gotta do: Disneyland &amp;amp; Amoeba. That's it. The rest of the time I could do anything. Say take Norah (I'll say niece.) to the doctor. Been there; done that. Jimmy Kimmel Live. Ditto. Hollywood Forever Cemetary. Yes, sir or ma'am. I would like to go to San Diego this time around. It's been so long since I've seen that beautiful city, but I'm open to anything. Bonus this time around, I've got a lay over in Las Vegas. I'll be able to see if I can win my money back. Cha Ching, Cha Ching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday has been another day. Aggie basketball has officially started. It's good to be back in the Spectrum. After, I went to study for a math test. This semester is my last official math class. Pray I pass my test &amp;amp; the class. It's been a struggle with both work &amp;amp; school, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. So, tomorrow at 1900, send me some good thoughts &amp;amp; prayers. Oh... I almost forgot. A girl said I was hot as I was leaving the library. Maybe it wasn't those exact words. Actually she said, "He is so hot," but in my mind she was talking about me. I've still got it. Or maybe getting it. I don't know. Just let me have this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music this week is brought to you by Lin &amp;amp; Nate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdO85Qf4Poc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdO85Qf4Poc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EUoW0xnzSc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3EUoW0xnzSc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8801559508155164473?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8801559508155164473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8801559508155164473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8801559508155164473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8801559508155164473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-wednesday-october-27th.html' title='So...  Wednesday, October 27th...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TMj_DZ1l1UI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fYJeJG1QriA/s72-c/Photo+35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-1655249652512997475</id><published>2010-10-21T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:52:12.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  Big Trucks Suck...</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since my last post .  I thought I'd have more time; silly me.  That time is spent trying to play catch up on my classes.  I won't bore you with that.  I've thought about how I'll update all of you that read this.  Without FB, most of you don't know what's happening in my life so...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been feeling right the last few weeks.  I've had a lot on my mind.  I find when I'm tired, I'm more susceptible to my depression.  With that said, I decided to take a few days &amp;amp; forget everything that needed to be done.  I didn't go to class or do any homework.  In a logical mind, was that the best thing?  No.  I'm hating things now, but it sure felt good.  I took some time to get out of this beautiful valley.  So many times when I'm in a funk, I find if I leave for a few days, clear my head; I can face life again.  I needed to head south for some family business on Sunday.  I went down on Saturday &amp;amp; visited my friend Ingrid &amp;amp; her awesome husband Aaron.  It had been way to long since seeing them, a little over a year to be exact.  (Actually, it was the same night I met my man crush.)  Ingrid makes me feel so good about myself.  I don't know what she says or does to make me feel like a million bucks.  It was just what I needed at that time.  We didn't do really anything; we just caught up on a years time.  I introduced her to a new band, The Ettes.  Next time they come to town(If they even come back.  I wouldn't blame them if they didn't.), it'll be me &amp;amp; 4 of my friends.  Hope to see her &amp;amp; Aaron real soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, I went down to Saltair (Ask me how excited I was to go there again?) to see Social Distortion.  It was fun to again get out of town &amp;amp; spend some time with my buddies James &amp;amp; Matt.  I even ran into a few I hadn't seen in ages:  the Throwaway boys, Christine, &amp;amp; even Greg Mother Tucker.  After, it was hell getting out of the parking lot.  Once I finally got my car pointed the right direction, I decided to follow a big monster truck (If you live in Utah, these are common spectacles.  I'm guessing it's short man's syndrome.)  He stopped &amp;amp; walked back to me, "I'm parking it." "WHAT!  WHY!"  I yell in my head.  Douche bag.  I had to back up even more &amp;amp; risk running into another idiot.  I've come to realize, again(Grew up with big trucks in T&amp;amp;G), in my life that 90% of the guys that drive these monster trucks are total douche bags.  They probably wear white shoes.  (Ask about my theory on that.)  On the brighter side, I got to partake of the new In N Out in Centerville.  They're getting closer.  If they come up to Logan, I'm in trouble.  The spare will start to inflate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I got to spend time with my friends Mandilyn &amp;amp; Vincent.  It was Vincent's birthday, &amp;amp; he wanted to ride the city bus with me.  He had the time of his life.  I haven't ridden the bus much this year.  I'd forgotten about the high school kids always in the back, the crazies, &amp;amp; even some time the BO.  Man, I needed some coffee beans to cleanse my pallet after yesterday's aroma.  I can smell it now, as I think about it.  Just know you'll get some or all with the CVTD.  Sometimes, a cute girl will even get on.  (It didn't happen yesterday; I'm just sayin'.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To leave you...  I've been listening to this nonstop in my car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had been at the show in LA with my friends Mel &amp;amp; Lin.  Next time, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZKq6ZnWH-E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZKq6ZnWH-E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-1655249652512997475?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1655249652512997475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=1655249652512997475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1655249652512997475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1655249652512997475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-big-trucks-suck.html' title='So...  Big Trucks Suck...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-3513046380091469766</id><published>2010-10-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:30:34.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  I've retired from Facebook...</title><content type='html'>I'll start by saying it's time.  I've been thinking about making this move for some time.  Just ask my friend Mandilyn.  I've come to a crossroads in my life &amp;amp; facebook isn't part of it.  Here are some reasons for my leaving...  &lt;i&gt;(Before I go forward though, I hope what I say doesn't hurt any feelings or alienate any one.  I'm not trying to do that.  These are my thoughts &amp;amp; this is my blog.  If I do, I sincerely apologize.  You are my friends &amp;amp; love you.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.  &lt;/i&gt;I'm spending way to much time with it.  It's not giving me anything in return.  I've come to realization that the hours spent on FB; I could be studying more, (or reading, writing a letter, playing catch, shooting hoops, cooking up a meal, taking a walk, listening to record, taking a nap, cleaning my room, doing laundry, shaving (Nah... See below.),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TLFjZ8R5nOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-KKYNyxXabo/s400/Photo+36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526307515089394914" /&gt;counting my change, doing my online banking, making a phone call, writing a book...  You get my drift.).  I've made some goals when I started school &amp;amp; I feel FB is partially keeping me from my goals.  One goal is to become a Huntsman Scholar.  This is a program with in the business school.  I get a semester paid, plus $1000 for expenses, and an intensive classroom environment.  You spend a month on campus, a month in Europe visiting businesses, &amp;amp; another month discussing what we learned in Europe.  I've never been to Europe &amp;amp; think this is a good way to get there.  (Especially if it's paid.)  I've got to have 3.5 GPA just to even qualify.  I've got to push myself to get there.  I want to challenge myself in school.  Especially while I'm single,  I feel my goals are accomplishable.  (I'm not saying marriage won't stop this, but who knows.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  &lt;/i&gt;I feel it's become too much like high school for me.  If you know me, high schooled sucked ass, &amp;amp; I'm lucky to be writing this right now.  I don't need that feeling ever again.  Socially, I'm not good at it.  I'll never be.  I kept my friends to about 100.  Even with that, it's too many.  Why am I friends with so and so?  Why is this so important?  People were taking my deletions too seriously.  It's not that we're not friends; I just don't want to see threads from my crush that got married.  Don't confront me outside the bookstore.  That will alienate me towards you more than anything.  To go with this, I was making this my social life.  That's fine for some, but I know the reality.  It's me, dinner &amp;amp; a movie for one.  (Ask me about the dirty looks I got in El Toro.)  Has been for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  &lt;/i&gt;Religion &amp;amp; politics don't mix in my life.  I'm LDS, &amp;amp; I struggle with my faith.  I'm sorry. Recently a general authority said some things to make people angry.  I won't say what, but I think we all know.  Well, right after I was getting it from both sides on FB.  People feel they have to say something about it.  That's their right.  I just don't think I need it from my "friends".  I started hiding people that talk politics.  I wanted to do this with religion, (especially this week) but I think I'd hurt peoples feeling if I did that.  I didn't want to do that.  Leaving was the lesser of two evils.  I feel leaving will make me stronger in my faith.  If you're my friend, I'm gonna love you for who ever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  &lt;/i&gt;I think FB is making me lose touch.  It's stopped me from communicating.  I'm gonna send more emails, read/ write more blogs, write more letters &amp;amp; postcards, send more packages, (Hopefully, get some in return.) &amp;amp; make more phone calls.  Hopefully people like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND...  HBD to Spencer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vfC-NTt10Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vfC-NTt10Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="385"&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/8587535993203391364-3513046380091469766?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3513046380091469766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=3513046380091469766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3513046380091469766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3513046380091469766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-ive-retired-from-facebook.html' title='So...  I&apos;ve retired from Facebook...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TLFjZ8R5nOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-KKYNyxXabo/s72-c/Photo+36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-5366108278428318973</id><published>2010-09-26T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:06:41.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... I Bought a Book...</title><content type='html'>At Urban Outfitters.  I have had gift card that's been burning a hole in my pocket since December 28th, 2008.  (Birthday present from my friend Jill.  I'm a hoarder of all things money related.  Just ask how many different gift cards I've got.)  I've gone into UO a few times looking for the right thing for me.  Clothes...  No.  I'm very specific about what I wear.  Records...  No.  I'm not going to pay $30 for the new Band of Horses.  I'll wait, get it at the show, &amp;amp; give my moneys to them.  (Sadly, I'll not be able to attend on Tuesday, STUPID math quiz.  I'll just wait &amp;amp; get it from Amoeba in December.)  Everything else is a little kitschy to me.  But I'm a book lover.  It's just been recently that I've been this way.  I attribute this to Harry Potter.  (I've been on the lookout for the next big thing in books.  I've been able to read some great books:  Spud, 13 Reasons Why?, Looking for Alaska, &amp;amp; so on &amp;amp; so forth.)  I was lucky enough to find a book in the discount section (I won't pay full price at UO).  It's called The Happy Book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJ__HOAzWUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Xj7TRSzxops/s1600/51pJ4mSgc7L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJ__HOAzWUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Xj7TRSzxops/s400/51pJ4mSgc7L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521412167665146178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a lot ideas on jotting down &amp;amp; remembering what makes you happy.  I thought I'd post a couple of things in no particular order to start off my adventure.  These are things that are making me happy right now...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P903W_tJNi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P903W_tJNi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is killing it for me.  It's a new side project from some amazing musicians, CoCo, Jem, Poni, Greg Oblivian, &amp;amp; a few special guests.  I've been lucky enough to meet CoCo, Jem, &amp;amp; Poni when they came through SLC last time.  Great band and even better people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TKAC2W3HimI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RhVBen-mtII/s1600/DSCN0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TKAC2W3HimI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RhVBen-mtII/s400/DSCN0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521416276029180514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is on my desktop. It makes me smile &amp;amp; wish I was doing that exact same thing every day...  This is Norah &amp;amp; Jake.   We're waiting patiently in line for the Toy Story ride with our 3D glasses in California Adventure at Uncle Walt's House.  (Great Ride.)  I love being able to go to Southern California every year &amp;amp; enjoy all my friends.  Every year the group keeps growing &amp;amp; growing &amp;amp; growing... (Will it happen this year?  It did &amp;amp; still might?)  And it's Disneyland.  I've been every year for the last 9.  Started on my 23rd birthday.  I still get chills walking into the park.  It's such a wonderful place for me.  I can't explain it; you just need to experience it for yourself.  Take a day, patiently stand in line (Cause you will be standing in line most of the day.  Pull out a phone &amp;amp; play monopoly.  It's what Lin, Mel, John, &amp;amp; I usually do.  I don't know if we've ever completed a game.  Maybe, this will be the year.) for whatever you wanna ride (Me...  Space Mountain, please...), but make sure you make a wish at the Snow White's Wishing Well, and get your fortune told by Esmerelda.  These are musts.  Take everything in.  So much to see &amp;amp; so little time to see it.  One day isn't enough.  Someday, I'll spend more time exploring Uncle Walt's backyard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TKAG0whSv0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/h-00KjCwVoA/s1600/DSCN0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TKAG0whSv0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/h-00KjCwVoA/s400/DSCN0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521420646603734850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to be in school.  It makes me happy that I'm bettering myself for the future.   It may be the hardest thing I ever mentally go through (Especially this year.), but I wouldn't have it any other way.  Not only the learning part which is a majority, but also the social.  I've been able to meet some pretty great &amp;amp; talented people from all over the world.  Have I met a girl? Sure, I've met a few.  Have ask any out?  No.  I know this is partially why I'm up there.  I'm learning skills I didn't in high school.  At 32, it's hard.  I think I'm getting better at it, but I'm still too comfortable being by myself.  I'm working on it kinda sorta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there's a few things that make me happy right now.  Take a second &amp;amp; write your happiness thoughts down.  When you're down or need a pick-me-up, re-read your thoughts.  I know I will.  (I hope.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-5366108278428318973?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5366108278428318973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=5366108278428318973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5366108278428318973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5366108278428318973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-bought-book.html' title='So... I Bought a Book...