<?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-17121070</id><updated>2012-01-05T21:03:54.188-05:00</updated><category term='breasts'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='mars'/><category term='gray'/><category term='self'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='punslinger'/><category term='journal'/><category term='science fiction'/><category term='Giants'/><category term='Constitution'/><category term='She-Ra'/><category term='romance'/><category term='future'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='pagan'/><category term='Esperanto'/><category term='reality'/><category term='pipe tobacco'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='webcam'/><category term='dream'/><category term='cowboy hat'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='Tarot'/><category term='librivox'/><category term='liife'/><category term='links'/><category term='mythology'/><category term='Golden Age'/><category term='social networks'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='tongue'/><category term='monopoly'/><category term='short story'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='Evolution'/><category term='cigar'/><category term='Sir Francis Bacon'/><category term='sideburns'/><category term='pythia'/><category term='debates'/><category term='love'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='Philip Jose Farmer'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Korean War'/><category term='fictionpress'/><category term='republican'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='change'/><category term='winter'/><category term='Mickey Spillane'/><category term='USA'/><category term='hope'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='memories'/><category term='human history'/><category term='picture'/><category term='trinity'/><category term='persona'/><category term='fable'/><category term='Nintendo'/><category term='German'/><category term='Shakespearean Quotes'/><category term='chat'/><category term='new year'/><category term='age'/><category term='democrat'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='philiosophy'/><category term='He-Man'/><category term='handlebar mustache'/><category term='New Years Day'/><category term='campy movies'/><category term='ramble'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='women'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='Mediaeval Baebes'/><category term='isometrics'/><category term='assholes'/><category term='demon'/><category term='mutant'/><category term='culture'/><category term='quit smoking'/><category term='werewolf'/><category term='music'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Uncle Sam'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='blog'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='life'/><category term='time'/><category term='election day'/><category term='Preamble'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='7up'/><category term='Mike Hammer'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='history'/><category term='men'/><category term='Latin'/><category term='hats'/><category term='Karl Marx'/><category term='Honest Abe'/><category term='1980&apos;s'/><category term='creative energy'/><title type='text'>CaptainCraft's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>If you fell into a bottomless pit you would not fall forever. After awhile your body would die and decay. Finally, after a long period of time the bones would dissolve into nothing. Thus you would not fall forever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).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-17121070.post-8201552163971558983</id><published>2011-11-17T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:25:16.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediaeval Baebes'/><title type='text'>Veni Veni Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/t0v7nv2s3tQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0v7nv2s3tQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0v7nv2s3tQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8201552163971558983?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8201552163971558983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8201552163971558983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8201552163971558983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8201552163971558983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/11/veni-veni-bella.html' title='Veni Veni Bella'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3587706015023873211</id><published>2011-10-28T00:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:21:53.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handlebar mustache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>New Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThlPp--RmpY/TqorFT9IiAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Uni0IBJKfPo/s1600/Snapshot_20111027_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThlPp--RmpY/TqorFT9IiAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Uni0IBJKfPo/s320/Snapshot_20111027_7.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a current picture of me sporting my new American made&amp;nbsp;hat. As you can see my handlebar mustache has gotten bigger and I'm wearing my glasses. I'm going to get better pictures up someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3587706015023873211?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3587706015023873211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3587706015023873211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3587706015023873211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3587706015023873211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-hat.html' title='New Hat'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThlPp--RmpY/TqorFT9IiAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Uni0IBJKfPo/s72-c/Snapshot_20111027_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7922275934969960458</id><published>2011-09-09T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T18:06:21.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarot'/><title type='text'>Giants and Ancestors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been reading more blogs lately, spending more time searching for new insights. I have been reading blogs written by preachers, tarot card readers, and the like. They use different tools to try to achieve the same goal; namely happiness. I have read about over coming giants and turning to your ancestors for help. All of this is fine and is a great exercise in using your imagination. Your problems become giants and your solution is turning to help from either God or dead people. It depends on the problem and the circumstances of life and I have been giving some thought to the problem. It is all in how you perceive things. If you take things in a positive attitude, then you will be happy. Every challenge should be looked forward to as a chance to show off your greatness. Life is just living and how you take it deeps greatly on how you perceive it to be. Don’t expect too much and expect everything to go badly. If things turn out just a little bit better than that then you’ll be giving yourself a little gift. Find the good in any situation and things will start to turn around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-7922275934969960458?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7922275934969960458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7922275934969960458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7922275934969960458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7922275934969960458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/09/giants-and-ancestors.html' title='Giants and Ancestors'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6598805023141055730</id><published>2011-09-02T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:39:29.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isometrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Change is in the air and a new month is up on us. Every month, every day for that matter, is a chance to renew old resolutions and a chance to celebrate our successes and a chance to contemplate our shortcomings and to take steps to change these things. I have started a new program that I designed to exercise the mind, body, and spirit, this being the trinity that dwells in each of us. For the body I have put together a series of isometric and self-resistant exercises. For mind, I have been doing exercises in an Esperanto workbook. For the spirit, I have been viewing Tarot cards and studying their meaning and how their meaning applies to my life. I have been trying to figure out a few things, including how to curb my self-destructive behavior. Some people would say that some of the things that I would like to change are no big deal and others would find them to be repulsive. What is virtuous for one person may not be so for another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One of the things that I would like to change in myself is the largely negative attitude that’s been creeping over me in the last few months. Perhaps, it’s the slow economy or the overwhelming angst that seems to be in the air these days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-6598805023141055730?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6598805023141055730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6598805023141055730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6598805023141055730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6598805023141055730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4469264257815077541</id><published>2011-08-28T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:04:26.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediaeval Baebes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pythia'/><title type='text'>Ride for Glory/Pythia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/g6nfsEFicvs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g6nfsEFicvs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g6nfsEFicvs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-4469264257815077541?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4469264257815077541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4469264257815077541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4469264257815077541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4469264257815077541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/08/ride-for-glorypythia.html' title='Ride for Glory/Pythia'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5309209817769911220</id><published>2011-08-28T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:05:17.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediaeval Baebes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pythia'/><title type='text'>No Compromise/Pythia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/V12TOW_QlPs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V12TOW_QlPs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V12TOW_QlPs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-5309209817769911220?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5309209817769911220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5309209817769911220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5309209817769911220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5309209817769911220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-comprise-by-pythia.html' title='No Compromise/Pythia'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-43969290338015439</id><published>2011-08-20T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:51:55.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sir Francis Bacon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Me and Francis Bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JwBVPWzeag/TlByMlfOA-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/sc_gtAR0ZFA/s1600/museum+354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JwBVPWzeag/TlByMlfOA-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/sc_gtAR0ZFA/s400/museum+354.JPG" width="400" /&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/17121070-43969290338015439?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/43969290338015439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=43969290338015439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/43969290338015439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/43969290338015439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-and-francis-bacon.html' title='Me and Francis Bacon'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JwBVPWzeag/TlByMlfOA-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/sc_gtAR0ZFA/s72-c/museum+354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-1478737518287549883</id><published>2011-08-12T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:20:01.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life on Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The planet Mars is closer to the Earth than it has ever been. Is there life on the red planet? The photographs and our highly technologically developed instruments say no. Can we trust our photographs and highly developed instruments? If the life on Mars was five million years more advanced than we are, they could easily make our instruments say anything they want them to. Why stay hidden from us? The easy answer is they don't want to put up with our bull shit. To them, we are just primitive animals and they don't want to bring us to their level, for they know that when we get to their level, we will just conquer them. Why not just conquer our planet? The answer is, because H. G Wells is right. Their bodies don't have immunity to the diseases on our planet. So, they wait and watch. They have no interest in our planet and we will never have the technology to go theirs. Right now they could be working on medicines that would allow them come to our planet and if this happens it will be a dark day, indeed. They will destroy us. We are too divided and too primitive to think we can stop the Martians from invading us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All we can do is hope and pray that the Martians will be unable to unlock the secrets to the diseases that plague this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-1478737518287549883?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/1478737518287549883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=1478737518287549883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1478737518287549883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1478737518287549883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-on-mars.html' title='Life on Mars'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2235926910088044567</id><published>2011-07-09T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:18:00.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Life Before Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A lot of people are curious as to the question is there life after death? That's an interesting question and most people I know would answer that with a big fat fucking yes, but the question that has been floating through my mind is this: "Is there life before birth?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do we exist in some part of the galaxy, even before we are born? Haven't you ever got the feeling that you existed some where else before you were born? I am beginning to think that there is a possibility of life before birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I picture our life before birth as one of great joy and pleasure. We are spirits or lights floating around the universe wandering to and fro the heavens. We chat and play games with the other spirits, until one day we disappear. One by one, a material force gathers and imprisons us in a clay shell, thus our carefree existence is ruined. That's why we cry at birth, we are mourning and longing for our carefree life again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Will we ever know the joy that we knew before our birth or are we destined to spend eternity in some hell? Who knows what is in store for us in the future? We don't know where we've been, so how the hell do we know where we are going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-2235926910088044567?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2235926910088044567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2235926910088044567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2235926910088044567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2235926910088044567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-before-birth.html' title='Life Before Birth'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5605853196701704506</id><published>2011-07-06T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:02:15.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mythology'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It has been a long time since I wrote a fresh blog post. I haven’t really thought of anything new to add to this thing, but I wanted to record, for my own personal reasons, the books that I am currently reading. One is the traditional book made of paper and the other book is a public domain on the sacred texts website. The first is &lt;em&gt;The Norse Myths&lt;/em&gt; by Kevin Crossley-Holland and other is&lt;em&gt; Gods and Fighting Men&lt;/em&gt; by Lady Augusta Gregory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-5605853196701704506?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5605853196701704506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5605853196701704506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5605853196701704506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5605853196701704506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/07/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6877733004056180679</id><published>2011-07-05T14:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:16:00.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is the value of knowledge? Just how much can a human being learn about anything? If you learned everything that everyone ever knew, would you know the complete truth concerning the universe or not? You would know a lot of useful stuff and some shit that was completely useless or would you? Is there any such thing as useless knowledge? When you learn something whether it is true or false it is classified as true knowledge or false knowledge. Most philosophers will tell you that true knowledge has value and false knowledge has zero value, but philosophy is more or less bunk (A lot like history). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What really determines the value of knowledge? It is not important to determine whether or not the knowledge that you contain in your head is true knowledge or false knowledge. If you spend your time trying to do that, you will end up either killing yourself or you will become an unbearable asshole that no one wants to be around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's say you start studying mythology and gain a shitload of knowledge on elves and let's also say you grow to believe in the existence of elves, based on your studies of mythology and folklore. Now, we all know that elves are bullshit, because they are not real. This doesn't mean that this knowledge is without value. If you write a top selling book or convince someone to believe in your idea, then your idea has value. Knowledge's value is not determined by whether it is true or false, but whether or not you can use that idea to better your living conditions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-6877733004056180679?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6877733004056180679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6877733004056180679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6877733004056180679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6877733004056180679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/07/knowledge.html' title='Knowledge'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6797744594868259725</id><published>2011-06-13T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:14:00.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Humanity's Ultimate Goal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The imagination is one of the greatest gifts that we have. This gift has enabled us to produce the world that we live in. Everything that we build, write, and create is first produced in our minds. We form images of what we want to build, even before we start building it. We go through the steps one by one in our heads. This means that the world around us is a product of our imagination. The big cities, our homes, cars, airplanes, and everything else we create, was first imagined in our minds, both individually and collectively. Where would we be without our imagination? We would still be living in caves and swinging from trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is our goal now? What greatness can we imagine for ourselves? What is the ultimate goal that we as human beings want to achieve? Does humanity have a goal or are we just running around this planet living out our little lives without purpose or reason? I have heard it said that it doesn't matter where you came from, but it is where you are going that is the important thing. Where are we going? Are we going to hell in a hand basket? Is this our ultimate unchangeable destiny? Are we going to destroy ourselves and our planet? Are we doomed or can we achieve greatness with our great gift of imagination? Can we use this God given gift to conquer our diseases? And I mean of them: political, physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, and any other disease you can think of. Do we have it in us to turn this world into a Utopia, a heaven on Earth, or are going to turn this into a hell on Earth. What is our goal as a race? Will we ever be able to come together in the common bonds of brotherhood and sisterhood? Can the great minds of our day ever sit down at one table and discuss a goal for humanity? I have never had this question answered for me, what is humanity's goal? Do we even have a say in it? Or has God reserved this privilege for himself? Maybe, we are dealt a hand and we have to play it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is humanity's goal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-6797744594868259725?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6797744594868259725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6797744594868259725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6797744594868259725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6797744594868259725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/06/humanitys-ultimate-goal.html' title='Humanity&apos;s Ultimate Goal?'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5358436322072961944</id><published>2011-06-06T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:12:01.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dream People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dreams have always interested me. When we are dreaming and we have a conversation, just who are we really talking to? Is this image just a creation of our own my mind or is this image an outside force trying to communicate something grand to us. If we admit that the image is a product of our own mind, then we spend a lot of time talking to ourselves. If that's true, ninety percent of the world's population is fucked up. If we admit that the image is an outside force trying to communicate to us, then we open up a bigger can of worms. Is this force good or evil? Does it have our best interests at its heart? Where is the force? Is it of God or Satan? Maybe, both? Maybe, neither. It could be an alien being from another planet. It could a superior race of people inhabiting an unknown part of our own world. Maybe, we unknowingly communicate with each other in the dream state. Now, if that's true that really opens up a can of worms. That would mean that if we dreamt that we were having a fight with someone, we really are having a fight with someone. If we dreamt that we had sex with someone then we would really be having sex with someone. Just think how hard it is to maintain relationships in this reality, now, we have the dream people to worry about too. But, if the dream people are just products of our own minds, it is still a messed up world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-5358436322072961944?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5358436322072961944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5358436322072961944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5358436322072961944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5358436322072961944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/06/dream-people.html' title='Dream People'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-8177604903088923497</id><published>2011-05-05T14:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:06:00.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breasts'/><title type='text'>Concerning Women's Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have always been a big supporter of women’s rights and it is true some advancement has been made in this cause. But women still have a long way to go before they can enjoy the same equality as a man. The other day, I was watching a television news program and it had a story where a woman had passed out due to heat exhaustion while mowing her grass. Why did this happen to her? When I looked at her clothes I saw that she was wearing a shirt. It is my belief that if she had been shirtless, she might not have passed out. Why can’t a woman take off her shirt while she is mowing her grass or doing yard work? Men can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some people will say that women have large breasts and it is wrong to showcase them where other people could see them. But some men have large breasts and they can go shirtless. It is time that women should be allowed to enjoy this basic human right. Women do as much yard work as a man and they should be allowed to do it in comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is the harm in seeing a woman shirtless? This is none as far as I can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now some advice to women reading this. When you are doing yard work take off your shirt if you feel hot. There is no reason why you should suffer. Don’t let your basic human rights be infringed upon. Women have gained much ground and there is still much more ground to be gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8177604903088923497?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8177604903088923497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8177604903088923497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8177604903088923497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8177604903088923497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/05/concerning-womens-rights.html' title='Concerning Women&apos;s Rights'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7385832217974022924</id><published>2011-04-05T14:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:04:00.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Concerning Time No 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A year is measured by the number of days it takes the Earth to go around the sun, and a day is measured by the Earth spinning on its own axis. But, does this really have any relevance to what time is? Our past was what we were a moment ago. Every moment, old cells in our bodies die and new ones form to take their places, that is time to human beings the dying and renewing of oneself. This means every one of us has a unique age. Even two twins maybe a different age under this definition of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This means that if you see an old man and a young man walking down the street, the old man may indeed be younger than the young man. The reason for this is the old man may have more moments in which his body will renew itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-7385832217974022924?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7385832217974022924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7385832217974022924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7385832217974022924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7385832217974022924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/04/concerning-time-no-3.html' title='Concerning Time No 3'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-11650094882000269</id><published>2011-03-15T14:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:02:00.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Concerning Time No 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It seems to me that the position of the sun and the stars in the sky may not determine our past, present, or future. To get a better idea of what I am saying consider a tree. A tree starts out as a seed that is its beginning. A tree grows at a certain rate into a sapling. It then continues to grow until it is a full size tree. If we look at the tree at its current size that is its present, and its past is when it was a seed, a sapling, and every other size in between its current size. It is always drifting into the future, because it is always changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The sun's rays do play a part in its growth, but it alone doesn't determine the tree's destiny. Time for the tree is best measured by its growth. The end of the tree's time is when its changes come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-11650094882000269?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/11650094882000269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=11650094882000269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/11650094882000269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/11650094882000269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/03/concerning-time-no-2.html' title='Concerning Time No 2'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6760243601619153947</id><published>2011-03-14T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:00:00.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Concerning Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Time. We all live in the boundaries of time, but what is time? It is a very difficult concept to put into words. It could be defined as change. When something changes is proof that time exists. Our understanding of time is so limited. We break time up in seconds, minutes, hours, days, decades, centuries, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If time is defined by the position of the sun, then no two spaces ever share the same time. We are always walking through time. If we walk in the direction of the sun are we walking in the past of the point that we started walking from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-6760243601619153947?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6760243601619153947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6760243601619153947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6760243601619153947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6760243601619153947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/03/concerning-time.html' title='Concerning Time'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3982409817162400757</id><published>2011-03-12T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:58:00.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liife'/><title type='text'>Concerning Persona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Persona means the social front, facade, or mark an individual assumes to depict to the world at large the role in life that he is playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The above is a dictionary meaning of the word persona. It has been said by certain poet-philosophers that for every person we know is the same number of persons that we have within us. I know this to be true. To our parents we assume the role of children. To our children we assume the role of parents. To our brothers and sisters the role of sibling. The list goes on and on. We often bury our true selves under all these different masks that we have to put on. To some people, we are strong and brave. To others we are weak and cowardly. Some people look to us for guidance, while we are sheep to others. In life we are called upon to play our many roles. If we pay attention to the people around us we can play the part that they desire of us. But how bad it is when we get confused and play the wrong role to the wrong person. When this happens should we say, "I am sorry. I meant that for another?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would they understand? Will they admit that they are playing a part too? We must do that which is required of us. We must wear our masks and play our parts to perfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Woe to us if all our personas came out at once! It would be chaos and our mind would shatter under the strain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3982409817162400757?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3982409817162400757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3982409817162400757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3982409817162400757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3982409817162400757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/03/concerning-persona.html' title='Concerning Persona'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2267004376844617364</id><published>2011-03-07T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:56:01.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Concerning Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Music is a sound arranged in such a way as to reflect a mood. Music can sound beautiful; it can invoke a forgotten memory. Ah, the beauty of music. Some people claim that music is the universal language. There are few in the world that does not at least like some form of music. Music can make the day go by faster. It can paint a mental picture in our head. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then music is worth ten thousand pictures. All cultures at all times have made use of the power of music. Television shows and movies would be nothing without music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Music sparks our imagination. It can lift us to the highest stars or sink into the lowest pits of hell. What kind of music we listen to, tells more about our character than nearly anything else we can do. We become our music. We are music. Our lives are music; the secret to the universe is music. Oh, glorious music the maker of nations, the great lover, the great friend, the perfect foe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He who controls music controls the soul. Music is all around us. We hear it when we hear a waterfall; we hear it when we hear rain dripping into a bucket. Our whole lives are a musical that is sure to end on a tragic note. But, be not of despair for there is a universal hope of a new life. A resurrection piece should be played after the tragic note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The most popular form of music is music concerning itself with love. Every form of music goes back to the greatest of human emotions, love. All classical music can be considered love music of sorts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Music can be composed to cause hate, but that sort of music will fade from the collective human mind. The music of love is too powerful, it is too strong. In time it shall smash the hate music. And it shall stand alone and rule alone. The deeper and more interesting music shall destroy the fad music composed for the sole purpose of profit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Music makes masters and slaves of us all. And it does these two things at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-2267004376844617364?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2267004376844617364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2267004376844617364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2267004376844617364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2267004376844617364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/03/concerning-music.html' title='Concerning Music'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5481127051814647967</id><published>2011-03-05T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:54:00.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Concerning Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are there some memories in our head that don't belong to us? Could some of our memories in our head belong to our ancestors? This is a possibility. Our looks, personality, health, and everything about us have been determined by our genetic code handed down to us through our ancestors. It stands to reason that we should receive some memories from our great ancestors. Who has not seen a bonfire and thought of images of long ago? Who has not thought of the ancestors of long ago, while staring at a fire? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Many Americans, I know, have visited the countries of their ancestors and felt they had been there before. Could this be a result of an inherent memory? Who has not been in the woods and not imagined a herd of buffaloes or imagined a great hunter from long ago? Could this be a result of an inherent memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Of course, there are a thousand different explanations to the questions above, but inherent memory is one possible explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-5481127051814647967?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5481127051814647967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5481127051814647967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5481127051814647967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5481127051814647967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/03/concerning-memory.html' title='Concerning Memory'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-8918337221566675315</id><published>2011-02-28T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T01:18:37.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fable'/><title type='text'>The Practical Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Three travelers were wandering through the desert. They were lost and their mules had died. They walked many days and nights without food or water. Now, as you know, the desert is hot. The heat was drying these men out. Their hopes were running out. They needed water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finally, a miracle happened. They found a tent and under this tent was a table. On this table was a glass of water. The first man saw the glass and spoke, "This glass is half full."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The second man saw the glass and spoke, "Oh, dear. This glass is half empty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The third man said nothing, but grabbed the glass and drunk the water. After he finished drinking, he spoke, &lt;em&gt;"Gentleman, you have to take advantage of any situation whether the circumstances are good or bad."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8918337221566675315?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8918337221566675315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8918337221566675315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8918337221566675315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8918337221566675315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/02/practical-man.html' title='The Practical Man'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4313054765373477041</id><published>2011-02-26T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:55:35.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Friendship and Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;It has been quite a while since I last wrote a fresh blog post. Between Fictionpress, Facebook, Blogs that I follow, and the weather channel's website to get the local weather conditions is how I spend most of my online time. The Internet doesn't seem&amp;nbsp;quite as impressive to me as it once was. It seems to me to be too overwhelming. It will take many generations to see if it made any kind of a good impact on society. I would go so far as to say that in fifty years that it will create its own society with its own system of laws, maybe even its own reality separate from the reality in which I now dwell in. I think television has done that now to a point. How far does a person base their judgments on their own thoughts and not on the influence of a television program? Beauty, right and wrong, what to say and how to say it is fed to us by the flat screen box. It is better than being a mediaeval serf. In that time period, they told what to think and if you didn't they burnt you at the stake. At least that what they taught me in school, never really thought to question it. There's one thing I can say that the Internet has taught me. It has taught me not to get to worked up if I don't read how a fiction story ends. Most web writers never finish a story that they write. Which helps me when I start reading a book, if I don't like the plot I throw the book away. Since it's no longer so important to me to know how a story works out. My father once said that there was only seven different story lines and I think that I have read them all anyway. Once you read two or three books by an author, you've read every plot that they will ever use anyway. I notice that my stories repeat common themes. I write nearly everyone the same review like: Good job. Update soon. I really mean it. It's like hell what more do you want me to say? Usually, if someone whines for more I just stop reading their work. I mean damn it's just a fiction story, some BS amusement to pass the time and unwind from a day's work. Fiction never really meant much more to me than that. I think I'll post that on my profile at fp. I had a post idea about friendship, but everyone knows that friends come and go. Most people are friends with one another due to circumstances and when the circumstances change so do the friends. I might post that on my Facebook page. I have rambled enough, so happy reading. When you click off my page, I know you will forget me in a matter of moments. I'm ok with it, it is how the world wide web works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-4313054765373477041?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4313054765373477041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4313054765373477041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4313054765373477041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4313054765373477041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/02/friendship-and-fiction.html' title='Friendship and Fiction'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4925010215065693767</id><published>2011-02-14T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:51:00.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Concerning Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is the attraction, desire, or affection felt for a person who arouses delight or admiration, or elicits tenderness, sympathetic interest or benevolence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Above is the dictionary definition of the word love. Under this definition love is an attraction, a desire or affection felt for another person. The definition implies that the object of love must do something to arouse love. From this definition we learn that love is a two-way street. In order to be the object of love, you must invoke some kind of positive emotion. Some people we just naturally like. Some people have to earn our love. They don't have the surface qualities that we like. But when these people earn our love is it not a stronger love? It seems to pierce our soul deeper when a person, who we don't even like, earns our love. Some people we seek out for lovers are those who please the animal nature in us. The love we have for these people fades when that quality they had vanishes. Those who earn our love are those who we should desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How cruel it is for those who please our soul cannot please our flesh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How cruel it is for those who please our flesh cannot please our soul! Love doesn't make much sense. It cannot be entirely explained. Many great poets and philosophers have been perplexed by love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A hundred pains for one joy. A million teardrops for one smile. It consumes our flesh. It drains our strength, our wealth, our health, and this draining feeling makes us desire it more. Love is one animal that cannot be tamed no matter how clever we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-4925010215065693767?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4925010215065693767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4925010215065693767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4925010215065693767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4925010215065693767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/02/concerning-love.html' title='Concerning Love'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-1223009927787618105</id><published>2011-02-11T13:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:43:00.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Concerning Imagination Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagination is a tool that is used by all writers, storytellers, musicians, occult members, philosophers, poets, scientists, etc. It is believed by some that there are different planes of reality in our world. This is true, at least on a certain level. We can get to another plane of reality simply by sitting in a room, in the forest, on a bus, or any where we are. It is a simple trick of the mind to leave this plane of reality and go to another. First, one should start forming images of the world they wish to visit. Paint this world in any fashion that you wish it to be. When the image of this world is in your mind, look ahead of you and picture this imaginary world in front of you. Keep concentrating on it, until you can see it and you know that it is there. Next, you will have to leave this world and go to that world. To do this, imagine a foot bridge over a gulf that separates you from the world that you are now in and the world that you want to go. Start walking this foot bridge, imagine a strong wind making your journey difficult, imagine mist and smoke when you are on this foot bridge. Now walk, keep walking until you have reached the world that you painted in your imagination. When you make it to that world; talk to the people, elves, fairies, or whatever you imagine to be in your world. The more you concentrate on it, the more real your world shall become. This is the secret to traveling from one plane of reality to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-1223009927787618105?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/1223009927787618105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=1223009927787618105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1223009927787618105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1223009927787618105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/02/concerning-imagination-part-3.html' title='Concerning Imagination Part 3'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4446935951702944975</id><published>2011-02-10T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:45:00.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Concerning Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead body or purely chemical matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life, it is the first and most important gift that we receive. Whether we received this gift by design or chance does not change its importance. Life is to be classified into two main branches: the good life and the bad life. How can one live the good life and how can one avoid the bad life? I have read many books concerning this topic, talked to a lot of people, and observed things for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is my answer (my theory of the good life): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We need to learn to have a grateful spirit. We should stare in awe at the beauties of nature, the achievements of man, the glory of the universe, and be happy that we are part of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life travels faster than light. We need to learn to enjoy it. Spend time with friends, family, and lovers. We can spend our time crying over our failures, our lover's lost, our dead family members or friends. If we can't remember them and smile, then are we really doing their memory any good? We must enjoy life. We must savor nature. We must make love to our lovers. We must say to hell with the bad and say bring on the good. Life is a fleeting gift and one that must be enjoyed while it lasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If we dream, build happy places in our minds, visit the good sights in this plane of reality and others, we will not have time to concern ourselves with the bad things of this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The best way to summon this up is to say that the most important thing about life is being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-4446935951702944975?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4446935951702944975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4446935951702944975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4446935951702944975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4446935951702944975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/02/concerning-life.html' title='Concerning Life'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-335275759855654141</id><published>2011-02-08T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:41:00.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><title type='text'>Concerning Ghosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been thinking about the subject of ghosts. Are they real or are they just our imaginations playing tricks upon us. Here are some theories that I have come up with about ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. They are dead people or animals. They are wandering souls killing time before God destroys this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. They are image imprints. This is a new theory of mine about ghosts. The reason we can take pictures is because a camera captures the light of our image. Maybe, there is something in nature that captures the light of our images and when the right natural elements mix, it develops into a picture. In other words, what people see when they see ghosts are nothing, but motion pictures found in nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Ghosts are produced in our minds and when we are alone we project this image in a field, in bed beside us, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. We see something out of the corner of eye, we turn to see the image, but it is gone. It could be a bird, a real person, or an animal, but because we didn't see this image, our imagination quickly tells us that it is a ghost or some other supernatural object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-335275759855654141?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/335275759855654141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=335275759855654141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/335275759855654141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/335275759855654141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/02/concerning-ghosts.html' title='Concerning Ghosts'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-8878488100907039286</id><published>2011-02-06T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:37:00.