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJ__HOAzWUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Xj7TRSzxops/s72-c/51pJ4mSgc7L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2794446680755142926</id><published>2010-09-19T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:59:21.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Bro Doug (Chopper)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJbWFwVwZUI/AAAAAAAAANo/nVz_S6xnedY/s1600/Doug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJbWFwVwZUI/AAAAAAAAANo/nVz_S6xnedY/s400/Doug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518833787752965442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, I learned that my brother Doug (Chopper) had gotten engaged to be married.  In June, I got a call that he &amp;amp; Niki had eloped in Truth &amp;amp; Consequences, New Mexico.  I'll be honest I was a little bummed that I wasn't there to see it, but truthfully, I might do the same.  (Sorry, Mom)  Saturday, Doug &amp;amp; Niki celebrated themselves.  It was held at the Museum of Natural History on the campus of my vaunted rival the University of Utah with the dinosaur fossils.  They did it their way.  Nothing was traditional.  Earlier that day, Doug had mentioned that that's the way they wanted to to it.  They had a DJ spinning records. (Both are avid collectors.  Doug's partially why I caught the bug.)  They had the band The Rubes play a big set of covers.  The last, Doug got up and serenaded Niki with...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3Ukvy4INQE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3Ukvy4INQE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never hear this song &amp;amp; not think of that moment.  (Side note...  It was my Mom &amp;amp; Dad's first time ever hearing my brother sing with a band, &amp;amp; he's been doing it 18 years of my life.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going to SLC for a good portion of my life.  It all started when I was a sophomore in high school &amp;amp; have been doing it ever since.  Doug &amp;amp; I have been through some great times like the time we went to The Ramones in '96 (YES, those Ramones.) at Saltair.  My first concert.    Through the better part of high school, I hitched a ride with anyone I knew was going to SLC.  Most the crowd I was around went to Confetti (Actual name) on Friday nights.  I went &amp;amp; was dropped off at 27 Punk Street.  Those trips saved my life.  If I had stayed in G&amp;amp;T, I don't know if I'd be here right now.  The morning at Kosta's down the street for breakfast.  The many, many trips to the DI to find hidden gems.  Seeing him play in his various bands: Decomposers, Wormdrive, Tommy Gun Killers, Hot Rocks, The Switch, &amp;amp; Blackhole.  Now, he's all grown up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJbcET4Nx_I/AAAAAAAAANw/F8u_FKN8sHk/s400/doug+niki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518840360002766834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJbWFwVwZUI/AAAAAAAAANo/nVz_S6xnedY/s1600/Doug.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJbWFwVwZUI/AAAAAAAAANo/nVz_S6xnedY/s1600/Doug.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJbWFwVwZUI/AAAAAAAAANo/nVz_S6xnedY/s1600/Doug.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congrats to Niki &amp;amp; Doug!!!  (Not actual wedding photo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2794446680755142926?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2794446680755142926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2794446680755142926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2794446680755142926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2794446680755142926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-big-bro-doug-chopper.html' title='My Big Bro Doug (Chopper)...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/TJbWFwVwZUI/AAAAAAAAANo/nVz_S6xnedY/s72-c/Doug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-6561680047865071454</id><published>2010-08-28T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:11:54.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile...</title><content type='html'>First, I apologize to all my readers out there.  It's been some time since I've posted.  I think January.  I know you all look forward to these.  I'll try to be better but can't promise anything.  Follow me in facebook if your that interested.  Another thing, no pictures.  I lost my camera.  So if you've seen it, send it back my way.  I miss her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I've been in a contemplative mood these last days.  This last year humbled me &amp;amp; opened my eyes.  Most of you know, I lost my job.  It was a hard time, but I might have been the happiest I've been since grade school.  I've been clinically depressed since 6th grade.  That's about 20 years of my life.  Losing my job, made me prioritize me.  Made me tell myself, I'm important.  I've never thought about that.  I listen to a band whose key phrase is "Keep Your Heart."  They use it multiple times in several songs.  I like it.  I say it to myself multiple times throughout the day just get me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, I was prepared for many, many rainy days.  I'm grateful for that talent from really my Grandpa (Ralph).  (My extended family is a weird picture.  I really didn't know my Grandparents, Uncle (Mom' brother), Aunt (Dad's sister), or cousin (Yes, singular.))  I horde money.  Deciding to go to school soon after the L.O., I didn't get unemployment.  I tried many times to get what I deserved, but I wasn't going to lie about what I was up to.  That savings SAVED me from having to worry.  I lived on that, my small student loan,  a $500 CC, &amp;amp; my sacred collection of one dollar bills (From many good nights at work.  Wink.) up until recently (New job).  If I could give any of you some advice, prepare for a rainy day.  You never know when it will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was a godsend.  I needed a shove to get me up on campus.  I still picture my first day.  I got up there early (I didn't want to be late for my first day.  That comes from Bernice.) and just sat below Old Main in awe.  With the canyon wind blowing at gael force, I knew that's where I needed to be.  It took 12 years.  Yes, I wish I would have started sooner, but if I would've went right from high school, I would have quit.  The social part would have killed me.  Most of you know, I'm a loner.  Sure, I have friends, but I'm not afraid to be by myself.  At almost 32 (I hate the number 31.  I will never tell people I'm 31; I say "I turn 32 this year.") socially, I DON'T care.  Certainly, I wish I could talk to my campus crush, but I know that's me.  It'll happen.  I don't know when, how, or who, but things will fall into place.  I learned so much last school year.  The main thing was I like to learn.  School was fun to go to class &amp;amp; even take tests.  Especially, when I did well.  Kids don't know that yet.  They are all in a hurry.  I want that too, but working sucks.  School is so much easier than the drudgery of a 9 to 5.  I savor every minute I'm up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful for my parents.  I don't know what I did for 6-7 years while they were in Hawaii.  Seriously.  It's good to be able to escape to Eagle Mountain and have no worries.  They've helped me more than I can say.  Also, the support from all my friends &amp;amp; the rest of my family.  I know many, many, many prayers were sent my way.  There were many times I didn't know what to do.  Being depressed, the thoughts would circle.  I just knew Logan &amp;amp; Cache Valley was where I needed to be right now.  I don't know why; I may never know.  It's all part of a plan.  One shout out to my friend Mandilyn, thank you for getting me out of the house and more importantly my head.  Every time I was low, you called and invited me to dinner, meet to get Nick &amp;amp; Norah, or go get a cupcake.  Thank you so much.  To all, I don't say I love you or thank you enough, but I hope you all know I imply it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take a look around, you may miss something interesting. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-6561680047865071454?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6561680047865071454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=6561680047865071454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6561680047865071454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6561680047865071454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/08/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-230743146097704464</id><published>2010-01-13T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:54:40.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie...</title><content type='html'>One of my new fave songs...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7802242&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7802242&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7802242"&gt;Dave Hause - C'mon Kid at Revival Tour (philly)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/davehause"&gt;Dave Hause&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-230743146097704464?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/230743146097704464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=230743146097704464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/230743146097704464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/230743146097704464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2010/01/quickie.html' title='Quickie...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2905024435511350548</id><published>2009-11-15T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:23:24.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Cures a Sorrow Filled Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDdaKrbX_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/qnfA-f4Y3NU/s1600/DSCN0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDdaKrbX_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/qnfA-f4Y3NU/s400/DSCN0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404562994457436146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's time to talk about music.  Music has played such an integral part of my life since 6th grade.  The Christmas before my 12th birthday, I got 2 tapes from my brothers Dave &amp;amp; Doug.  They were Midnight Oil &lt;i&gt;Blue Sky Mining &lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp; The Fixx &lt;i&gt;Walkabout.  &lt;/i&gt;These have come to define me as a person.  This was when people started dividing lines.  At Bear River Middle School, it seems it was a lot worse than most place.  (I don't know this for sure.)  I got looped in with the outsiders.  I was called KJQueer a lot because I listened to Alternative music.  It sucked at the time.  Looking back, I thank Mandee Williams for making me who I am.  (But she can still rot in hell.)  I learned about The Cure, Depeche Mode, INXS &amp;amp; many others.  Grunge came around, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots.  (I laugh seeing flannel popular again.  Been there; done that.)  Bands like Bad Religion &amp;amp; The Descendents, though I didn't know there name at the time, got me through some rough spots, &lt;i&gt;Recipe for Hate &amp;amp; Somery&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the verge of my 10th grade year, summer of '94.  That was the year Green Day &lt;i&gt;Dookie&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; The Offspring &lt;i&gt;Smash&lt;/i&gt; hit it.  I was lucky enough to attend my first concert.  R-A-M-O-N-E-S, RAMONES!  (Thanks to my other bro Spencer for working for me.  Otherwise this wouldn't have happened.)  I was blown away.  I was hooked.  I wanted to learn &amp;amp; hear everything.  Ask Dave &amp;amp; Doug, I was obsessed.  I was lucky enough to share this with Dave, Doug, Rich, &amp;amp; Sharon.  I can still see &lt;i&gt;Blitzkrieg Bop&lt;/i&gt; in my head.  First thing I needed was a leather jacket.  That would make me punk rock.  I didn't get that some 7 years later to go with the Ramones doo I was sporting.  I've been lucky to see some amazing concerts or shows, I call them, in my lifetime.  Most with Dave or Doug or both.  Let's see...  Decomposers, Surly, Tarn, Wormdrive, The Protocol, The Horns, Hot Rocks, Blackhole, Lunchbox, Chubby Amigos, Throwaway Generation (Find the &lt;i&gt;Tomorrow's Too Late&lt;/i&gt; album &amp;amp; look for my name.) , Lunachicks, Diesel Boy, Strung Out, Bad Religion (Getting scolded for going to this one.  Bernice was not happy.)  The Donnas, Supersuckers, The Get Up Kids, Murder City Devils, Rocket from the Crypt (If you truly wanna see me happy, let me listen to RFTC.), Electric Frankenstein, The Dictators, The Real Kids, Syl Sylvain, The Night Marchers, The Ettes, Groovie Ghoulies, One Man Army, Zeke, REO Speedealer, Hot Water Music, Sunny Day Real Estate, Flogging Molly, The Pipettes, &amp;amp; many, many,many,many,many,many,many more.  Ask me; I'll scene drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same school year, I started to go to SLC a lot.  AND I mean A LOT.  There were 3 parts to going to SLC.  Find a ride, ask Dave or Doug, &amp;amp; get Bernie to pick me up.   I made it down once a month at least.  The stars aligned quite a bit.  I didn't have much money.  I saved my lunch money Bernice would give me.  I had enough to eat &amp;amp; hit the DIs.  Usually, Dave or Doug, Chris &amp;amp; I would go to a couple of DIs after a breakfast at Kostas.  They started collecting records.  I was into finding the unusual hat.  But eventually, I caught the bug.  My first record was Twisted Sister &amp;amp; was purchased by Bernie in the old Logan DI.  He bought most of my early collection.  He, in fact, bought my copy of Ramones &lt;i&gt;Rocket to Russia&lt;/i&gt; at the Ogden DI.  I still collect to this day.  I little less now, but look forward to the day where it will pick back up.  I've now got approximately 1000 or so.  I haven't counted in some time.  The pic above is about 2/3s.  Not pictured are the 45s (7"s) (I've 3-1/2 boxes full.), 10"s &amp;amp; about couple hundred LPs at the end of my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason for the title of this blog...  Music filled my heart &amp;amp; mind during my time of trouble.  (You know what it is, if you know me.)  My mind would race.  Music settled both my heart &amp;amp; mind.  Calmed them down to the point I could continue.  I find myself thinking about how much music has meant to me.  I've come to realize: MUSIC=LIFE.  If I didn't have music, a BIG part of me will die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a theme in this besides music.  It's my brothers Dave &amp;amp; Doug&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDdaKrbX_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/qnfA-f4Y3NU/s1600/DSCN0016.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDo8zoWiJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ofJDBB08avc/s200/DSCN0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404575684193847442" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDoh-KAGTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-gWCRzmyV8Y/s200/DSCN0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404575223162870066" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDdaKrbX_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/qnfA-f4Y3NU/s1600/DSCN0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDdaKrbX_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/qnfA-f4Y3NU/s1600/DSCN0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDdaKrbX_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/qnfA-f4Y3NU/s1600/DSCN0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They, more than any one, have defined me as a person.  I would not be who I am with out either of them.  Music would not be engrained in me as it is.  I love them dearly.  I don't know what would've happened if they wouldn't have let me stay with them.  Sadly, I do know, but I won't say.  I appreciate what it more &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;than words can say.  I love them so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2905024435511350548?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2905024435511350548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2905024435511350548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2905024435511350548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2905024435511350548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-fills-sorrow-filled-heart.html' title='Music Cures a Sorrow Filled Heart...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SwDdaKrbX_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/qnfA-f4Y3NU/s72-c/DSCN0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-385295024055694809</id><published>2009-11-01T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:13:12.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November...  Where are August, September, &amp; October?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/Su5KpvqKxnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ddjZMNb2R08/s1600-h/DSCN0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/Su5KpvqKxnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ddjZMNb2R08/s400/DSCN0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335084292228722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With last night being Halloween &amp;amp; the night of the annual HOWL at Utah State, I've looked back on the last few months.  