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Concerning Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are dreams? Nearly everyone has them. Every religion on our planet makes mention of dreams. Dreams are said to be the way the divine communicates with us. Many of the great thinkers have testified that they arrived at their solutions through dreams. Are our dreams the products of our own minds or are there outside forces that dictate our dreams to us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some dreams are just images of the things that we have seen in our daily life such as traffic signs, trees, houses, people, etc. These dreams are no doubt just the product of our minds. What about a dream where we talk to someone? Have you ever had a conversation with someone in your dream? Did this person answer your questions and make statements to you? Could this person be just a product of your imagination? If so, then you spent your night talking to yourself. But, what if this person was an outside force that had entered your head through certain electrical frequencies produced in the chambers of your brain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8878488100907039286?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8878488100907039286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8878488100907039286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8878488100907039286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8878488100907039286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/02/concerning-dreams.html' title='Concerning Dreams'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4079105797304689154</id><published>2011-02-05T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:33:00.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Concerning Destiny and Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Destiny is the predetermined course of events often conceived as a resistless power or agency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chance is something that happens without any discernible human intentions or direction and in dissociation from any observable pattern, casual relation, natural necessity, or providential dispensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Above is the dictionary definition for the two words destiny and chance. The big question in life is which one is true and which one is false. Nearly, all religions state that destiny is the truth and that nothing happens by chance. Have our lives been predetermined for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have been dealt the cards and all we have to do is play the hand. Do we play the hand that we are dealt or does destiny do that for us too? It is hard to determine and make a judgement call on this issue, for one cannot see every event and chain of events that happen to us at one time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The three major religions of western civilization in one voice agree that destiny is the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the Norse religion, we learn of three goddesses of destiny, Urd (Fate), Skuld (Being), and Verdandi (Necessity).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the Greek and Roman religion we learn of the three fates: Clotho, who spun the thread of life; Lachesis, who held it and fixed its length; and Atropos, who decided when to cut the thread of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The third religion, Christianity, also affirms destiny as the truth. These verses can be read to show that destiny is taught in Christianity: (Ephesians 1:5, 1:11), (Romans 8:29-30), and the Lord's Prayer can be used as proof of destiny being taught in Christianity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, destiny has on its side the three religious traditions that have shaped the western world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Philosophers debate the issue, as does science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Although more and more, science is coming to realize that life is predetermined by our DNA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What does all this have to do with anything? This information frees us from the fear of death. Why fear destiny? The fates can be cruel, no doubt. But, in the end justice shall triumph over injustice. Everything happens for a reason. We must learn to read the signs concerning our destinies. Once we get an idea on what our destinies are to be, we can make our life's decisions based on this knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-4079105797304689154?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4079105797304689154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4079105797304689154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4079105797304689154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4079105797304689154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/02/concerning-destiny-and-chance.html' title='Concerning Destiny and Chance'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4547936173427842780</id><published>2011-01-11T20:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T00:12:08.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediaeval Baebes'/><title type='text'>Mediaeval Baebes - Lead Us Into Temptation -  Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/4ZBkI6imT6U/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ZBkI6imT6U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ZBkI6imT6U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-4547936173427842780?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4547936173427842780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4547936173427842780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4547936173427842780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4547936173427842780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/01/mediaeval-baebes-lead-us-into.html' title='Mediaeval Baebes - Lead Us Into Temptation -  Interview'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6467735798338066576</id><published>2011-01-08T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:30:00.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Concerning Debates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debates. They happen everyday and without reason. Why are debates debated? The first answer is because people care about the issues at hand and they really want to solve the world's problems. But, this is not the case all of the time. Many people argue the issues just to make money. And why not? Making money makes the world go around, said a famous person. How can you make money at debating the issues? Think about it. Every issue has, at least, two sides. One side will print literature refuting the other's side and the other side will do the same. So, the printers make money no matter what side they print. Now, you can't let it go at this. You must raise money and hire "experts" to refute the literature and the other side will have to raise money to hire "experts" to refute the other side's "experts". As you can see a lot of people benefit from an issue. The left wing has their people making money and the right wing has their people making money. This is the main reason that issues like: evolution vs. creationism, civil rights, smokers vs. anti-smokers, etc are being so passionately debated today. There are a lot of people arguing these issues without really wanting to solve them. Most issues people solve for themselves and they don't need to be bothered by the "experts" on the radio, in print, or on television. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Start a debate and both sides will thank-you for it. After all, they both will make money. Is this wrong? No, for the master debaters are amusing to watch and they have to eat too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-6467735798338066576?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6467735798338066576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6467735798338066576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6467735798338066576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6467735798338066576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/01/concerning-debates.html' title='Concerning Debates'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-339386444123547095</id><published>2011-01-07T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:39:00.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Concerning Dreams Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who are we really talking to when we talk to people in our dreams? Are we simply having a conversation with a person who is a product of our own imagination or is this a real person from another plane of reality? More than likely the first explanation is the correct one, but the second one is a possibility. Can we communicate with other human beings on this planet through dreams? It is possible, if the brain can send electrical signals out of the skull. Some people believe that dreams are the door way of this world to the otherworld. No doubt dreams have been used by the Deity to communicate to us. Examples of the can be found in the Bible (Genesis Chapter XL, Matthew Chapter I Verse 20). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some people claim that departed loved ones visit them in dreams. Dreams have inspired people to do great things and bring positive changes to our world. Often we wake-up and we can't remember our dreams. Maybe, we should try harder to recall them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If the people we talk in our dreams are just a product of our imagination, then we are a fucked up race of creatures. I have been thinking what does the images in mind our really look like and where do they come from. If a person thought of a pink house and a scientist type asshole took a picture of the inside of person's head, they would just have a flash of light or something. Maybe, the reality is that everything is just flashes of light and our reality is created for us by our own imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-339386444123547095?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/339386444123547095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=339386444123547095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/339386444123547095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/339386444123547095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/01/concerning-dreams-part-2.html' title='Concerning Dreams Part 2'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-8866316330139275995</id><published>2011-01-07T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:27:00.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Concerning CyberCulture</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There is a new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There is a new place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it is called Cyberspace&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wrote those lines a few moments ago, as I think about the subject of cyberspace and cyberculture. In the last ten years, the Internet has become a powerful force. Even the mighty television culture has received some honest competition from it. Now, we can sit in our homes and communicate with nearly every country in the world. Maybe, this will be of some good. We are learning about other people from other countries and other walks of life. The Internet is a new frontier and like any new frontier, it has its dangers. There are thieves, perverts, jerks, morons, and bigots out there. They Spam you, they try to obtain personal information from you, and there are other things they try to do. However, we cannot let this stop us from taking advantage of this new found outlet. For the first time the average person can have an effect on the culture. Through Internet groups, chartrooms, blogs, etc, we can get our ideas to the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe, we can form bonds with people from all over the world and maybe we can obtain world peace from these bonds. From interacting with other people from the Internet, I have learned that all people are the same and different. We can use this common bond to work for better things. Maybe, the average man and woman can achieve that which the world leaders have failed to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8866316330139275995?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8866316330139275995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8866316330139275995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8866316330139275995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8866316330139275995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/01/concerning-cyberculture.html' title='Concerning CyberCulture'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7214269085130327857</id><published>2011-01-04T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:12:58.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediaeval Baebes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>A "Lost" Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Book Review: Mediaeval Baebes: Songs of the Flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Mediaeval Baebes are a group of women with angelic voices who perform songs and mediaeval poetry set to music. They have achieved that which is hard to achieve today, namely, originality. So, after I had discovered their music through a WebCrawler search entitled mediaeval music and listen to a few of their songs, I became hooked on their music. Then, I went to Amazon.Com and done something for them that I had never done before for any other musician, I bought all of their albums. It was the Spring of this year that I finally ordered their book called, Mediaeval Baebes: Songs of the Flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This book was put together by photographer and artist Vania Zouravliov. The text was provided by Marie Findley with additional material by Katharine Blake. The images depict the baebes in erotic poses and the text is a mixture of essays, poems, and thoughts concerning dreams and their interpretation of them in the mediaeval period. This book, like the baebes, is an original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a scale of one to ten (one being total crap and ten being perfect), this book is a ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In addition, I would like to say that I got the opportunity to see the Mediaeval Baebes perform in Columbus, Ohio this year and they sounded even better in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: This review was written in December 2007. It was one of those things that I “lost” on a disc, but recently rediscovered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-7214269085130327857?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7214269085130327857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7214269085130327857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7214269085130327857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7214269085130327857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/01/lost-book-review.html' title='A &quot;Lost&quot; Book Review'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3058600456078764955</id><published>2011-01-03T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:37:39.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human history'/><title type='text'>Human History Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ideas are people and people are ideas. What is the meaning of that you may ask. We associate certain ideas with people. And this is probably the origin of the gods. The first prophets were probably philosophers that held a deep appreciation for the universe and the ideas that separate us from the animals. But, describing all of this to the people must have been a difficult task. A lot of scholars would call the people ignorant and stupid for not being able to grasp the philosophers' ideas, but this really isn't fair to the people of those ages long ago. The life of the average person was difficult. He had to work all day. He hunted, he fished, he chopped wood, he built houses, and the many other daily tasks that had to be performed. And he had to do it with the most Spartan of tools. (I am talking about the age before the great empires of Britain, Rome or even of Egypt. I am talking about the age of the first glorious empire.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The philosopher had a heavy task to perform, for he knew civilization could not advance without the guidance of these important ideas that he had gathered for a lifetime. He and his forefathers spent their lives researching, though the use of philosophic inquiry and the scientific method. The people's lives were very busy, so the philosophers became poets and the poets became prophets. They composed stories that carefully hid the philosophic truths and scientific principles that they had learned. They told the people their stories and the people delighted in them. They made these storytellers their prophets and gave them authority over their lives. They gave the storytellers a living and allowed them to live in monasteries, removed from the people and yet part of everyone's lives. This pleased the storyteller and this allowed him to continue his work. Every new principle discovered caused a new story to be invented. The principles of wind, water, fire, and earth existed in the form of a god. Moral principles became gods and goddesses to the people. The people enjoyed these stories and their lives improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These stories allowed the storytelling philosophers and scientists, time to build a glorious empire. The Empire was so advanced in sound principles of morals, medicine, and technology that the world population gladly rejoiced in it. The world advanced and advanced. All secrets concerning the universe were discovered. People could communicate with the animals and each other without speaking a word. Then the beginning of the end occurred. One philosopher got greedy; corruption had entered into his heart. Slowly he started to corrupt the other philosophers; those who submitted became like him, while those who didn't were killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This evil one convinced the other philosophers to become the gods they had invented and so the immortals walked the Earth. In order to fool the people the wicked philosophers performed surgeries on themselves to remold their features to those of the idols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now the idols walked the Earth. These "gods" demanded the people to worship them. The people, at first, were amazed to meet the gods, but that soon changed. When the gods just existed in the mind, they did good works through their prophets, but now that they had a material existence they did evil. They worked the people like slaves. No work, no medicine. No work, no new technology. The gods no longer gave people new ideas, medicine, or technologies. They only took and took. They held the keys to the technology and they alone knew that they were just mortals. They had the secret medicines that allowed them to extend their lives for many generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This empire was glorious. There was no energy crisis in this world, for the people could draw energy from the plants, the sun, the dirt, etc. The gods became lazy, so they picked the brightest people and educated them to be philosophers and scientists. These men and women were given the keys to the kingdom of knowledge. For many generations these philosophers served the gods, until one rebelled. He knew that the gods were just men, who had just extended their lives through secret medicines. Slowly, he tried to convince the people that the gods were just foolish and wicked men (Some people were convinced and some were not). The gods killed him publicly. They thought that this would end their grief, but it didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;More and more people followed the good philosopher's teachings and soon war broke out. The weapons that were employed tore the world into seven separate pieces. The golden age had come to end. The survivors of this Great War started small primitive tribes. Human beings had degraded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The small primitive tribes amused themselves with the stories of the great mostly forgotten empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As the world rebuilt itself, these stories evolved into the mythologies that we know today. In Greece, the Great Empire became known as Olympus and in the north the Great Empire became known as Asgard. And thus, the world came to exist, as we know it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3058600456078764955?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3058600456078764955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3058600456078764955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3058600456078764955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3058600456078764955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/01/human-history-part-1.html' title='Human History Part 1'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-8600262465430139441</id><published>2011-01-02T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:56:24.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Balances of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh these balances of life they are a tricky thing. We must have balance in our lives. We cannot work too much or we become workaholics. We work too little we become slackers. We must have a happy medium. We must become walking compromises if we expect the world to love us. We must have balance in our life. We can't allow ourselves to become too hard hearted and we can't afford to be too soft hearted. We need balance in our lives. We can't allow ourselves to become too fat or people will laugh at us. We can't get to skinny or people will tease us. Why must the universe be governed this way? It may not be fair, but that is how it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The universe survives by balancing itself out. So, delicate is the balances of life. Too much or too little will make people hate us. We will be unlovable. Oh, how cruel people can be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We must play a give and take game with ourselves. We must add a virtue and we must subtract a vice. We must add a vice and we must subtract a virtue. We continue the epic struggle with ourselves, until we have balance. Oh, glorious balance, it is you who decides if people love us or hate us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If we can become 50% good and 50% evil people will love us. Sometimes, we do too much good and we are called self-righteous. Sometimes, we do too much evil and people call us criminals. Oh, what a world we live in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8600262465430139441?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8600262465430139441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8600262465430139441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8600262465430139441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8600262465430139441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2011/01/balances-of-life.html' title='Balances of Life'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-1357441186137957022</id><published>2010-12-30T19:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:54:51.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human history'/><title type='text'>Human History Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mysteries have always been apart of our life. Many of the important questions in life had no answers, until now. I have gained knowledge that must be shared with my fellow human beings. I have gained this knowledge through tireless efforts of research and mainly through an over-active imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One of the most important questions ever put forth by the great philosophers is, why do men have nipples? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They would have this answer if they had only known about the Great Empire from so long ago. In part one, I told about the origins of the gods and this one is dedicated to one of the great eternal questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the early days of the Great Empire, the people had both sex organs and they were referred to themselves as man. The Great Empire, in its full glory, covered the entire Earth. The land mass was large, but the philosophers and scientists noticed a startling problem. The Great Empire was getting over populated, because early man reproduced by masturbation. When a man got pregnant, he could not perform his duties. The philosophers and scientists knew something had to be done. So, they told the people that the gods would punish them if they got pregnant more than once. But, even the punishment from the gods could not make the people quit masturbating and reproducing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The philosophers and scientists studied the problem day and night. A naturalist and skilled surgeon named Gender solved the problem. In his studies, he noticed that most animals were either male or female and that they were not male and female in one. So, with a chosen team of scientists and surgeons, he devised a surgery that would separate the two sexes. They picked two test subjects and went to work. Months passed and success was to be had. Gender was successful in separating man into male and female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He made the male for physical labor, for seed production, and for thinking. He made the female for beauty, singing, for child bearing, and for house cleaning. For a time Gender thought it would be best if the new males and females shared the nursing duties, but this failed. When it was the male's time to nurse the baby, the chores went undone. So, he done away with these milk men and made the nursing duties fall solely to the woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gender had done a good service for the Great Empire, therefore, he got to name the female and he called her woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The question often asked during the second age of the Great Empire was, what did Gender give you? Slowly, that question evolved into what is your gender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Author's Note:This was exactly&amp;nbsp;a story outline. I found a disc that a ton of my writings that I thought was lost, but now can be posted for your reading pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-1357441186137957022?