If you would've told me I'd be a freshman, I probably would've laughed at you.  I mean, I've thought about attending for sometime now, but the older I got; the more stuff, i.e. bills, I accrued.  Meaning I need money, but circumstances beyond my control have led me.  I think a lot about why I'm at Utah State.  I remember that fateful day in August like it was hours ago.  I can't help but think about it.  That morning about 4am, I thought, "I'm gonna go earn my 'A' on my license plate.  For those who don't know what that is, in Utah, you can support your university with a license plate.  Utah State's happens to have an 'A' on it.  I've stuck to my guns with this decision.  I will say it's a challenge.  I enjoy learning the various things I'm taking, but everything that goes along with this is mind boggling.  I've had to learn to take notes again, listen to the professor, study really more than I'd like, read everything, &amp;amp; a BIGGIE socialize with others.  Most of you may not think so, but I'm terribly shy.  I can't go up people &amp;amp; talk to them especially girls.  If you asked Bernice, I've been this way my whole life.  I will say I'm getting better at it.  If someone engages me, I'll talk back instead of giving them some body language &amp;amp; walking off.  Plus, imagine being 30 in a class of 18, 19, &amp;amp; 20 year olds.  The only thing in common is the fact we're freshmen.  I've got bigger problems than why Johnny didn't call me back.  Like, where I'm gonna pull my car payment out of.  I've made a few friends along the way.  Don't get me wrong, there are like minded people where ever you go.  I've involved myself with a few things as well.  I find myself in the Women Resource Center/ Veterans Resource Center/ Re-Entry Student Center.  There, I find some good people.  I've also met many just "loitering".  I am part of one group.  It's the Student Advisory Board (SAB).  I'm the Re-Entry Student rep.  Meeting once a month to discuss issues across campus among many different &amp;amp; diverse groups, clubs &amp;amp; people.  I met &amp;amp; on terms with the Student Body President &amp;amp; I've had breakfast at President &amp;amp; Mrs. Albrecht's home.  How many freshman can say that?  One that I know.  I've also met one other friend through SAB or at least she recognizes me on campus.  It's sometimes hard to be on campus.  I'd say I feel lost as person up there.  I don't know if that's cause I'm shy or older or whatever.  But this girl has gone out of her way to at least say Hi to me when we pass each other to &amp;amp; from class.  She usually initiates it.  Remember what I said above.  It's really that simple.  That little interaction makes the difference to me.  She may never know.  Someday, I'd like to tell her.  (Guess I'll have to grow a pair to get to that point.)  Education &amp;amp; Social Skills are 1a &amp;amp; 1b as far as I'm concerned.  I know what it is &amp;amp; probably the most important if you know me.  I absolutely love being on campus.  Last, week it was snowing some pretty big flakes.  I decided I was going to walk around in it  I put my iPod in &amp;amp; started listening to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American English&lt;/span&gt; by Idlewild staring up into it all.  (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joB0tlOjKcU)  I had to hold back tears.  That's just one case.  It happens all the time.  Like today at the soccer game.  I don't know what hit me, but I was struggling to hide the lump in my throat.  Utah State offers me so much.  I've made it a goal to do things on campus.  I've been to Science Unwrapped, multiple lectures on varying topics, soccer, volleyball, tennis, Chorale Concert, Art Shows, football, basketball, museums, Homecoming Dance, HOWL, concerts, etc.  Going to school has made me the happiest I've been in a long time.  It's enabled me to leave things on pause &amp;amp; focus differently for 4 years.  It WILL be one of the HARDEST things I do.  EVER!  But I'm gonna enjoy every second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-385295024055694809?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/385295024055694809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=385295024055694809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/385295024055694809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/385295024055694809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-where-are-august-september.html' title='November...  Where are August, September, &amp; October?'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/Su5KpvqKxnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ddjZMNb2R08/s72-c/DSCN0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-1062455092957442494</id><published>2009-10-28T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:57:49.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  California!</title><content type='html'>I recently returned from a trip to Southern California.  (I've been thinking about this trip since August 6th at 10:40 or so in the morning.)  I go every year.  As I said in the previous post, I go to Disneyland, Amoeba, &amp;amp; to visit some great people.  I get asked, "Why?"  My response, "Why not!"  It's always hard for me to leave California.  If you ask my California friends, one of the first things I text to them upon landing is, "I'm home."  I feel so different when I'm there.  I think it stems from not EVER living outside of Utah &amp;amp; sorta being in the bubble.  I've always been one to want to be different.  LA area grants me the opportunity to be in total obscurity.  To me, this make sense.  It's early &amp;amp; A LOT could happen between now &amp;amp; then, but I'm 50/ 50 I'll be moving outside Utah upon graduation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things done in California...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amoeba...  Check...  Walked off the plane &amp;amp; headed straight there.  We (Lin, MelLed, &amp;amp; I) got there a little before 10pm.  (Saw people protesting "Murder Music".  &lt;shoulder&gt;)  That gave us a little more than an hour.  I had $120 dollars burning a hole in my pocket.  Honestly, I was a little rushed, but came out under budget.  Gems found...  The Nerves, Noisettes, The New Pornographers: Mass Romantic &amp;amp; Electric Version, The Ramones: It's Alive, &amp;amp; a Rocket from the Crypt 45 (SCORE!).  I walked out about $10 under budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SugL0i-bfdI/AAAAAAAAAME/RIU-x2RY0Fo/s320/DSCN0323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397577150773296594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me outside with my goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In &amp;amp; Out...  Check...  Something about In &amp;amp; Out for me.  It was the 1st meal upon arriving on 23rd Birthday.  It synonymous with my first trip to Disneyland.  To me, the two go hand in hand.  I can still here Tim say, "I don't like the fries."  To which I said, "Whaaaat?"  I can't not eat there when I'm in California.  The fact In &amp;amp; Out is coming to Utah...  I'm gonna try my damnedest to only eat there when in California.  PS...  They have Dr. Pepper.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...   Take that Mr. Pib or as I say Mr. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Disneyland...  CHECK...  What can I say?  I truly love this place.  A couple of things to make your visit more fun...  Embrace the fact you may stand in line for up to 2 hours for a ride.  Enjoy the fact you're there.  I go with kids now &amp;amp; just seeing there reaction to everything is priceless.  There eyes are as big a saucers.  Mine, TOO.  There's so much to see.  Details are not missed at Disneyland.  Take a look around.  Or try playing a game of Monopoly on a friends phone.  This passed time for Lin, MelLed, &amp;amp; I waiting for the greatest ride ever...   Space Effing Mountain!  Fun beyond comparison.  Two things happen for me...  I pretty much giggle the whole time on the ride.  It's been that way since the 1st time.  (I have witnesses.)  Second, I yell as loud as I can, "THANK YOU DISNEYLAND!" upon exiting.  Uncle Walt does not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SugO5XWLl4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/8B2QytPmTQw/s320/DSCN0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397580532085921666" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fave picture...  Norah, Jake, &amp;amp; us all standing in line for Toy Story.  Amazing ride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last day was a lot of laziness.  Returning from Disneyland was a lot later than expected &amp;amp; we all had breakfast with Mema &amp;amp; Kathy.  I have put in a request to see these people the last few times I've gone down, but illness &amp;amp; timing haven't allowed it to happen.  It was good to see them.  Words can't describe them.  Another thing that happened on my first trip &amp;amp; I want to happen every time.  The rest of the day was spent at Kathy's.  I napped.  I was worn out.  I feel bad.  I slept longer than I needed, but I don't function on so little sleep.  (It's 3:37 am now.  Damn insomnia.)  After eating some pizza, Lin &amp;amp; I went to see The Ettes.  I mentioned I saw them in SLC.  Talking to them there; I wanted to see them again.  They put on an amazing show once again.  No, they didn't play my song as promised, but I'm not one to complain.  It was fun to go out with Lin &amp;amp; just absorb this part of life we both love &amp;amp; embrace with everything we've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a lot packed into 3-4 days.  I will be returning next year.  You all are welcome to join in the fun.  I'm counting down the days...  352 or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-1062455092957442494?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1062455092957442494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=1062455092957442494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1062455092957442494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1062455092957442494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-california.html' title='So...  California!'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SugL0i-bfdI/AAAAAAAAAME/RIU-x2RY0Fo/s72-c/DSCN0323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-6333764345859864457</id><published>2009-10-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:32:53.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passing...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay in things.  School has been a lot of work.  I'm physically, mentally, &amp;amp; emotionally drained.  A few things have happened, let's get you up to speed...  In no particular order...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st:  I got to meet my "Man Crush" at Modest Mouse.  I went to see The Night Marchers.  Them &amp;amp; them alone.  (I'm music snob.  Hey, I paid my $40.)  John Reis is a hero   Anything he does turns to gold.  There isn't anything he's been apart of that I don't like.   He came over to the merch table while I was there.  I thanked him for everything &amp;amp; that he got me through a ruff time in my life.  Here's my favorite song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KyFpA5270w&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/-KyFpA5270w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd:  Homecoming...  I got to spend the majority of my time entrenched in Aggie activities.  Culminating in the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd:  I got to see one of my Top Ten bands:  The Get Up Kids.  They returned from hiatus to celebrate the 10 Anniversary of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something to Write Home About&lt;/span&gt;.  This album means so much to me.  This album has linked me to some of my best friends, Aaron, Jason, Wade, Jon, Beaver, &amp;amp; Spencer.  But also, with my friend Drew, who's no longer with us.  We went down to SLC in 1999 &amp;amp; saw these men perform in the Basement of DV8 (Also, no longer with us.).  I could feel him there with Jason, Aaron, Mel, Ingrid &amp;amp; I.  Ingrid is another friend I adore greatly.  I could not look at her, or I would have balled my eyes out.  Just thinking about it, tears start to well up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NOdQJH7CNCw&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/NOdQJH7CNCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine me singing &amp;amp; dancing the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th:  Jason &amp;amp; I went to Sunny Day Real Estate.  Amazing!  Let's hope they stay together long enuff to put out another album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMkH6xi6-Og&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/QMkH6xi6-Og&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th:  I finished my Aggie Experience Passport.  What is this?  It's designed to get students out &amp;amp; about to activities on campus.  I've been to Science Unwrapped, The Blood Battle, Major Fair, &amp;amp; Autumn Voices.  I mention the last one specifically.  It was amazing.  I ran into a new friend TJ from Harlem, New York.  He mentioned this to me &amp;amp; thet he was performing.  AMAZING!  Imagine me in my seat bobbing my head.  I couldn't contain myself.  Well done.  I'll be going again &amp;amp; again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th:  I got to see &amp;amp; meet The Ettes.  Who, you ask?  Let me introduce you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51moBarlNG0&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/51moBarlNG0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is CoCo...  She's the singer &amp;amp; guitar player.  She was so nice.  After the set, I went to buy my merch.  (I pretty much buy merch at every show.  How do bands get to the next town?  A lot of it depends on the sale of merch.)  I started talking to the bass player &amp;amp; she comes out says, "What's your name?"  Uh...  "Tom"  "Hi Tom, I'm CoCo."  I'm smitten.  We talk for some time.  I mean my crush has developed from the time I pick up the Shake the Dust record at Amoeba.  It was crush at first sight.  Now, I think I own everything.  I may be missing some import stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0KxfRLRqeg&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/b0KxfRLRqeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jem...  He plays bass.  I talked to him first on January 28, 2009.  (It's my bros B-Day.  That's how I remember.)  So nice.  Seriously one of the coolest people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxCa0NORiZw&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/GxCa0NORiZw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is Poni...  The drummer.  She hits soooooo damn hard.  She's incredible.  Beautiful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see why I'm a fan?  But they also rock.  I can't stop listening to their new album.  It's kicking my ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th:  I head out to California on Thursday.  I'm so excited.  I've been waiting for this moment since August.  I can't believe it's here.  Get me to Disneyland STAT.  But along the way, Amoeba, The Ettes show, Kathy &amp;amp; MeMa.  More craziness than you can imagine.  But more than anything, I can't wait to see Lin, Mel, Norah, &amp;amp; Tommy AND John, Kelsi, Jake, Georgia, &amp;amp; the bun in the oven.  They are the true reasons for all my trips to California.  Oh, I better not forget my partner in crime every year, Mel Led!  Always so eager to go with me.  Thanks Mel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-6333764345859864457?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6333764345859864457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=6333764345859864457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6333764345859864457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6333764345859864457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-passing.html' title='Time passing...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-88157009007766889</id><published>2009-09-06T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:04:23.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...  Labor Day Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SqSgfJeborI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2cXj5SMDk8k/s400/DSCN0266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378600311967163058" /&gt;My first break from school &amp;amp; I'm ready for a day off.  This weekend I went to a wedding for JD my Brother Dave's Brother-in-Law out at the Jensen Historic Farm.  A beautiful day for a wedding.  I got to hang with my big bro. I don't get to that very often here in Logan.  When I recieve, I'll post the coolest picture I've ever been a part of as soon as I get it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I went up &amp;amp; watched the Lady Aggie Soccer match.  I just thought it'd be nice to sit outside &amp;amp; study up on my Life Science.  Plus ladies running around in short shorts.  Why wouldn't I go up?  It was a lot of fun.  (Other than I had to sit by a BYU fan who couldn't stop talking about them beating OU.  I get it.  Just SHUT UP already.)  The Lady Aggie's are very good.  They went undefeated in conference last year.  They tied Wyoming (or WYO if you're from there I gathered sitting so close.  Who knew?)  1-1.  One funny moment, a WYO lady miss played the ball &amp;amp; yells out, "F--- ME!"  