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/1357441186137957022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=1357441186137957022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1357441186137957022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1357441186137957022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/12/human-history-part-2.html' title='Human History Part 2'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2976397334949549941</id><published>2010-12-19T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:13:59.719-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Day'/><title type='text'>New Years Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It has been too long since I have written a serious post. Wait, I never wrote a serious post too often on here. The end of the year is upon me. It is a time for reflection and to consider what you have done in life. It is also a time for new beginnings, although everyday is a new beginnging, but New Year's day is the time that this fact really hits home. I have already set a few new goals for myself, not going to outline them here, so I wonder why I keep a blog sometimes. I don't use it much and I never kept a diary before. I have tried to about five times. You write down all kinds of pointless matters in it and when something cool happens you are too tired to&amp;nbsp;record it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-2976397334949549941?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2976397334949549941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2976397334949549941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2976397334949549941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2976397334949549941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-day.html' title='New Years Day'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5703442390837003822</id><published>2010-12-05T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:53:50.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preamble'/><title type='text'>The Preamble Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Purpose of this project is to present to my readers the Preambles to United States Constitution and to each of the States’ constitutions. I have never seen all fifty-one of them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United States Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;this Constitution for the United States of America. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delaware Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Through Divine goodness, all men have by nature the rights of worshiping and serving their Creator according to the dictates of their consciences, of enjoying and defending life and liberty, of acquiring and protecting reputation and property, and in general of obtaining objects suitable to their condition, without injury by one to another; and as these rights are essential to their welfare, for due exercise thereof, power is inherent in them; and therefore all just authority in the institutions of political society is derived from the people, and established with their consent, to advance their happiness; and they may for this end, as circumstances require, from time to time, alter their Constitution of government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pennsylvania Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WE, the people of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of civil and religious liberty, and humbly invoking His guidance, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Jersey Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of New Jersey, grateful to Almighty God for the civil and religious liberty which He hath so long permitted us to enjoy, and looking to Him for a blessing upon our endeavors to secure and transmit the same unimpaired to succeeding generations, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Georgia Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To perpetuate the principles of free government, insure justice to all, preserve peace, promote the interest and happiness of the citizen, and transmit to posterity the enjoyment of liberty, we, the people of Georgia, relying upon the protection and guidance of Almighty God, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Connecticut Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The People of Connecticut acknowledging with gratitude, the good providence of God, in having permitted them to enjoy a free government; do, in order more effectually to define, secure, and perpetuate the liberties, rights and privileges which they have derived from their ancestors; hereby, after a careful consideration and revision, ordain and establish the following constitution and form of civil government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Massachusetts Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The end of the institution, maintenance, and administration of government, is to secure the existence of the body politic, to protect it, and to furnish the individuals who compose it with the power of enjoying in safety and tranquillity their natural rights, and the blessings of life: and whenever these great objects are not obtained, the people have a right to alter the government, and to take measures necessary for their safety, prosperity and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The body politic is formed by a voluntary association of individuals: it is a social compact, by which the whole people covenants with each citizen, and each citizen with the whole people, that all shall be governed by certain laws for the common good. It is the duty of the people, therefore, in framing a constitution of government, to provide for an equitable mode of making laws, as well as for an impartial interpretation, and a faithful execution of them; that every man may, at all times, find his security in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, therefore, the people of Massachusetts, acknowledging, with grateful hearts, the goodness of the great Legislator of the universe, in affording us, in the course of His providence, an opportunity, deliberately and peaceably, without fraud, violence or surprise, of entering into an original, explicit, and solemn compact with each other; and of forming a new constitution of civil government, for ourselves and posterity; and devoutly imploring His direction in so interesting a design, do agree upon, ordain and establish the following Declaration of Rights, and Frame of Government, as the Constitution of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maryland Preamble &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the People of the State of Maryland, grateful to Almighty God for our civil and religious liberty, and taking into our serious consideration the best means of establishing a good Constitution in this State for the sure foundation and more permanent security thereof, declare: (Then goes into Maryland’s Declaration of Rights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South Carolina Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of South Carolina, in Convention assembled, grateful to God for our liberties, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the preservation and perpetuation of the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Hampshire Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Doesn’t have one or isn’t given at the state’s website, goes immediately to the state’s Bill of Rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virginia Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Doesn’t have one or isn’t given at the state’s website, goes immediately to the state’s Bill of Rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New York Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WE,THE PEOPLE of the State of New York, grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, in order to secure blessings, DO ESTABLISH THIS CONSTITUTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;North Carolina Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of North Carolina, grateful to Almighty God, the Sovereign Ruler of Nations, for the preservation of the American Union and the existence of our civil, political and religious liberties, and acknowledging our dependence upon Him for the continuance of those blessings to us and our posterity, do, for the more certain security thereof and for the better government of this State, ordain and establish this Constitution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhode Island Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, grateful to Almighty God for the civil and religious liberty which He hath so long permitted us to enjoy, and looking to Him for a blessing upon our endeavors to secure and to transmit the same, unimpaired, to succeeding generations, do ordain and establish this Constitution of government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vermont Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Doesn’t have one goes directly to Chapter I called A DECLARATION OF THE RIGHTS OF THE INHABITANTS OF THE STATE OF VERMONT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kentucky Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the Commonwealth of Kentucky, grateful to Almighty God for civil, political and religious liberties we enjoy, and invoking the continuance of these blessings, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tennessee Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHEREAS, THE PEOPLE of the territory of the United States, south of the river Ohio, having the right of admission into the General Government as a Member State thereof, consistent with the Constitution of the United States, and the act of cession of the State of North Carolina, recognizing the ordinance for the government of the territory of the United States, north west of the river Ohio, by their Delegates and Representatives in Convention assembled, did, on the sixth day of February, in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and ninety-six, ordain and establish a constitution or form of government; and mutually agreed with each other to form themselves into a free and independent state, by the name of ‘THE STATE OF TENNESSEE’; and whereas the General Assembly of said State of Tennessee, (pursuant to the third section of the tenth article of the Constitution) by an act passed on the twenty-seventh day of November, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and thirty-three, entitled ’An act to provide for the calling of a Convention,’ did authorize and provide for the election, by the People, of Delegates and Representatives, to meet at Nashville, in Davidson county, on the third Monday in May, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and thirty-four, ‘for the purpose of revising, and amending (or changing) the Constitution’: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WE, therefore, the Delegates and Representatives of the People of the State of Tennessee, elected and in Convention assembled, in pursuance of the said Act of Assembly, have ordained and established the following amended Constitution and form of Government for this State, which we recommend to the People of Tennessee for their ratification; that is to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohio Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of Ohio, grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, to secure its blessings and promote our common welfare, do establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louisiana Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of Louisiana, grateful to Almighty God for the civil, political, economic, and religious liberties we enjoy, and desiring to protect individual rights to life, liberty, and property; afford opportunity for the fullest development of the individual; assure equality of rights; promote the health, safety, education, and welfare of the people; maintain a representative and orderly government; ensure domestic tranquility; provide for the common defense; and secure the blessings of freedom and justice to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indiana Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TO THE END, that justice be established, public order maintained, and liberty perpetuated; WE, the People of the State of Indiana, grateful to ALMIGHTY GOD for the free exercise of the right to choose our own form of government, do ordain this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mississippi Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of Mississippi in convention assembled, grateful to Almighty God, and invoking his blessing on our work, do ordain and establish this constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Illinois Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the People of the State of Illinois - grateful to Almighty God for the civil, political and religious liberty which He has permitted us to enjoy and seeking His blessing upon our endeavors - in order to provide for the health, safety and welfare of the people; maintain a representative and orderly government; eliminate poverty and inequality; assure legal, social and economic justice; provide opportunity for the fullest development of the individual; insure domestic tranquility; provide for the common defense; and secure the blessings of freedom and liberty to ourselves and our posterity - do ordain and establish this Constitution for the State of Illinois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alabama Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That the great, general, and essential principles of liberty and free government may be recognized and established, we declare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maine Preamble &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Objects of government. We the people of Maine, in order to establish justice, insure tranquility, provide for our mutual defense, promote our common welfare, and secure to ourselves and our posterity the blessings of liberty, acknowledging with grateful hearts the goodness of the Sovereign Ruler of the Universe in affording us an opportunity, so favorable to the design; and, imploring God's aid and direction in its accomplishment, do agree to form ourselves into a free and independent State, by the style and title of the State of Maine and do ordain and establish the following Constitution for the government of the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missouri Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We the people of Missouri, with profound reverence for the Supreme Ruler of the Universe, and grateful for His goodness, do establish this constitution for the better government of the state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arkansas Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the People of the State of Arkansas, grateful to Almighty God for the privilege of choosing our own form of government; for our civil and religious liberty; and desiring to perpetuate its blessings, and secure the same to our selves and posterity; do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michigan Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of Michigan, grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of freedom, and earnestly desiring to secure these blessings undiminished to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Florida Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of Florida, being grateful to Almighty God for our constitutional liberty, in order to secure its benefits, perfect our government, insure domestic tranquility, maintain public order, and guarantee equal civil and political rights to all, do ordain and establish this constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texas Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Humbly invoking the blessings of Almighty God, the people of the State of Texas, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iowa Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WE THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF IOWA, grateful to the Supreme Being for the blessings hitherto enjoyed, and feeling our dependence on Him for a continuation of those blessings, do ordain and establish a free and independent government, by the name of the State of Iowa, the boundaries whereof shall be as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wisconsin Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of Wisconsin, grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, in order to secure its blessings, form a more perfect government, insure domestic tranquility and promote the general welfare, do establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;California Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the People of the State of California, grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, in order to secure and perpetuate its blessings, do establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minnesota Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the state of Minnesota, grateful to God for our civil and religious liberty, and desiring to perpetuate its blessings and secure the same to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oregon Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We the people of the State of Oregon to the end that Justice be established, order maintained, and liberty perpetuated, do ordain this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kansas Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of Kansas, grateful to Almighty God for our civil and religious privileges, in order to insure the full enjoyment of our rights as American citizens, do ordain and establish this constitution of the state of Kansas, with the following boundaries, to wit: Beginning at a point on the western boundary of the state of Missouri, where the thirty-seventh parallel of north latitude crosses the same; thence running west on said parallel to the twenty-fifth meridian of longitude west from Washington; thence north on said meridian to the fortieth parallel of north latitude; thence east on said parallel to the western boundary of the state of Missouri; thence south with the western boundary of said state to the place of beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Virginia Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Doesn’t have one goes immediately to Article I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nevada Preamble &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We the people of the State of Nevada Grateful to Almighty God for our freedom in order to secure its blessings, insure domestic tranquility, and form a more perfect Government, do establish this CONSTITUTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nebraska Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people, grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, do ordain and establish the following declaration of rights and frame of government, as the Constitution of the State of Nebraska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorado Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of Colorado, with profound reverence for the Supreme Ruler of the Universe, in order to form a more independent and perfect government; establish justice; insure tranquillity; provide for the common defense; promote the general welfare and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this constitution for the "State of Colorado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;North Dakota Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of North Dakota, grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of civil and religious liberty, do ordain and establish this constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South Dakota Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of South Dakota, grateful to Almighty God for our civil and religious liberties, in order to form a more perfect and independent government, establish justice, in-sure tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare and preserve to ourselves and to our posterity the blessings of liberty, do ordain and establish this constitution for the state of South Dakota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montana Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We the people of Montana grateful to God for the quiet beauty of our state, the grandeur of our mountains, the vastness of our rolling plains, and desiring to improve the quality of life, equality of opportunity and to secure the blessings of liberty for this and future generations do ordain and establish this constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Washington Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of Washington, grateful to the Supreme Ruler of the Universe for our liberties, do ordain this constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idaho Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of Idaho, grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, to secure its blessings and promote our common welfare do establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wyoming Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of Wyoming, grateful to God for our civil, political and religious liberties, and desiring to secure them to ourselves and perpetuate them to our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Utah Preamble &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grateful to Almighty God for life and liberty, we, the people of Utah, in order to secure and perpetuate the principles of free government, do ordain and establish this CONSTITUTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oklahoma Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Invoking the guidance of Almighty God, in order to secure and perpetuate the blessing of liberty; to secure just and rightful government; to promote our mutual welfare and happiness, we, the people of the State of Oklahoma, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Mexico Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of New Mexico, grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of liberty, in order to secure the advantage of a state government, do ordain and establish this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arizona Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of the State of Arizona, grateful to Almighty God for our liberties, do ordain this Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alaska Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of Alaska, grateful to God and to those who founded our nation and pioneered this great land, in order to secure and transmit to succeeding generations our heritage of political, civil, and religious liberty within the Union of States, do ordain and establish this constitution for the State of Alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hawaii Preamble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We, the people of Hawaii, grateful for Divine Guidance, and mindful of our Hawaiian heritage and uniqueness as an island State, dedicate our efforts to fulfill the philosophy decreed by the Hawaii State motto, "Ua mau ke ea o ka aina i ka pono." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We reserve the right to control our destiny, to nurture the integrity of our people and culture, and to preserve the quality of life that we desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We reaffirm our belief in a government of the people, by the people and for the people, and with an understanding and compassionate heart toward all the peoples of the earth, do hereby ordain and establish this constitution for the State of Hawaii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that concludes the list of preambles to the nation and each state’s constitutions. I had read the Preamble to United States’ Constitution and Ohio’s before, but none of the rest. Some of the preambles have more poetic value than others, but each is unique and important. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-5703442390837003822?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5703442390837003822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5703442390837003822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5703442390837003822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5703442390837003822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/12/preamble-project_05.html' title='The Preamble Project'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3057798129644575953</id><published>2010-11-15T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:17:33.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediaeval Baebes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's hard to believe that Thanksgiving is next week. It just seems like yesterday I was making plans for the summer. Now, it is time to dig in for the winter. I have already started my Christmas shopping. I know it sounds scary, but Christmas will be here before we know it. I have started writing a new story for fictionpress. I thought about not doing another one, but it helps to pass the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One more thing I did get an email yesterday stating that the Mediæval Bæbes were getting a new album put together. I'll probably buy it if it is made available in the USA. That's about all I can think of for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wishing You Good Health And Plenty of Wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3057798129644575953?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3057798129644575953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3057798129644575953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3057798129644575953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3057798129644575953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-668183465531817070</id><published>2010-11-03T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:22:42.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monopoly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Election Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Election day was yesterday and the Republicans have taken back the House. Will this change anything? It really takes a lot of imagination to pretend that they are much different from the Democrats. Will they work together to bring solutions to the issues facing the American people? I don't see any reason that they will. If you get pissed at the Democrats, you just vote in Republicans and if you get pissed at the Democrats you just vote in Republicans. It is just a monopoly in two parts. The only way&amp;nbsp;the Democrats will truly work with the Republicans is when there are two other major parties to give them some real competition. It's like the old saying the enemy of my enemy is my friend. After the election results were read, I went to bed disappointed as usual. The Democrats and Republican still have the power. It is insanity to keep doing the same thing and expect a different result. It is insanity for me to keep voting when I know the winner will be a Democrat&amp;nbsp;or a&amp;nbsp;Republican. Maybe someday a few new parties will emerge that will break the two part monopoly. Since I'm dreaming I might as well dream big and dream of the day when the American people will see each other as Americans first and political parties second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-668183465531817070?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/668183465531817070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=668183465531817070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/668183465531817070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/668183465531817070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/11/election-thoughts.html' title='Election Thoughts'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-859582025181501441</id><published>2010-11-01T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:26:47.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Coming of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Days grow shorter and nights longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;New things turn brown and decay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grim Reaper comes from shadows to claim his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sky darkens and snow is coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Plans are made and feasts are to be consumed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fear will turn to hope, for&amp;nbsp;we know Spring&amp;nbsp;will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spring shall wear a dress of pretty colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Creatures of God shall mate and begin life anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-859582025181501441?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/859582025181501441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=859582025181501441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/859582025181501441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/859582025181501441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/11/coming-of-hope.html' title='The Coming of Hope'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3235929244476740203</id><published>2010-10-18T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:24:16.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I sit staring at the darkness out my window. I have gotten more hits on my short essay about Personas than I did on&amp;nbsp;my last series of stories that I wrote last autumn. I like to&amp;nbsp;do most of my writing&amp;nbsp; this time of the year. I really do&amp;nbsp;love this time of the year. The changing leaves, the cooler weather, and the tics disappear. Well, that's all I have to say tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wishing my readers good health and plenty of wealth, CaptainCraft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3235929244476740203?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3235929244476740203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3235929244476740203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3235929244476740203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3235929244476740203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-night.html' title='Autumn Night'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7709384138678040751</id><published>2010-10-15T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:38:36.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespearean Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networks'/><title type='text'>Know Thy Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In&amp;nbsp;a world where social networking, chatting, and role playing games are becoming more popular, gets me thinking about the old adage: "Know thy self and be divine." A simple statement and it should be easy to know thy self, after all, you spend every moment of your life with yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I recently read a critic who stated that too many people are more interested in creating online profiles than they were in creating a true self identity. There are always critics complaining about modern advancement and lamenting about the supposed &lt;em&gt;good old days. &lt;/em&gt;There was never a time when people did not create a profile or a persona to play in public. In nearly every social situation people have they&amp;nbsp;wear&amp;nbsp;masks to enable them to survive in public and private life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Proof in this is the Shakespearean quote: "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So the idea that people have been creating profiles, or parts, to play before others is nothing new. The problem was not caused by social networking. The question is this: is it wrong to play a role for others and is having a true self really that important? I answer that both are important. It matters not if another person knows the real you. It serves no purpose, but to disillusion that person. It would expose your weaknesses to the world. But, it is important for you to know your real self that way you know how to disguise your weaknesses with a&amp;nbsp;public mask. Nobody is interested getting to know another human being, they are only interested in watching the&amp;nbsp;drama of life play out before their eyes. You cannot have dramas without actors and you can't act without pretending. Know your self and know what others want from you. Play the part that others want from you and in this your true self will never suffer ridicule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As to the technophobe, who believes that creating an online profile is bad, I say to hell with him.&amp;nbsp;Social networks and the Internet are but mere reflections of things that have always been.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-7709384138678040751?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7709384138678040751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7709384138678040751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7709384138678040751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7709384138678040751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/10/know-thy-self.html' title='Know Thy Self'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5529907225097991511</id><published>2010-10-03T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:37:03.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mickey Spillane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Hammer'/><title type='text'>Hammer Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Recently, I got an email from Amazon alerting me that a new Mike Hammer book was on the market. I have read the first six novels and &lt;em&gt;The Girl Hunters&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Snake&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The Goliath Bone&lt;/em&gt;. They were all pretty entertaining reads, but the first six were the best. &lt;em&gt;The Girl Hunters&lt;/em&gt; portrays Mike Hammer as&amp;nbsp;a washed up alcoholic bum. The book is spiced with comments of how he's going to make a big return and suggests that he'll be bigger than what he was before. He gets more violent in the Snake, which continues the same storyline as the Girl Hunters and the two&amp;nbsp;can be read together. Ultimately, Hammer just seemed out of place&amp;nbsp;in the sixties and I now realize that a writer's best years for fiction is their early period. I read the last book&amp;nbsp;of the Mike Hammer series, &lt;em&gt;The Goliath Bone&lt;/em&gt;. In it Mike Hammer&amp;nbsp;is old and living in the era&amp;nbsp;of cellphones and if he&amp;nbsp;was out of place in the sixties, it is pretty clear&amp;nbsp;that he is out of his time frame in the post 9/11 world.&amp;nbsp;Mike Hammer never really became big again like he was in the&amp;nbsp;'40's and '50's. I was somewhat disappointed with Mike Hammer, after reading &lt;em&gt;The Girl&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hunters&lt;/em&gt;. He came across as being kind of a weak character, washed up, and&amp;nbsp;out of place. Logically the events leading up to &lt;em&gt;The Girl Hunter&lt;/em&gt;, Velda's supposed death, should have made Mike&amp;nbsp;Hammer meaner and more of a loose cannon.&amp;nbsp;The fantasy of Mike Hammer died in the sixties and the good times of the past belongs in the past. The only thought I can conclude about this is that you should never follow the same writer through out their entire career. After&amp;nbsp;the first few&amp;nbsp;novels, you should&amp;nbsp;move on to something else. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-5529907225097991511?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5529907225097991511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5529907225097991511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5529907225097991511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5529907225097991511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/10/hammer-thoughts.html' title='Hammer Thoughts'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-112651928220110608</id><published>2010-09-27T19:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:00:27.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Rainy and Damp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weather is rainy and damp. The beginnings of a cold fill my head. The new zeal for life that stirs in the Spring settle down for the autumn. That time for reflection, where you realize that your life probably sucks and you know deep down that you will never change it.  On a slightly different note I linked this blog to my facebook page, it was something that I said that I won't do, but did it anyway. How do I like facebook? I like it so-so. It's probably just a fad, but who knows, I use to say that the web was just a fad. I use it damn near everyday. So autumn is a time for reflection. I look around and realize that I don't have a woman or a girlfriend. That romantic feeling that so many shit-ass poets and singers ramble on about. Every place you turn, you find that the single lifestyle is attacked and the married/relationship life style is put on a pedestal.  I have two words to all those poets and singers concerning this subject: Bull Shit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's debunk some of the popular myths about relationships:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. A romantic relationship will fill the void that is in your heart and head. Really? A romantic relationship forces you to put some one else's desires above your own. How the hell can you know what's wrong with you if you spend all your time thinking about some else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. A romantic relationship will give your life meaning? I roll my eyes at this one. My life has meaning to me and what does it matter how anyone else feels. I don't know how anyone feels and they don't know how I feel. So how can some one else give your life meaning when they don't even know how you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. A romantic relationship will make you live longer? Well, you might catch VD. It does seem true that married people, on a whole, live longer than single people. But, there is something to be said for quality, not just quantity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Your partner will be there for you whenever you need her. She'll understand you and give you support during this tough time. This is a load of crap. She'll listen to you and then try to change you. She sure the hell won't give you emotional support. She'll be there when she needs support and fly into the arms of another when you need it. Just ask your local milkman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's tons of other myths about happiness and marriage. Just remember that marriage is the leading cause of divorce. CaptainCraft signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-112651928220110608?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/112651928220110608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=112651928220110608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/112651928220110608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/112651928220110608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-and-damp.html' title='Rainy and Damp'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3321427169467305093</id><published>2010-09-22T21:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:27:46.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honest Abe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handlebar mustache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7up'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts and 7up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever tried to type something and nothing would come out or if something came out, it wasn't what you wanted to say? While working all day I pondered all kinds of awesome stuff to say, but alas the thoughts are gone. Here's a totally random thought: if time travel is possible the time machine has already been built. The future, the past, and the present must already exist together on some kinda plane of reality. I bought a case of 7up, the greatest soda on Earth, and it says new crisp, clean taste. It had more of a lemon taste and that was the only difference that I could tell.&lt;br /&gt;I started a new program of calisthenics and I'm still sore from it. Another random thought is this: politicians go clean-shaven, because they feel beards would make them look dishonest. Which is weird because Abe Lincoln had a beard and people called him "Honest Abe."&lt;br /&gt;But, politicians live on a different planet than the rest of humanity. A few weeks ago I was shopping at Walmart, not the greatest store in the universe, and a couple of teenagers came up to me and wanted to take a picture of the 'stache; they were like hey we've never seen a mustache looped before. That was kind of a strange experience, but that's life with a handlebar mustache, everyone comments about it. I figured I had two options that was: grow a handlebar mustache or get a tattoo and I figured there wasn't any image that I wanted to stare at all my life, so I grew the mustache. Another strange thing is: whenever you look down you see little hairs staring up at you. It's like they'll saying hi, Scott, we'll still here. The leaves fall and the rain comes and I realize that autumn draws near. And with the coming of autumn, comes snow and ice and Santa Claus. It's been a long time since I've written a blog post in the manner that they'll suppose to be written in. So I'll depart saying Good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3321427169467305093?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3321427169467305093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3321427169467305093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3321427169467305093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3321427169467305093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-thoughts-and-7up.html' title='Random Thoughts and 7up'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7589962618091157216</id><published>2010-09-20T00:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:50:59.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperanto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Speak Esperanto Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I checked my journal last week and saw that I started studying the Esperanto language on August 20, 2010, making it a month ago today. I spent most of that time reading over the history of the movement and seeing if it had a practical use in today's world. Since most of my readers don't anything about Esperanto, I'll give a short overview of the movement. The language was created by an idealist named L. L. Zamenhof to be used by all peoples of the world as a common second language. He felt that if everyone had the same second language, which belonged to no individual nation, than there would be a better mutal understanding in the world. Better mutal understanding, Dr. Zamenhof felt would lead to less violence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The idea of Esperanto never did catch on in a big way, but with the growth of the Internet it has a better chance of being used by more people than in the last century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a quick overview of the history language and a quick Google search will yield  plenty of results and learning material. I have posted useful links in earlier posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will answer the most asked question that I get when I tell people about my new hobby. Where did I first hear about it? And the answer is from a set of old encyclopedias that had once belonged to my grandmother. So anyway, since I started studying the language a month ago, I decided to make the twentieth of every month speak Esperanto day on my blog. Since I don't know the language real well yet, I'll say one simple sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mia nomo estas Scott. (My name is Scott.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-7589962618091157216?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7589962618091157216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7589962618091157216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7589962618091157216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7589962618091157216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/09/speak-esperanto-day.html' title='Speak Esperanto Day'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4375513631940952574</id><published>2010-09-16T15:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:53:06.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handlebar mustache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Handlebar Mustache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJz_GdsD1I/AAAAAAAAALs/EK21r1Ex9zk/s1600/Snapshot_20100916_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517600021386366802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJz_GdsD1I/AAAAAAAAALs/EK21r1Ex9zk/s320/Snapshot_20100916_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJz3VV2C3I/AAAAAAAAALk/HGa7PBDwOuw/s1600/Snapshot_20100916_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599887941045106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJz3VV2C3I/AAAAAAAAALk/HGa7PBDwOuw/s320/Snapshot_20100916_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJztCkaGlI/AAAAAAAAALc/E8z1Pc1UULc/s1600/Snapshot_20100916_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599711103162962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJztCkaGlI/AAAAAAAAALc/E8z1Pc1UULc/s320/Snapshot_20100916_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJzl3-ipLI/AAAAAAAAALU/YKxYNaM7TS0/s1600/Snapshot_20100916_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599588000900274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJzl3-ipLI/AAAAAAAAALU/YKxYNaM7TS0/s320/Snapshot_20100916_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJzd_Uwo-I/AAAAAAAAALM/yNfhmekTaQ0/s1600/Snapshot_20100916_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599452534186978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJzd_Uwo-I/AAAAAAAAALM/yNfhmekTaQ0/s320/Snapshot_20100916_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJzPVaNqQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ShXzJi_-xKE/s1600/Snapshot_20100916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599200764602626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJzPVaNqQI/AAAAAAAAALE/ShXzJi_-xKE/s320/Snapshot_20100916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are six photos that show off my handlebar mustache. The first three pictures is what it looks like styled with wax and the last three are without wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/17121070-4375513631940952574?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4375513631940952574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4375513631940952574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4375513631940952574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4375513631940952574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/09/handlebar-mustache.html' title='Handlebar Mustache'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/TJJz_GdsD1I/AAAAAAAAALs/EK21r1Ex9zk/s72-c/Snapshot_20100916_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7633533089903491826</id><published>2010-09-12T14:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:34:10.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperanto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Spare Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a few moments to spare in my life and decided to write another wondrous blog entry.  I have been spending some of my spare time studying Esperanto. I read the first part of the Esperanto book written by David Richardson, which was just the history of the movement. I haven't formed in any opinions yet about the movement. But I have a few opinions about the language and that is: I don' t care for the way the letter r is pronounced. I have a venomous dislike for that particular letter and to hear rolled badly doesn't help. The words are easy to spell, for the most part, the words are spelled just the way they sound. I haven't studied the grammar structure yet, mainly I have just been going through the Byki lists that I downloaded from their site. I checked out the lernu website and really found their dictionary useful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's some other things I thought I would mention and that is I have given up writing fiction and posting it on the Internet. I'll have to write separate blog post about my opinions of fiction. The last thing I thought I would mention is that I finally gave into my family and friends and set up an account on Facebook. The only thing I can say about that is: I don't really like it too much,  so I won't be posting any links to my facebook page on this account and I won't be posting any links from my facebook account to this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-7633533089903491826?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7633533089903491826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7633533089903491826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7633533089903491826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7633533089903491826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/09/spare-thoughts.html' title='Spare Thoughts'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2871682820016464844</id><published>2010-08-27T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:54:22.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a week since I have last updated this thing. After much thought, I have decided to take a long break from blogging. Maybe in time I'll return with renewed interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until we meet again, CaptainCraft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-2871682820016464844?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2871682820016464844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2871682820016464844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2871682820016464844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2871682820016464844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-bye.html' title='Good-bye'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3046717630275248560</id><published>2010-08-20T17:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:27:46.