I thought it was pretty funny, but I noticed I'm the only one laughing.  BTW, this was the first sporting event I attended as a Freshman.  When they played the fight song, I'll be very honest; I got a little emotional.  I had to fight back a few tears.  So happy to be an Aggie finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving home, I noticed this up on the mountain.  (Just above Lundstrum Park if you need to know where to look.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SqShFyUZk1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/tupDke8dmCY/s400/DSCN0267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378600975765967698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the what?  It's smiley face up on the mountain.  Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I'll study &amp;amp; do some homework most of the day.  I need to get farther ahead.  Off I go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-88157009007766889?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/88157009007766889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=88157009007766889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/88157009007766889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/88157009007766889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhh-labor-day-weekend.html' title='Ahhh...  Labor Day Weekend...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SqSgfJeborI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2cXj5SMDk8k/s72-c/DSCN0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8164659657822284235</id><published>2009-08-30T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:54:59.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm still alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SptWd3cNcjI/AAAAAAAAALk/P9GAqxpLNh4/s1600-h/DSCN0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SptWd3cNcjI/AAAAAAAAALk/P9GAqxpLNh4/s200/DSCN0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375985651295285810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week is officially over.  There was a lot to take in.  First, I know you're dying to know...  I wasn't nervous at all.  I thought I'd be at least as nervous as when I fly.  Nope!  It was more like riding Space Mountain.  (I know some of you catch my drift.)  I've got a lot of reading.  I like to read, but this amount is almost ridiculous.  I'm making my way through.  I'm even ahead.  Knowing I've got The Night Marchers on Tuesday &amp;amp; other shows all September long.  The toughest thing for me is the social aspect.  I'm such an introvert.  I'm perfectly fine hanging out with myself.  It's almost more fun.  Any suggestions, I'll take 'em.  It's tough &amp;amp; very daunting.  It's a new week.  Let me see where it leads...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8164659657822284235?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8164659657822284235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8164659657822284235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8164659657822284235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8164659657822284235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-im-still-alive.html' title='Well, I&apos;m still alive...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SptWd3cNcjI/AAAAAAAAALk/P9GAqxpLNh4/s72-c/DSCN0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8895535944514299522</id><published>2009-08-23T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:22:45.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Eve...</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow!  I can't believe it.  It's here.  Am I nervous?  Kinda.  I thought I'd be a lot worse than I am.  I'll have to see how I sleep.  Here's my checklist for your approval...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get admitted...  Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOAR...  Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enroll in Classes...  Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay Tuition...  Check! (Literally)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Backpack...  Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Notebooks...  Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Pens, Pencils, Highlighters...  Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Books...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flair out Backpack &amp;amp; notebooks...  Check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SpH0uYH157I/AAAAAAAAALU/OjcCIdP51IM/s200/DSCN0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373344908016215986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What's the pad lock for?  Well, I had that on the backpack my senior year of high school.  Back then, it was more to keep it closed; this time it's to keep my iPod &amp;amp; camera safe.  One thing this bag is missing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SpH2bCU_PiI/AAAAAAAAALc/930KNlUkfiY/s200/DSCN0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373346774771514914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The '23' I hand painted.  Yes, I've framed it.  It's a piece of my history.  (Next to it, is a ceramic look-a-like of me.  I got this as a birthday present from a primary teacher, Sister Abel, when I was 7, 8, or 9.  What are they sitting on?  You can see 3 of 4 boxes full of 45s.  That's a sneak peak into my room.  I know everyone has been wondering what it looks like.  Well, there you go.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck as I open book 4 of my life.  My goal is still to post something once a week, Sunday preferably.  Forgive me if I lapse a week or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Watch out Utah State...  Cause here I come!&lt;/span&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/8587535993203391364-8895535944514299522?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8895535944514299522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8895535944514299522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8895535944514299522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8895535944514299522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-eve.html' title='On the Eve...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SpH0uYH157I/AAAAAAAAALU/OjcCIdP51IM/s72-c/DSCN0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-1518456951957284478</id><published>2009-08-14T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:24:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  I've got a plan...  Stan!</title><content type='html'>Before I reveal the decisions I've come to, I'd like to thank my support system.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Parents, Bernie or Bernice:  I didn't know what it was going to be like when they came home.  I spent most of my 4th of July holiday with them.  If I didn't say it was awkward, I'd be lying.  I'm really very introverted &amp;amp; shy even round my family.  That's how it was then.  I don't think I strung two sentences together.  But to realize on Sunday morning they were 2 hours away in Sandy not a 6 hour flight over a large body of water.  It was good to get that hug I needed so dearly after 6-1/2 years of wrapping my arms around me pretending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Mandilyn &amp;amp; her little family.  For being the first person I called after the blow.  I couldn't go home; it was Jason's birthday.  I couldn't come that second &amp;amp; be Debbie Downer.  She's not the first person that came to mind, but I knew she just let me be.  To her son, Vincent, who cracks me up incessantly over &amp;amp; over.  His innocent joy &amp;amp; happiness riding the rides at the fair.  His quoting of his lizard &amp;amp; snake movie he watches all day everyday, or him over hearing telling me tell his Mom about Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice coming up.  Now, you ask him who my parents are, he says Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason for being so understanding.  His calmness ; it seriously is a gift I wish I had.  Aaron's vigor &amp;amp; zeal to take my decision &amp;amp; help me run with it.  And everyone else I've talked, texted, IMed, emailed, spacebooked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to mention music.  For the last week I haven't want to be alone with my head.  If it wasn't for music, I'd have gone crazy.  I've had to have something to distract me all the time.  It's my lullaby at night  I'll sleep an hour &amp;amp; wake up thinking it's been 8.  I've had to turn the computer back on &amp;amp; put something on.  As John Cusack says, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just want something I can ignore."&lt;/span&gt; That statement never seemed so true.  So, thank you to my itunes library.  If you want to see them,  http://www.last.fm/user/Shy_Boy.  Not forgetting my records as they wage an offensive battle with my room.  They're winning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...  Here's the big decision...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 80% sure I'm going to school up at The Utah State University.  I had this pop into my head last Friday &amp;amp; confirmed to me on Monday when I walked around campus &amp;amp; visiting with Aaron.  Now, it's 80% because I'm waiting on BRHS to get my transcripts to admissions.  Coming out of high school or even while in high school, I was never asked if I wanted to go to college.  BRHS wanted to get me in &amp;amp; out of there so fast.  No time to dawdle.  I was an after thought.  A few teachers helped me through those days, especially senior year: Ms. Mazaros, Madame Park, &amp;amp; Coach Park.  It's always been in the back of my mind.  A lot more lately knowing something was coming at work.  I would sit at my desk &amp;amp; think about what I'd do if something happened, &amp;amp; this would be the first thing to pop up.  So here I am, an incoming 30 year old Freshman.  I'm scarred shitless.  I'd be lying if I told you otherwise.  But excited beyond compare to get going.  I'm going to worry about a job after school has started, &amp;amp; I know my schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want everyone to know I'm not bitter that everything transpired this last week or so.  I wouldn't change a thing.  Yes, it's the biggest obstacle I've had to deal, but look where it led me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:24px;"&gt;I'm going to better myself so this sure as hell won't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-1518456951957284478?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1518456951957284478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=1518456951957284478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1518456951957284478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1518456951957284478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-ive-got-plan-stan.html' title='So...  I&apos;ve got a plan...  Stan!'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-4479103505025567720</id><published>2009-08-13T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:34:40.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia...</title><content type='html'>So, I can't sleep.  I'm not sure if it's stress from the past week, the thoughts in my head, the searing pain between the shoulder blades, my f---ing mattress poking me in the back, or all four.  I'm thinking all of the above.  And yes, I know I need a new bed.  I've talked about it for some time now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-4479103505025567720?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4479103505025567720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=4479103505025567720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4479103505025567720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4479103505025567720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8602915790440361334</id><published>2009-08-11T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:50:53.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ye4Gwg6slJc&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/ye4Gwg6slJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I yelled myself hoarse for this the last time I saw these lovely ladies.   Thanks Donnas.  You still make my heart go pitter patter all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f0yleULPsq4&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/f0yleULPsq4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This good too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8602915790440361334?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8602915790440361334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8602915790440361334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8602915790440361334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8602915790440361334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8503806770843645597</id><published>2009-08-09T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:38:25.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Few Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've got a lot of things running through my head lately. I'm sorry.  I've got to get these things out before I go crazy.  Here are a few things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Wanted "Going Crazy" by The Marked Men  This will work in it's stead...  "Fix My Brain")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vd8LAm-2ixM&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/Vd8LAm-2ixM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;...  After the initial shock wore off, I fell asleep at 5:00 am.  Now, I don't know if it was the shock, the Dr. Pepper, or both.  I arose to face the day at 8:00ish.  Went through emails, responded to a few, showered, &amp;amp; got ready.  I left the house around 10:30.  I hadn't eaten since the afternoon before with Mandilyn.  I was/ am surving on Dr. Pepper.  I decided to eat at the Bluebird.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I wanted to beat the rush before Sunday's Douche Bag gathering.  See Facebook for this one...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I needed some comfort &amp;amp; some alone time.  Now, if you've been to the Bluebird, it's fallen on some hard times.  It might be one of the cool-&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/Sn_ELnT-LHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5ipGCBEMy3Y/s400/Vin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368224984659274866" /&gt;est places in Logan, but the owner has let it go to shit.  Anyway, I ate &amp;amp; went to meet Mandilyn at the Cache County Fair.  I had a blast.  J&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ust hanging with her &amp;amp; her two kids, Vincent &amp;amp; Avonlea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(I hope that's right.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vin was loving the rides.  He was getting a kick out of them, but he loves the hydraulics of it all.  He hearts to face the apparatus &amp;amp; watch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Him to the right.)  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;His chicken also won a Blue Ribbon.  It was his kind of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;I was with them up to about 3:00pm.  I came home &amp;amp; check a few things on the internet, emails mostly, but also Fantasy.  Jason asked if I wanted to see G.I. Joe.  Off we went.  It was okay.  I don't have Trasformers 2 to compare it to as being the worst thing ever, but I didn't hate it.  That's not to say I'll see it again.  NO WAY!  Go if you must, but there are holes everywhere.  After, Jason had heard we had some friends from Aaron in town from Colorado.They wanted to eat a Callaway's.  I said sure.  I've wanted to go there for awhile now.  It's in Smithfield about 5-7 miles North.  I really liked it, but our waitress was weird.  (That's the nice way to put it.)  She asked what I wanted to drink, "I said Dr. Pepper &amp;amp; keep 'em coming."  She did do that.  Afterwards, I raced to Why Sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Newish venue here in town.  Can't say they'll ever get anybody of importance, but it's nice to have a place for local musicians to play.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt; to see The Castanettes play.  A local band from the greater Tremonton area.  I've known Chris through his brothers, Charles &amp;amp; Steven.  Family friends, for me, since the Summer of 1990.  I missed them, but I was able to snag their new CD.  It's really good.  It was even recorded &amp;amp; mixed by Steven.  That really is the end of Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday...  &lt;/span&gt;I talked to my friend Kiersten  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(We go way go way back.  I've known her since 10th grade.  I always wanted to find a way to talk to her before then, but to no avail.  She moved to Tremonton in the 8th grade from SoCal.  We officailly met on our way to an assembly with Rikki (Ugh!)  We ended up sitting randomly next to each other.  I think I made a snide comment about something, &amp;amp; she laughed.  Friends since then.  One of the very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very few I still talked to from High School.  (Certain people excluded because I technically didn't talk to them till after high school.) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the night before, &amp;amp; she offered to buy my ticket to the Warped Tour.  I told her I'd have to see how I sleep.  Well, I felt pretty good after waking on Saturday morning.  I decided to go.  Thursday morning I watched the Bad Religion DVD, Live at the Palladium.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Best live DVD out there.  It's like I'm there, &amp;amp; they play all the hits.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  So, I was excited to see them play.  We get there, &amp;amp; I find out BR doesn't play till 8:15 pm.  It's 1:00ish at this point.  If you've ever gone to Warped Tour.  It's bloody hot, &amp;amp; you have to deal with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; all the idiots.  This year wasn't bad heat wise.  Although, I got a sun burn that makes me look like Two Face.  I'm pretty burnt on the left side of my face &amp;amp; normal on the right.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(As much I want to be Batman, I'll take Two Face.  At least I had Maggie Gillenhaul.  Right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  We walk around for awhile.  The group &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Some of Kiersten's friends came with us.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decide to go see The Architects.  Before, that I should mention I got Arturo Vega to sign a Ramones shirt for me.  Please wiki this &amp;amp; you'll know why this was important to me.  I really enjoyed to The Architects.  I even bought a CD.  I wish I'd run into them out &amp;amp; about.  Next, we saw Tat.  I seperated from the group; I wanted to take in everything.  See who was here &amp;amp; where it was.  I hear a girl singing.  My ears perk.  I look around &amp;amp; see Tat.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Crappy name I know, but I think it's short for the singers name Tatiana.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Now, girl singers/ girl groups are my love.  I don't know if it stems from being a lonely guy idolizing them, I guess.  Man, she was hot.  She got white hot (80's term) when I heard her talk.  Oh, that lovely British accent.  Man, oh man.  I snagged a CD during the second song from the bloke walking around with a box of them.  It's really good.  It'll take a few listens.  Think Joan Jett.  Speaking of Joan, they're making a Runaways movie.  They got Bella &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I don't know her real name.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to play her when they could've got this lovely bird.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Who's gonna play Lita?  I hope it's Ashley Tisdale! Serious.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Now, I'm starting to ache at this point.  Not to mention the hip.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's another story.  Ask if you want to hear it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I'm no spring chicken as most of you know.  I had to sit &amp;amp; rest up.  Some of us went to a bowery to rest up.  Mostly for my sake.  While sitting there, I randomly run into a friend from Logan, I haven't seen in some time.  Chip Bullen.  Chip &amp;amp; I go way back.  One of first few I met when I moved over.  Actually, I probably met him before.  He knew my brothers from their Logan days.  We caught up while listening to Shad.  A hip hop artist from Canada.  Good.  I went over with Chip &amp;amp; co. for NOFX &amp;amp; Bouncing Souls.  NOFX played the Punk in  Drublic Album.  Which was good&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me because that's the only album I know.  It's all that really needs to be said about them.  Bouncing Souls was good to see.  I've known of them since '94, I think.  When they had Thanksgiving Dinner at 27 Punk Street.  They were touring on Good, the Bad, &amp;amp; the Argyle.  Now, look at them.  Now, we wait.  It's now 7:00ish.  I've got to sit through 3OH!3.  Why are these guys popular?  Now, it's finally here.  Bad Religion is up.  I got chills when they played Recipe for Hate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HBbomYYmi4&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/0HBbomYYmi4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the songs that hooked me in 7th grade.  I can remember saving my lunch money for a month to see them in 11th grade.  Changed my life.  I bought a t-shirt &amp;amp; it mysteriously disappeared when it went through the wash the first time.  (Bernice?)  Great time.  They said they'd be back next year.  I'll believe when I see it.  I wish they'd played...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVF1JoRjU7A&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/tVF1JoRjU7A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday...  &lt;/span&gt;I woke up realizing my parents are 2 hours away not a 6 hour flight.  I showered &amp;amp; hopped in the car.  I stopped along the way at Target to use a gift card I got from work two years ago.  Used it up.  Went to Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice's in Sandy.  They were eating lunch.  Both were pretty excited to see me.  I ate lunch, &amp;amp; we talked.  I told them my plans.  They were very supportive of it.  (What's this you may ask?  You'll know when it happens.  Trust me.)  I left at 4:00 &amp;amp; meandered my way to Doug &amp;amp; Niki's new house in Mill Creek. Very nice.  I was worried upon initially seeing it in July, but very surprised by the it all.  Left there at 6:00 to see the Zombies.  Zombies, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/Sn_Wsjc60lI/AAAAAAAAAK8/92Jqo2VrD6A/s400/zombie+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368245341768045138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My buddy Chris (I've known him 15 years now.) posted a link on Spacebook about it.  People are encouraged to dress up like Zomies &amp;amp; walk down 5th South in SLC.  AWESOME!  Also, saw a few friends I haven't seen in ages...  G &amp;amp; Julie.  I was just thinking about her the other day.  Good to see here after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it really.  I'm sorry for the length.  I told you previously; I write novels.  Just look, I took up half your work day.  I'm sorry for the size of the photos too.  I took them with my phone. The battery had worn down on the Coolpix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8503806770843645597?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8503806770843645597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8503806770843645597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8503806770843645597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8503806770843645597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-few-days.html' title='The Last Few Days...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/Sn_ELnT-LHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5ipGCBEMy3Y/s72-c/Vin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-4760684498317877401</id><published>2009-08-06T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:08:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Off/On the Wagon... (Depending on how you wanna look at it.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SnvD8mVwslI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o9Jdb8sgVPs/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SnvD8mVwslI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o9Jdb8sgVPs/s400/tn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367098826793464402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been driven back to the elixir of life (As Bernie says).  I've had one 44 oz fountain, &amp;amp; I'm working on a second as we speak.  I don't think I've been this caffeinated for about 10 years or so.  Yes, 10 years without any caffeine.  I know you're asking yourself, "How did/can he survive without it?"  I just did.  I made it a goal, &amp;amp; it stuck.  This year, I cut out carbonation.  Well, not any more. It tastes amazing.  That first sip was breathtaking.  It still is.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, you're asking yourself another question, "What broke the camels back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today around 10:40 am, I was laid off from my job.  Most the office staff got it.  We were on furlough in July.  Most didn't know that.  I had to take 5 days off before the end.  If I said, I didn't see it coming; I'd be lying.  I just thought it wouldn't be me...  yet, as stupid as that sounds.  I thought they needed someone to keep components coming in to finish projects.  I guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can remember the email I got from Russ that fateful December day.  I can remember writing the address down on a post-it.  (I still have it.  Sentimental bastard...)  I can remember the drive to meet with him.  I can remember walking in &amp;amp; asking for him.  (Ken was at his desk &amp;amp; pointed me in the right direction.)  I can remember the nickel tour.  I can remember him asking if I wanted to leave Icon.  DUH!  (I was hoping on that fateful drive this would happen, but I didn't want to jinx it.)  I can remember being nervous &amp;amp; excited about it.  The day I gave my 2 weeks to Roger.  Feeling so nervous; I'd never done that.  Him understanding.  Being so happy.  I WAS OUT.  Going to California to visit my dear friends &amp;amp; my Uncle Walt for 28 on 28.  Not being sad to leave California for once.  My first day...  My first week...  My second week...  Getting yelled at...  The aluminum flying...  The ensuing 2 years, 8 months, 4 days, 2 hours &amp;amp; 40 minutes...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fun we had.  I'll never forget some of the people I met, all friends.  I hope to keep in touch with most of them; time will tell.  Getting the band back together with Russ.  Joel, for helping me learn a lot those first few days, weeks, months, &amp;amp; years.  Plus, breakfast on Christmas Morning, twice, when I really didn't have anywhere to go.  I'll never ever forget those.  Andy, sleeping in your corner.  Scott, friend I never had in high school.  (Could've been a friend.  Me, class of '97; Scott, class of '98.  KAB!)  Brent, your unfailing positive attitude.  Go Aggies!  John, for teaching me how to be a dick.  (Yes, that's right.  Sometimes you just gotta be one.)  And your even keel.  Seantae, your bulldog approach to your job.  I wish only I had that in my DNA.  I'd be a lot farther in life.  These are the people I saw &amp;amp; worked with daily.  Shop guys...  a tip of the cap to you.  You all are unbelievable  craftsmen &amp;amp; awe-inspiring at what you do.  I wish you all the best. I'm better for knowing everyone.  Cheers...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ok with it all now.  I'm sad, excited, nervous, &amp;amp; tired.  I'm tired but not tired, &amp;amp; it's not the caffeine.  (If you know what I'm saying.)  The next few month will tell what I'll do, or where I end up.  Lots of things a running amuck in my head.  One thing, I KNOW I WILL LAND ON MY FEET THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE!!!  Keep tuned in to see what happens, but it ain't happening till Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps...  I had to write this for my sanity.  Being the depressed person that I am, I had to get these thoughts out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pps...  A big thank you to Mandilyn for letting me just "be" at her house.  I couldn't be alone with myself after initial bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ppps...  John Hughes, you made some damn amazing (Yes, I know.  I've said it a lot.) iconic movies.  They sure as hell don't make them like you did.  RIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pppps...  Sorry for the novel.  If you need to walk away &amp;amp; come back, I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-4760684498317877401?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4760684498317877401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=4760684498317877401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4760684498317877401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4760684498317877401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-offon-wagon-depending-on-how-you.html' title='I&apos;m Off/On the Wagon... (Depending on how you wanna look at it.)'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SnvD8mVwslI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o9Jdb8sgVPs/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-3357961645099125197</id><published>2009-08-02T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:42:20.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Week That Was...</title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting happened to me this week.  I just thought I'd try a little more to hit this for those I don't see all that often.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SnZX1pW3rnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KhrLtlEiZyk/s200/spank_shakespeare_new_cvr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365572585204985458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see...  I finished another book.  It's called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spanking Shakespeare &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;by Jake Wizner&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;If you've ever had embarrassingly funny moments in your life, especially in high school (As I have...), I highly recommend this book.  It's about a boy, Shakespeare Shapiro, going into his senior year in high school having done none of the things most kids his age  (Even his little brother) have done.  (I'm with him on a few myself at 30 years.)  During his final year, he has to write a senior memoir.  He takes all the funny &amp;amp; embarrassing stories in his life &amp;amp; turns this in to his memoir.  With chapter titles such as...  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The  Time I Got Caught with a Pornographic Magazine in Math Class&lt;/span&gt; or  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Time My Mother Used Emotional Blackmail to Deprive Me of the Only Thing I Ever Wanted...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I laughed out loud during most of these nuggets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven't laughed out loud for something so funny since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spud&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spud...  The Adventure Continues&lt;/span&gt;.  Mr Wizner's stories within the story, but also, the story as a whole, make this an enjoyable read from start to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing,  I ran into a picture on a fave bands myspace... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.myspace.com/thenightmarchers  (Copy &amp;amp; paste the link...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a picture of one of the most famous Aggies in history. (Maybe I'm exaggerating a little, who knows...)  Let me know if you can figure it out.  Also, I saw they are coming with Modest Mouse.  That's got me all giddy like a school girl.  (You can see earlier posts on these men.)  I'm ready to see some rock 'n' roll that will knock my socks off.  Stay for a song or two...  It'll cure your RnR Heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-3357961645099125197?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3357961645099125197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=3357961645099125197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3357961645099125197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3357961645099125197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-that-was.html' title='the Week That Was...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SnZX1pW3rnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KhrLtlEiZyk/s72-c/spank_shakespeare_new_cvr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-4981304361256598020</id><published>2009-07-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:09:27.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW! Almost 6 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I haven't done this in awhile.  I really don't have much to report.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rumors are true.  Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice are home for good.  They're living in Sandy.  Yes, Sandy.  I'll have to go to In &amp;amp; Out &amp;amp; make a visit.  Not 'til then.  J/K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen friends from California in both May &amp;amp; July.  Good to see them &amp;amp; their little families.  I appreciate them coming &amp;amp; visiting with me.  Though, it may only be for a night or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see...  I've read a few books.  I would recommend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13 Reasons Why&lt;/span&gt; by Jay Asher.  Really good.  It'll give you a feel for the state I'm in lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqQ7rvpKtIU&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/NqQ7rvpKtIU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0K1v52Egvc&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/r0K1v52Egvc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of Girls &amp;amp; Pop...  Nothing's changed.  Nikki Corvette is amazing.  Sticks in your head &amp;amp; never wants to leave.  My fave...  Discovered The Shivvers on Last.fm...  Again, sticks in my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to read...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-4981304361256598020?