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fable'/><title type='text'>Legacy and Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I read a few stories on fictionpress. The first one was a fable about how laughter came into the world. Which is called: &lt;em&gt;The Boy Who Tamed Laughter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2826048/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2826048/1/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Punslinger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second story that I read was a chapter update of Darket's story: &lt;em&gt;The Legacy of the Drifter&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2825122/2/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2825122/2/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2825122/3/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2825122/3/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both stories are entertaining and worth checking out. After I read these stories/chapters on fictionpress, I checked my feeds to see if anyone had updated their blogs, etc. The only update that I can report is by DeutschOnlineLernen, a video on YouTube that teachers the viewer German. They put a lot of effort into these videos and are well worth checking out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sqDbZ_KFq8&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sqDbZ_KFq8&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3046717630275248560?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3046717630275248560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3046717630275248560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3046717630275248560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3046717630275248560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/08/legacy-and-laughter.html' title='Legacy and Laughter'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5337399759782115580</id><published>2010-08-13T14:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:27:29.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pipe tobacco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><title type='text'>France, Legacy, and Pipe Tobacco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week has been&lt;/span&gt; a hot one for me.  So it was nice to finally get to Friday, so that I could catch up with my reading. I still have many more stories to read, but I'll give you a run down  the stuff that I've read and saw today.&lt;br /&gt;First, I read a short story by Punslinger called &lt;em&gt;Hot Times in Old France.&lt;/em&gt; The story was a satire piece about the final days of Joan of Arc. &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2822718/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2822718/1/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second story I read was by, one of the best writers on fictionpress, Darket. It's a sequel to one of his earlier stories and promises to be a good character study. I only had time to read the first chapter, but here is the link. &lt;em&gt;The Legacy of the Drifter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2825122/1%20 "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2825122/&lt;/em&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I read those two stories, I checked my Rss feeds to see if anyone had updated their blogs. The only that had was pipemannow, he discussed his first experiences at smoking a pipe and what pipe tobaccos he uses. Here is the link. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYLzkPtQCoo&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYLzkPtQCoo&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-5337399759782115580?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5337399759782115580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5337399759782115580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5337399759782115580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5337399759782115580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/08/france-legacy-and-pipe-tobacco.html' title='France, Legacy, and Pipe Tobacco'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-624692814144072169</id><published>2010-08-06T13:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:48:28.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperanto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punslinger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean War'/><title type='text'>More Esperanto Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot believe that summer is winding down. This morning I read a collection of Haikus about the Korean War by Punslinger on fictionpress. I thought they were an interesting historical perspective about the Korean War from a Korean War veteran. Here is the link to this poetry collection: &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2821377/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2821377/1/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was going to finish reading the rest of the stories that's been piling up in my inbox, but I received some feedback and links concerning my last post on Esperanto that I thought I would repost the links here. The links that I received were pretty good. The first two seemed pretty good for beginners and the last two seemed good for more advanced learners. They should give me plenty of material to study this winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.lernu.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://en.lernu.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikurso.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.ikurso.net &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esperantofre.com/edu/kino01a.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://esperantofre.com/edu/kino01a.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://esperantofre.com/edu/kino02e.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://esperantofre.com/edu/kino02e.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-624692814144072169?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/624692814144072169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=624692814144072169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/624692814144072169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/624692814144072169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-esperanto-links.html' title='More Esperanto Links'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-1201635089516190092</id><published>2010-08-01T00:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:33:30.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='librivox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperanto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='werewolf'/><title type='text'>Esperanto Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been falling behind on my reading of stories on fictionpress and my inbox is stuffed with story alerts. So tonight I read a short story called&lt;em&gt; Accidental Predator&lt;/em&gt; by Greyfox Cowgirl. The story was complete, which is always a plus. If you spend any time at all on a storysite, you quickly realize that the biggest drawback to it is the fact that there are so many incomplete stories. But, on the bright side, this has taught me that it is not necessary to see or read a story to the end to get some enjoyment out of it. Anyhow, the short story was a werewolf teen thing, not too bad if you enjoy that sort of thing. Here's the link check it out for yourself: &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2820340/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2820340/1/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my last post, I gave out some German links that I thought was useful in studying the language. Here are some links useful for leaning Esperanto. I surfed through YouTube and found most of their offerings kind of useless. Most of the videos had weird background music and other annoying distractions, but I found one that was pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAXrgugUUhc&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAXrgugUUhc&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last link I found that I think is useful is a text and audio links of the book: &lt;em&gt;The Esperanto Teacher&lt;/em&gt; by Helen Fryer. I plan on downloading the audio and listening to it while I read the text version of it. Here are those links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Link:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext05/esptr10h.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext05/esptr10h.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio Link: &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/esperanto_teacher_0808_librivox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/esperanto_teacher_0808_librivox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves, dear readers, I shall return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-1201635089516190092?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/1201635089516190092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=1201635089516190092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1201635089516190092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1201635089516190092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/08/esperanto-links.html' title='Esperanto Links'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3456103497739142331</id><published>2010-07-30T13:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:36:42.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pipe tobacco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperanto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>German Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is has been quite awhile since my last blog post. I was checking my Rss feeds and noticed that Pipeman&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJXOwFFZEX4&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJXOwFFZEX4&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; has updated his vidblog on YouTube and decided that now would be a good time to update my own little blog. I have been thinking of late what do with this blog and have decided to make it a sort of journal about the websites that I visit and the experiences that I have on the World Wide Web. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately, my interest in studies different languages has been rekindled. So I looked over the list of languages that I once jotted down in a notebook and decided to study three: German, Esperanto, and Latin. I picked German, because I have some German music and I have a German workbook&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edwardrhamilton.com/titles/6/2/3/6235409.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.edwardrhamilton.com/titles/6/2/3/6235409.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;); Esperanto, because it's an invented language, and according to Philip José Farmer it will be the language spoken in the afterlife; Latin, because of its influence on our culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So having a renewed interest in studying languages, I decided to surf the Web and see what resources were available online. Right now I'm only studying German, so I have only been looking for resources on German. YouTube has tons of German language lessons, but here are the best that I have found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=DeutschHappen"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=DeutschHappen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=DeutschOnlineLernen"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=DeutschOnlineLernen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=oddrandomthings"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=oddrandomthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I searched the blogosphere for lessons and found very little that is useful, most bloggers, who do language lessons, ramble on about their personal lives and then end the post by saying Guten Tag means Good day. The last link that I gave on YouTube, the guy does the same thing, but he can speak English fairly well, so it's easy to follow his lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the other resources on the Web that I have found useful:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.byki.com/"&gt;http://www.byki.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/german/lj/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/german/lj/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3456103497739142331?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3456103497739142331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3456103497739142331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3456103497739142331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3456103497739142331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/07/german-links.html' title='German Links'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4689173192983124705</id><published>2010-05-16T21:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:03:40.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S_CjCJVNzBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EyG60S6im6o/s1600/Snapshot_20100218_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472052804515122194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S_CjCJVNzBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EyG60S6im6o/s320/Snapshot_20100218_17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Music is one of the oldest and universal form of expression found in nearly every culture. I know very few people who don't like at least some form music. One thing about music that impresses me is its power to control people. It can lift your spirits, make you feel depressed, or make you buy things that you don't really need. There aren't any movies or television shows being made that does not make use of the power of music. Although, I am impressed with the power of music I never bothered to learn how to sing or play a musical instrument. When asked about this I always answered that I never had the desire to learn to play an instrument. Just because you like something doesn't necessary mean that you have the ambition to do it yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you talk about music people always want to know who's the greatest the singer is and what's the best group ever. I suppose some people want to know this is because they want to be apart of the "in" group or they want to listen to stuff which isn't too popular so they can consider themselves to be more independent. One of the most popular statements that I have heard is this: "I use to like that singer, but now they are popular their new stuff sounds like crap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have heard that from many different people and have read it in many different music reviews, so I have wondered if this statement is true or not. In some cases, I admit that the statement is true, but in others it is not. Some "independent" people liked those singers because they were new and little known, therefore not apart of the "in" crowd culture. So these independent people aren't really independent, but dependent on the "in" crowd to decide what they do and listen to. If that is the case then the above statement about the singer's lousy current performance is largely unfounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thought I have had on this issue is: the singer use to produce good stuff, because he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; and full of ambition. Now, that he is famous and popular he grows lazy in his art and figures what the hell my fans will like any crap that I produce. This is true for awhile, some hardcore fans will follow a singer to the bitter end, but most people won't buy crap forever, so the singer fades from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;popularity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This concludes my thoughts on music, for now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-4689173192983124705?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4689173192983124705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4689173192983124705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4689173192983124705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4689173192983124705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S_CjCJVNzBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EyG60S6im6o/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6587018396205625497</id><published>2010-05-07T16:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:22:00.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1980&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She-Ra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He-Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nintendo'/><title type='text'>He-Man Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468630289716116514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-R6RkJ4fCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KITlkIN0tgs/s320/Snapshot_20100218_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember asking my grandpa how long was a half an hour, for that was the amount of time he told me that I had to wait to see &lt;em&gt;He-Man and the Masters of the Universe&lt;/em&gt;. And when that time was up it was one of the highlights of my day. For Christmas that year, I got everything He-Man. The stickers books, read-along records and a cassette tape, these came with a little book. And for the next few years, I got He-Man action figures and Snake Mountain. I think the following Christmas or my birthday I got a subscription to the He-Man magazine. I kept the posters, that came with the magazine, on my bedroom wall. When things went wrong or I had a bad day, I would stare at those posters and imagine that I was an Eternian. Then I remember the big deal made of the new He-man movie, in which He-Man goes to another world and discovers a twin sister. This resulted in a new cartoon, &lt;em&gt;She-ra: The Princess of Power&lt;/em&gt;. Where I came from all the boys liked She-ra and all the girls hated it. That was a strange fact to learn that women felt threatened when confronted with a strong-willed woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon He-Man and She-ra's popularity faded and they disappeared. He-Man made one last appearance in a live action movie (actually he appeared in a new cartoon in the year 1990, but I was an unaware of this cartoon as most kids were) and then he went into retirement. Many people have often wondered why did he fade away? Was the heat he got from the churches for being Pagan? Did the liberals bring him down for his moral lesson at the end of the show? Although, He-Man took a lot shit from these groups, they did not bring him down. He-Man was based on a toy line by Mattel, the stories were created for the main purpose of selling toys and when the toy sales dropped, so was He-Man dropped. What caused the drop has often been debated on the Internet, but was not debated much in the 80's. Japan introduced Nintendo to America and its arrival killed boys' desires to play with plastic action figures. So He-Man was forgotten. I looked for him once when I first got my Internet connection, found a few sites, heard a few sounds, and saw a few images. It interested me for a few moments, but I quickly forgot about He-Man. The Cartoon Network made a new cartoon about He-Man, but I didn't watch it at the time -- too busy with work. About 2005, I saw a box set of the ten best episodes of the orginal cartoon and bought it. This renewed my interest in He-Man. I have since bought all the box sets of all three cartoons and I bought the live action movie. So from time to time I plan on writing a blog post about He-man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-6587018396205625497?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6587018396205625497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6587018396205625497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6587018396205625497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6587018396205625497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-man-revisited.html' title='He-Man Revisited'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-R6RkJ4fCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KITlkIN0tgs/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2559150826152559397</id><published>2010-05-05T20:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:30:23.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>Chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-ITpQfpMuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XKNWWDfJsNk/s1600/Snapshot_20100218_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467954497104458466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-ITpQfpMuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XKNWWDfJsNk/s320/Snapshot_20100218_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The two reasons that I originally bought a computer was to research topics that interested me and to chat with people on the web. OK, I admit it I wanted to chat so I could meet women and not something noble like wanting to connect with others on a spiritual level from cultures and places different from my own; you have to remember I was only 20. So I learnt most of those the letters that you use instead of words. Things like: asl, lol, ctc. Which seemed to change every so often and confused the shit out of me. After putting some time in to chatting and learning the ropes, I finally met some women. That was a terrible experience, as anyone who has ever tried to meet women that way can tell you. All Internet chicks are fundamentally screwed up, most had boyfriends or husbands and that makes for some sticky situations. After I got through all of that, it was then that I decided to turn my intentions to the more noble aspects of chatting. So I set up an account on Irc, I don't remember my handle/nickname, but that's not too important. I met people from every country that I had ever heard of and some that I had never heard of. I have to say that people from other places are either nice, assholes, smart, stupid; just like people you have already met. I made a network of friends and for a time kept in contact with them. One fateful night my computer crashed and I lost my address book, Irc, and all that good stuff. My friend, who fixed my computer, blamed the fact that I hung out in chatrooms for my crash, so I let the Irc and Icq accounts go. I kept in touch with many of my former chatting mates, until my Internet Provider went out of business. When I got a new one, I lost half of the people I kept in contact with and some got sick of me. I started using my computer time to write stories and continue my researches, so that ended all of my relationship with all my chatting mates. The thing I learnt about chatting was that Internet relationships are not forever, much like relationships in real space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/17121070-2559150826152559397?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2559150826152559397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2559150826152559397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2559150826152559397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2559150826152559397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/05/chat.html' title='Chat'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-ITpQfpMuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XKNWWDfJsNk/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7977334965217873547</id><published>2010-04-30T15:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:10:19.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>My New Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S9s23nuJ83I/AAAAAAAAAJc/JTAgv3crf3w/s1600/Snapshot_20100430_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466022901927506802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S9s23nuJ83I/AAAAAAAAAJc/JTAgv3crf3w/s320/Snapshot_20100430_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been doing some thinking on what I would like to do with this blog and have decided to share with the world some of my views and opinions on different topics. I have already came up with ten titles. I have always found it easier to write the title down on paper before I compose the article. Since this post is called &lt;em&gt;My New Idea &lt;/em&gt;I've posted a brand new picture of myself, wearing my new linen newsboy cap. &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/17121070-7977334965217873547?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7977334965217873547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7977334965217873547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7977334965217873547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7977334965217873547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-idea.html' title='My New Idea'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S9s23nuJ83I/AAAAAAAAAJc/JTAgv3crf3w/s72-c/Snapshot_20100430_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-15015208910291165</id><published>2010-04-25T13:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:38:37.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Strange Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S9R8LKLyaWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FNVM9RMVyvk/s1600/Snapshot_20100218_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464128779061455202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S9R8LKLyaWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FNVM9RMVyvk/s320/Snapshot_20100218_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's another picture of myself. I'm still working on scanning old family pictures and have been since winter time. The project is going a little slower now due to Spring time, but it's raining today so I've decided to scan some more. I have few new ideas for this blog, which that should give the reader something to look forward to. The new story that I have been working on has stalled out. This usually happens to me in the warmer weather -- I write better in the winter. That's all I have time for today, catch you on the flipside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-15015208910291165?