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4981304361256598020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=4981304361256598020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4981304361256598020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4981304361256598020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-almost-6-months.html' title='WOW! Almost 6 Months...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-5613409083211441019</id><published>2009-02-01T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:57:25.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ettes...</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, I went to dinner for my Bro Dave's Birthday &amp;amp; about 20 of his closest friends.  We went to Acme Burger.  It's on 2nd West &amp;amp; Broadway.  Afterwards, I went &amp;amp; hung out with my other Bro, Doug at Monks.  About 10:30 pm, I, alone, headed down to Burt's Tiki Lounge for...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SYYn2faNF2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/hJiRKD-sIZY/s320/the_ettes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297965828745795426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ettes...  I haven't been blown away for some time at a show.  Not since the Night Marchers in September.  I discovered The Ettes on myspace, but never really heard them 'til I picked up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake the Dust&lt;/span&gt; at Amoeba in Hollywood.  I saw two cute girls &amp;amp; had to have it.  Found out their names  were CoCo, Jem, &amp;amp; Poni; how can you go wrong? First, you've got Poni (Right) on the drums.  She played a six piece set.  She had two cymbals, a high hat, snare, bass, &amp;amp; a Tom.  (I wish she had a Tom.  Ha Ha...)  I'm surprised she didn't she didn't break a head; she was pounding so hard.  I've never seen drumming like that before.  She was right on top of them.  Pounding away.  Next, Jem (Left) the bass player.  I've never noticed when listening to them before, but they are very bass heavy.  Sure, they gotta a guitar (We'll get there.), but he really drives this band.  Even got to talk to him afterward.  I bought some stuff as I always do.  Very nice.  Last is CoCo on guitar.  How can I describe her live?  She's as cute as I would've imagined.  She's the reason I bought the album.  Her song writing is very simple.  If you did too much more, it be over kill.  Her guitar playing is simple bar chords.  I'm glad I saw them before they get 'uge.  I felt like I was the only one there to see 'em.  At the very least, I was on the left side of the stage.  Don't count the douche bags in front of me.  I stood in the back as I always do; just blown away.  They didn't play my favorite song (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Wanna Go Home&lt;/span&gt;), but it may not be suitable for the live show.  I would highly suggest this great band to anyone in a rut musically.  Simple, fresh, catchy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-5613409083211441019?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5613409083211441019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=5613409083211441019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5613409083211441019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5613409083211441019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/ettes.html' title='The Ettes...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SYYn2faNF2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/hJiRKD-sIZY/s72-c/the_ettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7559342746010273673</id><published>2009-01-27T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:28:51.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bro Dave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SX--1IIP-kI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xWTu45RmSLs/s1600-h/DSCN0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SX--1IIP-kI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xWTu45RmSLs/s400/DSCN0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296161506735422018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my brother Dave's Birthday.  Some of you know him; some of you don't.  Since I'll be celebrating with him &amp;amp; The Ettes, I wanted to post something.  It's starts back when I was a sophomore in high school.  That's when I started getting away from Tremonton &amp;amp; spending the weekend at his &amp;amp; Doug's house.  (I had to get away.)  My first real concert; he was there.  We saw The Ramones in August 1995.  He called in sick to work to go.  He's showed me how to listen to music.  I listen a lot keener than I did at a young age.  We've gone to a lot of shows together, all 3 Rocket from the Crypt shows, The Supersuckers,  The Night Marchers, the Donnas @ DV8 Basement (RIP) &amp;amp; many more.  He's been in a few bands: Surly, Tarn, The Protocol, The Switch, &amp;amp; Blackhole.  I'm sure to be missing a few.  I'm proud to say I've seen them all.  Every time I went to SLC, we'd end up at DI.  Doug, Chris, &amp;amp; he would look through records while I'd meander off.  I eventually got the bug &amp;amp; started collecting myself.  (Now, I've got 700 +.)  He's been through some ups &amp;amp; downs.  I've been through some ups &amp;amp; downs.  But we've been there for each other.  I can say I would be who I am with out him.  Cheers, Dave.  Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7559342746010273673?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7559342746010273673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7559342746010273673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7559342746010273673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7559342746010273673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-bro-dave.html' title='Big Bro Dave...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SX--1IIP-kI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xWTu45RmSLs/s72-c/DSCN0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7155628234857092767</id><published>2009-01-14T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:52:54.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music of '08...</title><content type='html'>Here are five artist with new albums I dug...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Night Marchers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See You in Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KyFpA5270w&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/-KyFpA5270w&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Loved Ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Build &amp;amp; Burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bvS8WOIHD0&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/6bvS8WOIHD0&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at Life Again Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbJ-cFAxlAw&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/KbJ-cFAxlAw&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teenage Bottlerocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning Device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naoD4dWDVi0&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/naoD4dWDVi0&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocket from the Crypt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Systems Go, Vol. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mthj71-LXCQ&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/Mthj71-LXCQ&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7155628234857092767?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7155628234857092767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7155628234857092767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7155628234857092767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7155628234857092767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-of-08.html' title='Music of &apos;08...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-3546081794955855810</id><published>2009-01-02T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:01:40.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>52 Books in 52 Weeks...</title><content type='html'>One goal for '08 was to read 52 books for 52 weeks of the year.  How close did I come?  42-1/2.  &lt;div&gt;Here's the top 5 or so (no particular order):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Abundance of Katherines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Towns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-by John Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Brilliant Young Adult Novels with a mysterious girl character, &amp;amp; the guy whose out to find them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranger's Apprentice Series:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ruins of Gorlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Burning Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Icebound Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Battle for Skandia&lt;/span&gt; (the 1/2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-by John Flanagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Excellent Fantasy novels.  Follows the adventures of young Will, the Ranger's Apprentice...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spud-The Madness Continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- by John van de Ruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I've raved about Spud, the first of this series.  This, here, is the second.  Seriously, laugh out loud funny.  I busted a gut many times.  Rain Man is hilarious, but all of Spud's cohorts are a scream.  READ THESE!  Nuff said.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wednesday Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gary D. Shimdt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Magnificent book about growing up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mult. Authors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ten Authors collaborate on one novel.  They each take a turn at writing from a different perspective.  Really put together nicely.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's many more, but these are some of my favs.  As you see there's a theme, Young Adult.  Maybe, I'm trying to escape back to those times &amp;amp; see it from a different perspective.  Maybe not.  I do know I'm trying to escape.  I don't know what from, but there's something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS...  One thing (many) I didn't like were the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; books.  Boo!  Sorry ladies.  (See earlier posts...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-3546081794955855810?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3546081794955855810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=3546081794955855810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3546081794955855810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3546081794955855810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2009/01/52-books-in-52-weeks.html' title='52 Books in 52 Weeks...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7990285272928119292</id><published>2008-10-28T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:47:22.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SQfoPjqULjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cFq4mO1_kMk/s1600-h/DSCN0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SQfjzVtE8LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HrvgfFAmUn0/s1600-h/DSCN0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SQfjzVtE8LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HrvgfFAmUn0/s400/DSCN0592.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262425160744759474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In with the new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SQflAD9_faI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SlxQbUIO-uM/s400/DSCN0596.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262426478833794466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SQflXEIaRII/AAAAAAAAAGw/WnhhjGnXKYU/s400/DSCN0597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262426874014483586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's my new car!  It's a '09 Subaru Outback.  It's one of most beautiful things I own.  (Throw my computer in that mix as well.)  It's Charcoal Gray with Silver accents outside &amp;amp; Dark Gray or Black interior.  It makes driving fun again!  I went to SLC with intent to only look &amp;amp; test drive.  Friday morning, karma was telling me something.  The jeep had seen better days &amp;amp; that particular day it was leaking coolant more than usual.  Mel &amp;amp; I went to her appointment.  (Young Leaders for UW.  I don't know about that.)  I waited in the jeep.  All morning, I saw Subaru's.  It was a sign.  It had to be.  We went to Mark Miller &amp;amp; test drove again.  (I drove one in Ogden the day before.  That's a story in itself.  If you ever wonder if car salesman are conniving, ask me to tell that story.)   Three hours, 1 Jeep &amp;amp; $7000 later (It's more, trust me.), I came back to Lo-Town with a sweet new ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SQfoPjqULjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cFq4mO1_kMk/s400/DSCN0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262430043574119986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a pic for Grandma Bernice &amp;amp; Grandpa Bernie...  my nephews...  Cam, Owen, &amp;amp; Gavin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS..  Went to a Halloween Party on Saturday night.  Dressed up as a Ramone, put the contacts in, but sadly no pics.  Maybe, I'll throw it on just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PPS...  Voted today.  Felt good to check that one box.  If you know me, you know who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7990285272928119292?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7990285272928119292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7990285272928119292' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7990285272928119292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7990285272928119292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-with-old.html' title='Out with the Old...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SQfjzVtE8LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HrvgfFAmUn0/s72-c/DSCN0592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7191483350855377401</id><published>2008-10-08T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:36:47.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loved Ones...</title><content type='html'>Saw 'em again on Saturday.  Fastly becoming one of my fav bands.  For your listeingn pleasure, here's the song that got me hooked...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwKkTx57uz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwKkTx57uz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, won Logan Wesside X, Fantasy Baseball League.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7191483350855377401?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7191483350855377401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7191483350855377401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7191483350855377401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7191483350855377401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/10/loved-ones.html' title='The Loved Ones...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-1303581479498025678</id><published>2008-09-10T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:01:54.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...</title><content type='html'>Last night, The Night Marchers rocked my socks off.  Much thanks to John, Gar, &amp;amp; the rest of the band.  Made getting home @ 3:00 am &amp;amp; to work @ 8:30 am doable.  Keep up the good work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-1303581479498025678?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8328187100328204899</id><published>2008-09-02T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:16:56.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Thing...</title><content type='html'>Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice were in town (Utah) for the month of August.  I just want to say it was good to see them.  It's been far too long (almost 2 years).  Sorry no pictures.  (You know me &amp;amp; pictures.)  Go to www.idahostyers.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8328187100328204899?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8328187100328204899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8328187100328204899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8328187100328204899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8328187100328204899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-last-thing.html' title='One Last Thing...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-8975375465328826771</id><published>2008-09-02T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:11:26.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week &amp; Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What am I counting down?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SL34CrAM9cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DnlOoiSEIOY/s400/night+marchers+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241618266116126146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The night these men will blow me away.  Who are they?  THEY ARE THE NIGHT MARCHERS.  Fronted by one of the most talented men in Rock 'n' Roll, John Reis.  Who's John Reis you ask?  Let me educate you.  He is the lead singer/ guitarist from one of the best bands ever to grace my ears.  Who is this band I speak of?  It's the mighty Rocket from the Crypt (Also, Back Off Cupid, Pitchfork, Drive Like Jehu, The Sultans, &amp;amp; Hot Snakes, truly anything does turns to gold, the Midas Touch.).  I was privileged to see them 3 times.  They are 3 of the greatest shows of all time for me.  They make me so happy.   Seriously, ranking up there with my yearly visit to see Uncle Walt.  I'm so excited to see these guys.  If they weren't going to hit SLC, I was prepared to see them in Colorado.  Their album is amazing!  I listen at least once a day if not more.  Here's one of my 2 favorite songs...  We're Goin' Down...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/05BQ7yeyyAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05BQ7yeyyAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-8975375465328826771?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8975375465328826771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=8975375465328826771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8975375465328826771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/8975375465328826771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-week-counting.html' title='One Week &amp; Counting...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SL34CrAM9cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DnlOoiSEIOY/s72-c/night+marchers+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-6049767956329332491</id><published>2008-08-28T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:28:14.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does...</title><content type='html'>Me...  SLC...  6 Cute Ladies (Count 'em ...1...2...3...4...5...6; 2 of them Heathers)...  A Local Celeb...  Kilby Court...  Loom...  Pizza Drug (Mmmm...)...  2 Parties (1 Gay; 1 Straight)...  The Word Huggie...   JD...  Rob...  A Lap Dance...  Dirty Eagle...  A Hard Wooden Floor...  Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice (Yes, they're in town.)... &amp;amp; Music &amp;amp; the Spoken Word...  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Equals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;One Wild Weekend for Tom!!!&lt;/span&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/8587535993203391364-6049767956329332491?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6049767956329332491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=6049767956329332491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6049767956329332491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/6049767956329332491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-does.html' title='What does...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-121889582131398960</id><published>2008-08-18T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:34:40.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished...</title><content type='html'>The last &amp;amp; final vampire novel early Sunday morning (3:18am).  Official review...MEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-121889582131398960?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/121889582131398960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=121889582131398960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/121889582131398960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/121889582131398960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/08/finished.html' title='Finished...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-966243574019572156</id><published>2008-08-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:21:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SJfQHgP5jXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8SB62NbfF3w/s1600-h/untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to SLC to see Alkaline Trio.  Good!  Played all the hits.  Plus, American Steel was a good surprise.  Saw them back 2000 with Murder City Devils, much better this time.  Below may be the my theme song for the summer...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=38075931"&gt;Check out this video: Alkaline Trio - "Help Me"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=38075931,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=38075931,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Mel after &amp;amp; went for the new Pizza Drug.  Soooo  good!  If you've never had Pizza Drug, it's the best thing eva!  The burnt crust is the best part.  Don't let it scare you.  Some advice if wanting to try Pizza Drug, simple is the way to go.  If you get too much on it, you may not taste all the goodness, the sauce, crust, &amp;amp; fresh moz.  Mmmmm...  I want some right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SJfNi8b9lPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MPskQTIZSUM/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230875492436776178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SJfOB6gyEFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/naJMe5gVdP8/s400/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230876024496066642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After "Pizza Drug", we went to the Gateway to see if we could see any vampires.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vampires you ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SJfQHgP5jXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8SB62NbfF3w/s400/untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230878319548403058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fourth &amp;amp; hopefully final book in the Twilight Series came out.  I didn't see too many Edward's or Jacob's (NO Jacob's in fact.  I guess I coulda been Jacob.  I'm almost as hairy.  He He...) at Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles.  I saw tons of Bella's all adorned in prom dresses.  (See first in series)  We didn't stick around;  I was beat.  We ended up at Costco &amp;amp; getting it for 1/2 price the next morning.  (Suckas) No, I haven't started it yet.  I've got other things higher in the queue.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-966243574019572156?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/966243574019572156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=966243574019572156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/966243574019572156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/966243574019572156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday.html' title='Friday...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SJfNi8b9lPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MPskQTIZSUM/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-3658107130135572501</id><published>2008-07-14T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:36:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Wishes...</title><content type='html'>Good Luck in St. Louis, Clyde.  You'll be missed in SLC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-3658107130135572501?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3658107130135572501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=3658107130135572501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3658107130135572501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3658107130135572501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-wishes.html' title='Best Wishes...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-2647364822025330848</id><published>2008-06-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:21:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Walk...</title><content type='html'>I was on the search for socks &amp;amp; ice trays.  The latter being harder than you think.  In the search,  I stopped by the DI &amp;amp; found this gem...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SGhejM4xrbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lkpDb7AmIoI/s400/DSCN0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217524127156514226" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-2647364822025330848?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2647364822025330848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=2647364822025330848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2647364822025330848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/2647364822025330848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-my-walk.html' title='On My Walk...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SGhejM4xrbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lkpDb7AmIoI/s72-c/DSCN0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7053308040086704205</id><published>2008-06-27T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:50:10.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I woke up @ 4 am. I couldn't fall back to sleep.  Got up and surfed for awhile.  Went in to work @ 7 am.  I had a good outlook on how the day was going to be.  I even think I talked myself up to go to SLC.  But alas, it was never meant to be.  Just round lunch, I was smacked with a big surprise.  I bet you can't guess what it was...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SGa6d8A77aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RLVlWCpPtzQ/s400/DSCN0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217062241844325794" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURPRISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The landlord @ work was mowing this area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SGa6_4JdBeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5tBUtiFPKzc/s400/DSCN0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217062824921859554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What he was mowing with...  a swather.  He flipped a rock.  You can't tell me you hear or notice this.  (Sorry if this offends...) He was a douche bag about the whole thing.  (One other word is coming to mind about him.  It rhymes with trucker.)  I had to hold my tongue many times when I was on the phone with him.  Asked if I had window coverage on my insurance.  (Who asks that.  Let alone first thing out of his mouth.)  I never saw him &amp;amp; never confessed till he saw it in person.  Still, never apologized.  What about my plans?  He didn't care.  He was more worried about where I was parked.    I have the rocks (another one it the plastic molding) &amp;amp; told our accountant we'll mail 'em with the rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7053308040086704205?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7053308040086704205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7053308040086704205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7053308040086704205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7053308040086704205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/06/f.html' title='F!'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/SGa6d8A77aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RLVlWCpPtzQ/s72-c/DSCN0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-5112462219051845872</id><published>2008-05-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:53:35.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...  I'm back...</title><content type='html'>Sorry.  It has been a really long time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened the last couple of months.  Here are some of the high lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally finished &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse.  &lt;/span&gt;The third in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series.  It was the best one yet.  It didn't piss me off at all.  It was actually a good read.  I only wish she would've did that with the first two.  Let hope she's finishes strong.  I'll be even madder if not.  (Emails may be sent!)  I've read six other books since.  I think my favorites are the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chronicles of Vladimir Tod&lt;/span&gt;.  It happens to be another vampire series.  I'm pretty sure I like it better than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.  No, I'm positive.  (There's an oxymoron if I ever saw one.)  Anyway, if you wanna know what else I've read or would like to discuss, call or email.  Also, I'll take any suggestions on reading material.  Preferably, I like the young adult genre, but I'll look into other as long as it reads easy.  Meaning I don't like to stop pick up a dictionary &amp;amp; look up a word I'll never use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, I went to Houston for a Texas Tea convention.  It was a busy three days.  I went to a trade show.  Maybe, some of you don't know, but I work in the oil industry.  (Finally got my discount card in the mail.  50% on fuel.  Suckas! J/K!  I'm paying 3 something a gallon.  I don't look.  It'll just depress me even more.)  Houston is the center of black gold in the USA.  We've got quite a few customers in or around H-Town.  I also met with a few vendors.  (I'm the main buyer for the company.)  I saw the Astrodome which is dwarfed by the Reliant Stadium.  I just remember growing up the Astrodome being the biggest building ever.  Reliant Stadium was uge.  I went to an Astro's game.  That was a lot of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...  I finally got my picture on a Jones Soda bottle.  I finally saw it a Ashley &amp;amp; Josh's wedding.  That's pretty exciting.  Start looking for it at a store near you.  You'll know it when you see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it.  There's been a lot a TV in between.  I've picked up a new show.  Top Chef.  If you haven't seen check it.  I got addicted while house sitting in April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry no pictures.  Most of you know how I feel bout 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-5112462219051845872?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5112462219051845872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=5112462219051845872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5112462219051845872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/5112462219051845872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-im-back.html' title='So...  I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-614262417388518326</id><published>2008-03-27T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:03:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Dragon Acrobats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-wxeca73zI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UzcDwK6Ay_E/s1600-h/Golden+Dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-wxeca73zI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UzcDwK6Ay_E/s320/Golden+Dragon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182571670291603250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went down to the Eccles last night &amp;amp; saw the Golden Dragon Acrobats from the People's Republic of China.  They were amazing!  They put the Aggie cheer squad to shame, &amp;amp; yes, sadly my beloved Bear River Bear Cheer Squad.  (There isn't a cheer squad out there that tumbles better.)  Some of the things these girls &amp;amp; guys were doing, shaping their bodies.  The only word to describe it is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OUCH! &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-614262417388518326?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/614262417388518326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=614262417388518326' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/614262417388518326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/614262417388518326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/03/golden-dragon-acrobats.html' title='Golden Dragon Acrobats...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-wxeca73zI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UzcDwK6Ay_E/s72-c/Golden+Dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7405924411937785658</id><published>2008-03-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:26:53.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chewin' a Rhythm on My Bubblegum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-rpAsa73xI/AAAAAAAAAEo/z-7u5tGxdCc/s1600-h/The_Loved_Ones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-rpAsa73xI/AAAAAAAAAEo/z-7u5tGxdCc/s320/The_Loved_Ones.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182210519376584466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  I went down to the BIG city last night &amp;amp; saw a pretty amazing show.  They are The Loved Ones from Philly.  They were truly amazing!  I had a lot o' fun.  They had the best album in '06, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep Your Heart&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; lead the way for '08, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Build &amp;amp; Burn&lt;/span&gt;.  I've only bought 2 albums this year, so they have a good shot a stickin' around.  Check 'em out if you think you can handle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7405924411937785658?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7405924411937785658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7405924411937785658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7405924411937785658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7405924411937785658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/03/chewin-rhythm-on-my-bubblegum.html' title='Chewin&apos; a Rhythm on My Bubblegum...