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/15015208910291165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=15015208910291165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/15015208910291165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/15015208910291165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/04/strange-picture.html' title='Strange Picture'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S9R8LKLyaWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FNVM9RMVyvk/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-1107295976362489615</id><published>2010-04-16T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:36:34.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quit smoking'/><title type='text'>Cool Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S8j8wFfEOsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Dj0kc8aCkZc/s1600/Snapshot_20100218_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460892451223124674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S8j8wFfEOsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Dj0kc8aCkZc/s320/Snapshot_20100218_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here it is April 16, 2010 and it is raining. See I could have been a weather man had I wanted to be. The news  rattles the same thing over and over again and I wonder what's the point of listening to a bunch of assholes, especially when all they do is whine and complain. The left hates the right and the right hates the left. Aren't there anyone left who rides the fence? Anyhow, I'm glad it's raining because it washes all the tree shit off my truck. Looking at the picture above I realized that I should have gotten a haircut before I snapped all those pictures on February 18, 2010. I have about ten or more of those yet to use before I snap more. So you'll have to stay tuned for new pictures. On a more personal note, I quit smoking on January 17, 2010 and I haven't had a smoke yet. I'd been slowly weaning myself off the pipe and cigars for about two years. I started by smoking very other day, then very other month, then every couple of months, until finally I was able to kick it. I read somewhere that it took five years before you are considered a non-smoker, so I'll have to keep you updated on that. My mind bounces around somewhat and I was thinking about the statement I made about the rain washing the tree shit(I think it's pollen and that might be biologically closer to cum than shit so my mistake on that) off my truck, which is really a load of bunk. I mean no matters how hard it rains, I'll still have to wash my truck. The lazy man's logic of rain washing your truck just doesn't work. It's a cool thought, but most cool thoughts are just the same as stupid thoughts. &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/17121070-1107295976362489615?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/1107295976362489615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=1107295976362489615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1107295976362489615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1107295976362489615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-thoughts.html' title='Cool Thoughts'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S8j8wFfEOsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Dj0kc8aCkZc/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5882888506719522596</id><published>2010-04-03T00:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:43:32.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love and Violets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S7bLPQcVfVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uHPA--IYWTY/s1600/Snapshot_20100218_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455771461578227026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S7bLPQcVfVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uHPA--IYWTY/s320/Snapshot_20100218_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spring is here. I have seen the violets and that's all the proof that I need. I have been following current events and reading articles on dating. It is hard to believe that in the Digital Age that people would want to do such things as date, but I think that we all search for the perfect person that understands us and makes us feel comfortable about who we are. Let's face it we are not searching for a partner or friend, but a mirror image of ourselves. We'll freaks and there are no mirror images of ourselves. There is not a female me out there. I am the freak that is predestined to be alone. That makes me feel better somehow to know that I'm one of kind and when I expire that there will be never another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I suppose it is nature to think of romantic things in the spring. Do people really want love? Are we even able to love another? Don't most people just build an ideal image in their head and project that image on their supposed lover and that could explain why most marriages end in a sour note. I have heard many of my friends say that if they could only find a lover and a partner then they could be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course, they are not talking about just sex, but a true soul mate. But, I feel that unhappiness is not solved by another. A body is responsible for their own happiness. If you don't know yourself well enough to make yourself happy, how pray tell do you expect another to do your job for you. A person is criticized for being alone and social pressures can be painful. It is not much fun to be the freak and outcast. So many will give up their freedom by getting into a bad relationship, instead of pursuing things that might make them happy. You should have the right to pursue the things that make you happy and your happiness will attract a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt;. But, being alone has its perks. No one will care if you'll a bum and there will be no one to take the thunder out of your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;success. Well, it was nice just to type out random thoughts. I might return again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&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/17121070-5882888506719522596?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5882888506719522596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5882888506719522596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5882888506719522596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5882888506719522596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-and-violets.html' title='Love and Violets'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S7bLPQcVfVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uHPA--IYWTY/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6596355642614662782</id><published>2010-03-25T21:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:41:20.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Marx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Sam'/><title type='text'>Karl And Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S6wLXuL_a_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/r43dXKpJBmQ/s1600/Snapshot_20100218_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452745751002049522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S6wLXuL_a_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/r43dXKpJBmQ/s320/Snapshot_20100218_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weather here today was raining. So work was put on hold and I found myself doing laundry and doing the usual crap that people do when they have a day off. I have started writing a new story, which I won't go into too many details about as this is one that I would like to work into an epic and maybe publish when I'm an old man. Besides, fictionpress isn't as alive as it use to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The events that have unfolding here America is mind blowing. I never thought I would live to see the ghost of Karl Marx raping Uncle Sam. Oh well, life will go on. I wonder in the next hundred years will the human race be conquering outer space or will we be living in caves again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we ever lived in caves. The old timers use to say the human race lived in a great golden age where everything was wonderful. Human beings screwed up and we lost Paradise. Then in the 1800's a bunch of rich shits said we evolved from a lower life form -- an apelike creature, right? Only there's a problem about saying ape-like creature. It isn't true. Evolution does not say we came from ape-like creatures it says that we are still apes -- only more advanced ones with less hair. &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/17121070-6596355642614662782?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6596355642614662782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6596355642614662782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6596355642614662782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6596355642614662782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/03/karl-and-sam.html' title='Karl And Sam'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S6wLXuL_a_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/r43dXKpJBmQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7156209487194891774</id><published>2010-03-22T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:10:58.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sideburns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assholes'/><title type='text'>Spring is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S6gdYmQYfTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rrQ8usXderk/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100218_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451639657355312434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S6gdYmQYfTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rrQ8usXderk/s320/Snapshot_20100218_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spring has finally arrived and by July the doubters of global warming will be proved wrong. The biggest thing to happen to the nation happened this Sunday, I shaved my sideburns off. I've hadn't made any new pictures of myself yet. I have had my sideburns since 1997 and figured it was time for a change. Shaving of the facial hair is a Roman thing. I suppose everybody breaks under the strain of those Romans. I kept my mustache and I no intentions of shaving my chest or legs, so I haven't totally conformed to the Roman culture. Somebody once said to me: "That it was a shame that I couldn't name very many of the people who was famous today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My answer: "Hell, none of those people can name me so we'll even."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know I once composed a beautiful poem about global warming, a issue near and dear to my heart so here it is once again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I become bolder and declare that the Earth grows colder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So stick that in your environmental folder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here me shout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hear me howl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna eat a spotted owl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what if we run out of air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really don't care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After reading that poem I realize that I'm an asshole. Well, there are two kinds of people on this planet: assholes and dead ones. Maybe next time I'll ramble about history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/17121070-7156209487194891774?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7156209487194891774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7156209487194891774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7156209487194891774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7156209487194891774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is Here'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S6gdYmQYfTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rrQ8usXderk/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2809006891227729640</id><published>2010-03-15T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:02:44.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mutant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Me, Mutant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S56Q4yIN2wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7eJ-jUF_69Q/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100218_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448951904368188162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S56Q4yIN2wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7eJ-jUF_69Q/s320/Snapshot_20100218_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's my mutant picture. I made this while fooling around the features on my new webcam. I notice that I'm not posting as much as I use to. Oh, well. I have decided to just write without running them through word. I figure they might be better that way. Take care. I'm fighting a stomach virus today. I'll write more when I feel better. I always have tons of stuff to say, until I get in front of my computer. &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/17121070-2809006891227729640?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2809006891227729640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2809006891227729640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2809006891227729640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2809006891227729640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-mutant.html' title='Me, Mutant'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S56Q4yIN2wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7eJ-jUF_69Q/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6188001185804693881</id><published>2010-02-28T20:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:27:28.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>I Want Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S4se5vzFfiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jj50KAJmTmQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443478552039489058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S4se5vzFfiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jj50KAJmTmQ/s320/Snapshot_20100218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at this current picture of myself. I realize that I have lost most of my suntan and it reminds of how long and snowy the winter has been. Lately, I have been growing out a handlebar mustache, so I'll have to take some more pictures when it grows out. I have bought some mustache wax and have been using it. I can see why styling a mustache has gone out of style. Anything that takes extra effort, usually don't last too long. That's why shorter hair styles beat out longer hair styles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have loaded all of my Cds into my computer, which allows me to listens to my music without changing Cds. Also, this gets me thinking that I have over 2,000 songs. That's more songs than I can listen to in a week, but I'll probably, no doubt, buy more music. The "I want demon" is too difficult to resist. The way the world is set up now it would be disastrous if everyone started disobeying that demon.  That's really all I can think of to say. So long for now.&lt;/span&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/17121070-6188001185804693881?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6188001185804693881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6188001185804693881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6188001185804693881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6188001185804693881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-demon.html' title='I Want Demon'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S4se5vzFfiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jj50KAJmTmQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2294026126523484828</id><published>2010-02-23T23:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:01:02.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>St. Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S4SsKt3oyyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jlF5Jc9NS0A/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100218_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441663549882026786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S4SsKt3oyyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jlF5Jc9NS0A/s320/Snapshot_20100218_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't really updated this blog in awhile. I have been working and spending my free time scanning old family pictures, a project that seems to be consuming all of my creative energy. I missed usual rant about love and what a crappy holiday St. Valentine's Day is. But, on the other hand, it reminds me of my true love. I got up in that morning and looked into the mirror and said, "I love you." And the mirror image mouthed the words back, only backwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night I watched the movie&lt;em&gt; She&lt;/em&gt; and thought to myself what an improvement over the book. Despite, the dogma that says books are better than movies I find it not to be true, save for Mickey Spillane books and Robert E. Howard books. Let's face those two guys' writings are perfection and you can't improve on perfection. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; had Randolph Scott and Nigel Bruce in it. And the woman that played the title role looked just the way I pictured her in the book. The woman had a nice figure, not like the sticks we have to put up with in today's movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't been following the winter games, because let's face it sports are pretty much bullshit. I use to disguise my anti-sports thinking and keep it to myself, but hell, no one keeps their opinons to themselves anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I have rambled long enough so good-night&lt;/span&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/17121070-2294026126523484828?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2294026126523484828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2294026126523484828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2294026126523484828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2294026126523484828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/02/st-valentines-day.html' title='St. Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S4SsKt3oyyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jlF5Jc9NS0A/s72-c/Snapshot_20100218_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7204195124661525386</id><published>2010-02-08T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:38:27.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>Two Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2-i6djS6II/AAAAAAAAAIU/RUxYmPTW0hI/s1600-h/leather+ivy+cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435742400508258434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2-i6djS6II/AAAAAAAAAIU/RUxYmPTW0hI/s320/leather+ivy+cap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2-iyxvwgoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WwJikySm_RQ/s1600-h/dobbs+straw+fedora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435742268490285698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2-iyxvwgoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WwJikySm_RQ/s320/dobbs+straw+fedora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a couple of pictures. I have decided to give this blog a rest for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/17121070-7204195124661525386?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7204195124661525386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7204195124661525386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7204195124661525386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7204195124661525386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-hats.html' title='Two Hats'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2-i6djS6II/AAAAAAAAAIU/RUxYmPTW0hI/s72-c/leather+ivy+cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-8009829083920485201</id><published>2010-02-05T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:14:37.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowboy hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Brown Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2y0PQCoT0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/rUPB-DZvtrI/s1600-h/cowyboy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434917024426381122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2y0PQCoT0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/rUPB-DZvtrI/s320/cowyboy+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the picture in my fictionpress profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8009829083920485201?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8009829083920485201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8009829083920485201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8009829083920485201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8009829083920485201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/02/brown-hat.html' title='Brown Hat'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2y0PQCoT0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/rUPB-DZvtrI/s72-c/cowyboy+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-1045785614948921458</id><published>2010-01-30T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:29:41.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowboy hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Black Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2UG2LC_5wI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CJweK1zopq4/s1600-h/gunslinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432756053240440578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2UG2LC_5wI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CJweK1zopq4/s320/gunslinger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of me wearing my black gunslinger hat.&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/17121070-1045785614948921458?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/1045785614948921458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=1045785614948921458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1045785614948921458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/1045785614948921458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-hat.html' title='Black Hat'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2UG2LC_5wI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CJweK1zopq4/s72-c/gunslinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6998772471833549419</id><published>2010-01-28T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:49:59.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Gray Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2I-SIKw1RI/AAAAAAAAAH0/61E6kDXbVMs/s1600-h/scott+grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431972581713433874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2I-SIKw1RI/AAAAAAAAAH0/61E6kDXbVMs/s320/scott+grey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just me playing around with my new webcam features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-6998772471833549419?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6998772471833549419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6998772471833549419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6998772471833549419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6998772471833549419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/01/gray-me.html' title='Gray Me'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S2I-SIKw1RI/AAAAAAAAAH0/61E6kDXbVMs/s72-c/scott+grey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-8851149885404420387</id><published>2010-01-22T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:15:53.093-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowboy hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Bat Masterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S1k4wgBACoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BiiWKWMpvUM/s1600-h/New+Sheriff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429433231650851458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S1k4wgBACoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BiiWKWMpvUM/s320/New+Sheriff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my impression of Bat Masterson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8851149885404420387?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8851149885404420387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8851149885404420387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8851149885404420387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8851149885404420387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/01/bat-masterson.html' title='Bat Masterson'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S1k4wgBACoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BiiWKWMpvUM/s72-c/New+Sheriff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2262171857192643306</id><published>2010-01-15T00:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:22:10.