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-rpAsa73xI/AAAAAAAAAEo/z-7u5tGxdCc/s72-c/The_Loved_Ones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-7073865371601769385</id><published>2008-03-24T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:30:18.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-hT3Ma73wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mzpYqoYkWb4/s1600-h/new+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-hT3Ma73wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mzpYqoYkWb4/s320/new+moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181483578981867266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephaine Meyer is going to kill me.  I just finished &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;; the second book in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series.  By the title of this blog, I was highly disappointed.  It started out great.  There was a story that was climaxing nicely.  Then, she shut that story down and moved onto another story.  It really bothered me.  She had another &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; ending.  UGH!  I really was starting to like Jacob and where that was headed.  DAMN you Edward.  I'm reluctant to go on, but I'll say this; she has me hooked.  I gotta see where this crap is going.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-7073865371601769385?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7073865371601769385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=7073865371601769385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7073865371601769385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/7073865371601769385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/03/boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R-hT3Ma73wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mzpYqoYkWb4/s72-c/new+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-3045819418281229553</id><published>2008-03-10T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:17:18.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R9X-u5_FE7I/AAAAAAAAADM/KTH-RKAIgFM/s1600-h/DSCN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R9X-u5_FE7I/AAAAAAAAADM/KTH-RKAIgFM/s200/DSCN0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176323428525085618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a friend pass away 3 years ago this last week.  Drew was one of the first people I met when I moved to Logan.  He was manning the counter at EJ's Records, all burly in his Misfits t-shirt.  He looked 30!  I was so intimidated.  I started hanging out with Drew a little.  Mostly meeting him at practice for Throwaway Generation.  Being the Punk Rocker that I was &amp;amp; still am, this was a lot of fun.  We went to shows together.  I remember when the Get Up Kids played the DV8 Basement (RIP).  We traveled from Logan for the show.  They opened with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;; he looked at me and said, "They really are the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Up Kids&lt;/span&gt;."  We saw Doves &amp;amp; some unknown opener My Morning Jacket; Leatherface &amp;amp; Hot Water Music; &amp;amp; countless others his bands opened.  One thing I take from him was on his program at the funeral, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Happiness is  a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;choice, and I have free will."  &lt;/span&gt;Some of you knew him most didn't.  I'm here to say he was a great guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, my parents have been in Hawaii for the last 6 years next week.  If you don't know the story, here's a short version.  My grandparents were in the Hospital.  My Grandma passed before my Mom could get over to see her.  Grandpa needed 24 hour care.  They both packed a bag.  Mom packed a bag &amp;amp; left on Sunday May 15th.  I didn't get to say goodbye, but I do remember the last hug I gave her.  The smell of her pump Suave hairspray.  Monday, March 16th, I went over to be with Dad.  I was taking him to the airport in the morning.  He wanted his last meal in Utah to be at Maddox.  Sadly, it was closed.  We ended up in some restaurant in Brigham City.  It's still there.  On our way to the airport on St. Patrick's day, I asked my Dad when they'd be back; he said, "Tom, we may never come back."  How true that statement has been.  I remember the hug I gave my Dad and the old man aftershave.  Every time I smell it; it takes me back to that day.  Since then, I've seen Bernie &amp;amp; Bernice 3 times the last 6 years.  Grandpa died 2-1/2 years ago.  They are now selling the house my Mom grew up in.  She's ready to come home.  I'm not so sure about Bernie, but he'd follow Bernice to the ends of the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R9YEB5_FE8I/AAAAAAAAADU/4w9bptLmsCk/s200/DSCN0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176329252500739010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made omelets for some friends one Sunday morning.  It's all vegetarian.  Just for you Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, finished the books &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The Wednesday Wars.  Click &lt;/span&gt;is by 10 authors.  Each writes a story some how about the main character Gee.  I highly recommend this book.  Plus, the all the proceeds go to Amnesty International.  Do your good deed this year &amp;amp; Buy this book.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The Wednesday Wars&lt;/span&gt; follows Holling through seventh grade in 1967.    He's the only Presbyterian in his grade.  Every Wednesday the Catholics go to bible study &amp;amp; the Jews go to temple.  Meaning he's with his teacher, alone...  the whole year.  The things she makes him do.  This is really good as well.  I would rate it higher than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;.  So, get the bad taste of the Twilight series outta your mouth &amp;amp; read one of these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-3045819418281229553?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3045819418281229553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=3045819418281229553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3045819418281229553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/3045819418281229553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-things.html' title='A Few Things...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R9X-u5_FE7I/AAAAAAAAADM/KTH-RKAIgFM/s72-c/DSCN0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-4315509866820769368</id><published>2008-02-28T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:32:09.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Dress '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8dfxRguA0I/AAAAAAAAADE/cQdtKjpYIHg/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8ddyhguAzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oJLc_LDx7Kw/s1600-h/DSCN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8dc9RguAyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8F50SU0m9a0/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8dSZBguAtI/AAAAAAAAACM/IfGf629pU0s/s1600-h/DSCN0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8dSZBguAtI/AAAAAAAAACM/IfGf629pU0s/s320/DSCN0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172193286914179794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...  Saturday night went a social event.  I know, the introvert that I am.  I went out for the night.  I was asked to help with Red Dress 2008.  What's "Red Dress" you ask?  It's only the social event of the year.  I'd never heard of it before last month.  Jess (Dave's girlfriend/ Dave above) asked if I'd help.  She needed a sober person at the door.  There's a couple of things that you have to do before we'd let you in.  First, you had to be 21.  Second, you had to have a ticket.  Last, you had to wear a red dress.  Guys too.  I don't think; I know I've never seen so many guys in drag.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8dTlRguAuI/AAAAAAAAACU/3QMX0mGPpgY/s320/DSCN0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172194596879205090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I even helped with the DJ.  If you look closely, the far record player is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8dc9RguAyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8F50SU0m9a0/s320/DSCN0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172204904800715554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8ddyhguAzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oJLc_LDx7Kw/s320/DSCN0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172205819628749618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8dfxRguA0I/AAAAAAAAADE/cQdtKjpYIHg/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172207997177168706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of my friends that were there.  Top:  Nikki (Doug/ Chopper's Girlfriend)  She was getting a picture of me; the same time I was getting a picture of her.  I didn't get one of Doug.  I wanted to, but manning the door was a full time job.  He looked good.  He wore his normal cowboy get-up.  A red bandana print skirt with a red cowboy shirt &amp;amp; a bolo tie.  Middle...  Charles...  Bottom:  Leah, Christine, Shane, &amp;amp; Bryce...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sadly, no pictures of me.  And no, I didn't wear a red dress.  (What with these birthing hips?  Are you kidding me?  Maybe a Moo Moo.  I'll have to get Bernice to send me one for next year.)  I wore jeans with white button up shirt, black tie, and black sweater.  I thought I looked pretty damn good, but not good enough to land me some tail.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surprisingly, I had a lot of fun.  I say "surprisingly" because I usually don't.  I'm pretty shy in these kinds of situations.  This time I let it all go.  I wasn't going to see most of these people again.  I'd like to thank Leah &amp;amp; Christine for hanging out with me most of the night.  True pals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing... Happy Birthday my Grandma &amp;amp; my good friend Jill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Til next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-4315509866820769368?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4315509866820769368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=4315509866820769368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4315509866820769368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/4315509866820769368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/02/red-dress-08.html' title='Red Dress &apos;08'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8dSZBguAtI/AAAAAAAAACM/IfGf629pU0s/s72-c/DSCN0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-1746229573255260059</id><published>2008-02-25T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:23:44.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Scream; We All Scream...</title><content type='html'>This last week was met with a lot going.  Monday was Presidents Day &amp;amp; sadly my work hates former presidents.  I didn't get the day off, but I did leave early so I &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8OagBguAmI/AAAAAAAAABU/5fw024areCs/s320/DSCN0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171146672103621218" /&gt;could be with some friends from Southern California.  They are my dear friends Melanie &amp;amp; Lin with their awfully cute daughter Norah.  (Picture on right.  Norah at feeding time.  Sorry, I'm still getting used to the camera.)  I can't, but feel happier when I see this kid.  She is the cutest thing ever.  I'll have you know; the Wilde's Christmas card is still my wall paper at work.  It's good every day to start the day with a smile.  It was fun to be with good friends.  Also attending were Aaron, Jason, &amp;amp; Mel Led.  We all haven't been together since "The Best Damn Fireworks" '06.  We met at Mel Led's penthouse apartment over looking the city. Mel took Soffe &amp;amp; I for a tour of the place.  I was secretly looking for Kyle Korver.  The newest member of the Utah Jazz.  I know Mel was hoping for a sighting as well.  (He's got 2 more years on his contract.  Mel, there's still hope.)  Mel made veggie lasagna &amp;amp; I brought down salad, Atwood's Ranch Dressing (Best EVER!), &amp;amp; Crumb Bros. Bread.  Fun times were had by all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished the book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Twilight.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I have to say my official review is "MEH."  It wasn't the greatest book I've ever read, but it wasn't the worst.  To me, it really wasn't that entertaining.  It read pretty fast which I liked , but there were things that bugged me.  I think the thing that did it was Bella's absolute obsession with Edward especially the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8TuWhguArI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wx7IVsUxtAI/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171520342848307890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; Enough with the eyes, I know they're golden.  I guess they showed what state he was in.  Another thing is the Star Trek ending.  Star Trek:  Next Generation was notorious for having conflict beaten easily the last ten minutes.  It bugs me that &lt;/span&gt;Twilight&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; did the very same thing.  Nothing...  Nothing...  Nothing...  Conflict...  Easily handled.  Come on!  I guess the book was written for a teenage girl granted, but gimme a break. They aren't dumb or are they?  I wouldn't know.  I'll read the sequels.  I've heard they're better.  May be the first one was setting things up.  I don't know.  I'll find out soon enough.  I'll be starting &lt;/span&gt;New Moon&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; soon.  I've also heard through the rumor mill that Stephanie Meyer will be rewriting the story from Edward's perspective.  I'll have to say that may be the better story, but only time will tell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have good week.  I've got the next one working up in my head.  Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-1746229573255260059?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1746229573255260059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=1746229573255260059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1746229573255260059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/1746229573255260059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-scream-we-all-scream.html' title='You Scream; We All Scream...'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R8OagBguAmI/AAAAAAAAABU/5fw024areCs/s72-c/DSCN0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587535993203391364.post-496822114345969026</id><published>2008-02-04T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:04:05.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Editors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R6ewGhWMgvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8y2xb0LOiPk/s1600-h/editors+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R6ewGhWMgvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8y2xb0LOiPk/s320/editors+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163289123880731378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to see Editors for the 3rd time, and the 2nd in the last 6 months.  If you haven't seen them, do it now.  What are you waiting for?  Go now!  They are going to be uge (Yes, I meant to leave the "h" off.).  From the show in September, the # of people tripled.  It was packed.  Still playin' all the hits. My personal fav &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt; is always awesome.   Still closin' with Finger in the Factories.  I just opened the new LP (Long Player/ Record) and got a CD with it.  Let me say this, it's better than the first.  Suprising, I know!  Do yourself a favor and go see this band.  If you can't go buy both albums.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R6e1TBWMgwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9ife-gbPlwc/s320/DSCN0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163294836187235074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS...  I've learned to make this.  It's shortbread and it's YUM-O(Rachel Ray)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587535993203391364-496822114345969026?l=tomsthebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/496822114345969026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8587535993203391364&amp;postID=496822114345969026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/496822114345969026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587535993203391364/posts/default/496822114345969026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomsthebomb.blogspot.com/2008/02/editors.html' title='Editors'/><author><name>Tom Styer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08867920877488492168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/THpxxQSMXBI/AAAAAAAAANA/KnbLMdYuTNE/S220/DSCN0329.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s12uckr7ibs/R6ewGhWMgvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8y2xb0LOiPk/s72-c/editors+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