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Reality of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have added a new website in my "The Best Stuff on the Net" section. It's the pipe tobacco TV one. It has a guy on there who reviews pipe tobacco and beer on YouTube. My inbox has been crammed lately with new stories from people whose stories that I follow. So I've been slowly working my way through those and I have been scanning old family pictures, dating back from the late seventies to this time period. I can't think what you call the years 2000-2010. The zeroes I think. It's kinda like revisiting people who have died. And I was a cute baby, so I wonder what the hell happened to me now. Anyway that got me thinking about human relationships and all of that sentimental kind of thing. The thing that sums up human relationships is this: they are not permanent. Friends come and go, family members die or get really pissed off at you and stop talking to you, which is kinda like them dying to. What's sad is I looked at some old school pictures and there was half of the people that I could not name and the other half looked different from what I remember them looking. Which brings up an interesting thought. Does the camera see what we see? Is it the reality or is what we see the reality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pondering on this for not a great amount of time, I conclude that the camera only freezes one moment of many and locks it in a piece of paper forever or until that paper expires. And our minds see many moments, blends them with our hopes and dreams, and craps out that thing which we call memories. These memories may or may not be the reality of the situation, but they are the measuring stick in which we use to measure reality and to shape our destines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If that made sense to you I would ask you to explain it to me. Maybe, I should ponder these thoughts longer, but you shouldn't dwell on weird stuff like that. Or people might start thinking you're weird and we all know what people think is important. In a world where normal is not clearly defined who gives anyone the right to declare someone else weird? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll move on and talk about politics and mention the health care bill. The only thing I can say about that is: wait until the health care bill becomes the health care law. Then we will know if it is a good thing or a bad thing for the United States of America. Since I've gotten a high speed connection, I've been following the news a little bit more. One thing I learnt is that we don't have hardly any sports figures left to worship. Scandals seem to pop up daily concerning those dudes. Perhaps, our trouble is the fact that we worshipped them in the first place. Well, I suppose should sign off now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wishing you good health and plenty of wealth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- cg21.c4.mail.gq1.yahoo.com compressed/chunked Thu Jan 14 21:14:24 PST 2010 --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-2262171857192643306?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2262171857192643306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2262171857192643306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2262171857192643306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2262171857192643306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-of-dreams.html' title='Reality of Dreams'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-8479042911706552749</id><published>2010-01-09T02:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:21:16.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Wearing Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S0gt1FJmWEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6FRN6xosa2k/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424636141106518082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S0gt1FJmWEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6FRN6xosa2k/s320/smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of me wearing glasses. I had a cold when took all these newer pictures. I plan to take some more when I finish uploading these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-8479042911706552749?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/8479042911706552749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=8479042911706552749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8479042911706552749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/8479042911706552749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/01/wearing-glasses.html' title='Wearing Glasses'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S0gt1FJmWEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6FRN6xosa2k/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5303211531095569595</id><published>2010-01-01T20:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:37:34.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictionpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It has been awhile since I have written anything, unless you count the little blurbs after each picture. I realize New Year's Day was the ending of the first decade of the new millennium. We may not have achieved the cool stuff that was prophesied in the 1950's like space colonization, robots to do every single human task, flying cars, or some other crap that I can't think of at the moment. But we have achieved the Internet, the World Wide Web, YouTube, and blogs. And I have finally gotten high speed Internet and a new computer to take full advantage of all that the Internet has to offer. I spent the first night on my new computer watching videos. I am not quite sure of what to think of it all, it's probably better than the robot thing. Hell, in all those movies and books the robots always enslave humanity. At least, computers don't do that. Probably the wildest thing about computers is that you can sit on your ass in your underwear and chat with almost every civilized country in the world. I know I have and maybe someday I'll write a blog post on that. I have completed the entire five part series of the Peter Race stories and I will be posting it on fictionpress as soon as I possibly can. It will be the last story that I will be posting there, sorta a good-bye piece. I'll continue to submit reviews to the works that I read on there. I think it's important to try and to leave a comment or a review after anything you read online. That's probably the greatest marvel of the Internet. You can respond to the material that you just read and the author of said material knows what you think of their ideas. You can tell them: "Great idea" or "You suck". It's entirely up to you what you tell them. Just think in the old days you had to stand in line for many hours to tell a writer or singer that they suck or that they were great. Now, you can get online and tell them at the speed of light what you think of them. And if you tell them that they suck, they'll love you for it. Maybe not love, but they will remember you for a longer amount of time. Assholes are always remembered, but nice guys are forgotten. They get the chicks too. There's a reason for that, but I don't care to explain it tonight. I have just checked my word count tool on Word and it tells me that I have almost reached my 500 word goal. I am asked by people, who don't keep blogs, how do you write a blog post. "It's simple," I tell them, "you just started rambling inside your head and type that onto the computer screen." And they reply to this: "But isn't that confusing to your readers." And I reply: "What readers?" Which isn't exactly true -- I have readers, but you get the joke. That puts me over my goal, so this is the captain wishing you good health and plenty of wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- cg24.c4.mail.gq1.yahoo.com compressed/chunked Fri Jan  1 16:46:39 PST 2010 --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-5303211531095569595?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5303211531095569595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5303211531095569595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5303211531095569595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5303211531095569595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-5085733189352143677</id><published>2009-12-30T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:22:18.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowboy hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>Grey Cowboy Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SzwX-dkp3bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OKCLVN7i9kk/s1600-h/cowyboy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421234413304929714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SzwX-dkp3bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OKCLVN7i9kk/s320/cowyboy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of me wearing my grey cowboy hat. I was 26 in the picture in my profile and in this picture I'm 31. Now you can see how five years ages a person.&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/17121070-5085733189352143677?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/5085733189352143677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=5085733189352143677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5085733189352143677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/5085733189352143677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/12/grey-cowboy-hat.html' title='Grey Cowboy Hat'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SzwX-dkp3bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OKCLVN7i9kk/s72-c/cowyboy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3838561181007944477</id><published>2009-12-29T19:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:19:59.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tongue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>My Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SzqcQRYx9dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/edu00M3_P8I/s1600-h/my+tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420816904852993490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SzqcQRYx9dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/edu00M3_P8I/s320/my+tongue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's picture of me acting goofy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3838561181007944477?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3838561181007944477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3838561181007944477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3838561181007944477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3838561181007944477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-tongue.html' title='My Tongue'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SzqcQRYx9dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/edu00M3_P8I/s72-c/my+tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-4579617337730912947</id><published>2009-12-19T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:50:57.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowboy hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/Sy10kQ5TTaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SPXHe6FKO54/s1600-h/cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417114093155995042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/Sy10kQ5TTaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SPXHe6FKO54/s320/cowboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's me wearing a cowboy hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-4579617337730912947?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/4579617337730912947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=4579617337730912947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4579617337730912947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/4579617337730912947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/12/cowboy.html' title='Cowboy'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/Sy10kQ5TTaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SPXHe6FKO54/s72-c/cowboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-194674474337355347</id><published>2009-12-19T00:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:50:49.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>Newsboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SyxozEfffKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IUCjdVEAExE/s1600-h/newsboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416819678408309922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SyxozEfffKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IUCjdVEAExE/s320/newsboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a snapshot of me wearing my  Big Apple Newsboy Cap. Hopefully in the next few weeks I can post more pictures of me wearing some of my other hats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-194674474337355347?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/194674474337355347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=194674474337355347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/194674474337355347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/194674474337355347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/12/newsboy.html' title='Newsboy'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SyxozEfffKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IUCjdVEAExE/s72-c/newsboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2201950963798525699</id><published>2009-12-18T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:44:00.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>New Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SyvNBTVQC8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yYQN1gzGLA4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091212_61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416648399096122306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SyvNBTVQC8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yYQN1gzGLA4/s320/Snapshot_20091212_61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a new picture that I took using my new computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-2201950963798525699?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2201950963798525699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2201950963798525699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2201950963798525699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2201950963798525699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-picture.html' title='New Picture'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/SyvNBTVQC8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/yYQN1gzGLA4/s72-c/Snapshot_20091212_61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-887211007025589096</id><published>2009-12-10T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:18:50.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The question I asked myself was: “Are women more romantic than men or are men more romantic than women?”&lt;br /&gt;Of course thinking about the question I realize that romance in this digital age is nearly dead. The world has become too cynical to really believe in such notions as romance, so the question put forth may be pointless. There are few romantics left in the world, but many books present romantic notions and it still is the best selling genre which means that some romance still exists. If you take a walk in the bookstore the romantic books are written mainly by women and are mainly purchased by women. So if you are going to base the answer off that fact I would have to conclude that women are more romantic than men. And this on the surface seems to be the correct answer. But what is it that women dream of and fantasize through those books? They fantasize of a dashing handsome man to sweep them off their feet. They want a man to buy them candy, flowers, and to cuddle with them by the fireplace. And they want a man to talk about and understand things like the beauty of nature and the inner feelings of the heart. There seems to be an emerging pattern here. Women want to be romanced and they want men to do the romancing – the work. It is up to the man to be the romantic one and to provide the romance for the woman. Perhaps, that’s why women are the more romantic sex, for they are on the receiving end of romance. To a man romance means work and to a woman romance means attention and pleasure. Again this seems to point to the fact that women are the more romantic sex. But what of the man who is willing to do the work? The man that takes the time to tap into the hidden desires of a woman’s heart. He is the one that makes the romantic encounter happen. The main question is: why would a man put himself out? The cynic would answer in one word: sex. But since we are only concerned with those who are romantically inclined, we will ignore the cynic. The answer is they want to see their woman happy. It is for her happiness and pleasure that causes the man to produce a romantic encounter. So the question that answers the first question is this: Who is more romantic the one who provides the romance or the one whom the romance is provided for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-887211007025589096?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/887211007025589096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=887211007025589096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/887211007025589096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/887211007025589096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/12/answer.html' title='The Answer'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-6646454309900252202</id><published>2009-12-08T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:20:02.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had intended to answer the philosophical question that I had asked myself at the end of my last post, but yesterday’s events have changed that. The book that I have been waiting for has arrived. It’s called We Feel Fine: An Almanac of Human Emotion. And was put together by Sep Kamvar and Jonathan Harris. Using software they crawled the web looking for emotions by recording all the blogposts that contained the words I feel or I am feeling. Then they compiled and analyzed the data to determine who felt what emotion, where, when, and how. They also put together the book that I have mentioned. And my picture and words appears within the book, which makes my blog a bigger success than I thought it would be. Anyone who follows my blog should check out the book, it is available at Amazon. Com and other finer bookstores. That’s all I have time for today, next time I’ll give my answer to the question: “Are women more romantic than men or are men more romantic than women?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-6646454309900252202?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/6646454309900252202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=6646454309900252202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6646454309900252202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/6646454309900252202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/12/book.html' title='The Book'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-7046470767885487630</id><published>2009-12-01T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:54:50.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philiosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campy movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Winter Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I sat here nursing a cold and thinking about the short days of winter, wishing for summer again. I tried to make the summer days last longer, but the more things you seem to do just make the days go faster. I bought a few new movies to pass the winter season. She, which I already watched.  I ordered Attack of Fifty Foot Woman and Cherry 2000. Those titles should go well in my cheesy movie collection. I did watch a bunch of movies about Queen Elizabeth: The Virgin Queen that few would call cheesy. I don’t think anybody has ever made a movie about her being the mother of Sir Francis Bacon, who supposedly wrote the Shakespeare plays and sonnets. I have started posting new chapters to my new series of wizard stories on fictionpress, so click the link My Short Stories, if you’re interested. This brings me to the last point of this post. I have proposed a new philosophical question for myself which is: “Are men more romantic than women or are women more romantic than men?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-7046470767885487630?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/7046470767885487630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=7046470767885487630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7046470767885487630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/7046470767885487630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-days.html' title='Winter Days'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-2088859873432321917</id><published>2009-11-07T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:44:24.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediaeval Baebes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to my blog. I have deleted a bunch of old posts to make way for some fresh ones. I have deleted all the web links, save for those that I really like and the ones that are still active. If you look you will see that I have declared that the Mediaeval Baebes to be the greatest singers ever. While, it is hard to really say who the best singer is ever, I've decided to pick the group that I listen to everyday or nearly everyday. In my world then that makes the Mediaeval Baebes greatest singers ever.&lt;br /&gt;All my short fiction stories will not appear again on this blog, as I already have all of them posted on fictionpress. It’s pretty easy to a make mess of stories on a blog, especially when they have more than one chapter. You would have to post the last chapter first and the first chapter last. Fictionpress puts them in proper reading order.&lt;br /&gt;I will be updating this blog about once or twice a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-2088859873432321917?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/2088859873432321917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=2088859873432321917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2088859873432321917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/2088859873432321917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-3616972442398225038</id><published>2007-10-31T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:34:59.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philip Jose Farmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>Down In The Black Gang Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/Ryf_zc1cm6I/AAAAAAAAABU/PqcMqnZncPc/s1600-h/c2781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127347960163376034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/Ryf_zc1cm6I/AAAAAAAAABU/PqcMqnZncPc/s320/c2781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight, I have just finished reading a book called, &lt;em&gt;Down In The Black Gang&lt;/em&gt; written by Philip Jose Farmer. I bought this book at a used book, as this book is out of print. Overall, I would give this book an A-. This book is a slim collection of science fiction short stories dealing with science, religion, philosophy, and sex. Of course, the sex scenes in these shorts are pretty tame by today's standards.&lt;br /&gt;The name of the short stories are: &lt;em&gt;Down In The Black Gang&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Shadow of Space&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;A Bowl Bigger Than Earth, Riverworld, A Few Miles, Prometheus, The Blasphemers,&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; How Deep The Groove&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down in The Black Gang&lt;/em&gt; was about an android type creature that got humans to kill each other so the energy could fuel ships. It was a hard story to follow and was the weakest story out of the collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shadow of Space&lt;/em&gt; was about a spaceship named after the Norse god Odin's horse, Sleipnir. The spaceship actually leaves the universe and the story presents a theory of how Odin could have fashioned our universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Bowl Bigger Than Earth&lt;/em&gt; was about a man whose soul is placed into a sexless hairless body; on the plus side this body is much stronger than his Earth's body. In this society, there is no individualism, everyone is equal, and there is no sex since no one has any sex organs. Since everyone looks the same and acts the same and can't screw, some find pleasure by hurting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riverworld&lt;/em&gt; is a short story from Mr. Farmer's famous series Riverworld where all of humanity at the end of time is resurrected on a mysterious world with a giant river at the heart of this planet. This story features the cowboy actor Tom Mix and Jesus Christ. The theme is basically that religious fanatics would burn at the stake the founder of their religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Few Miles&lt;/em&gt; is about a thief who turns lay monk and has some funny misadventures on his way to the space station. The story ends with the monk being thrown into a cage at the zoo by a punk and a bird woman creature lays an egg on his chest that stays stuck there until it hatchets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prometheus&lt;/em&gt; is a sequel to the last story, only more serious in tone. The lay monk, John Carmody, goes to another planet to live among the bird people. He gives them their language, teaches them how to make fire, teaches them how to make weapons and tools, and at the end of the story gives them a basic system of religion. This is the most thought provoking and interesting story of the entire collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blasphemers&lt;/em&gt; is about a group of agnostic space explorers who goes to other planets and carves stone statues in the image of their gods as proof of their religious right to conquer a planet. They are bewildered when they land in Egypt and find the statues already there. This one allows the reader to ponder; just what was the culture like that carved the statues in ancient Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Deep The Groove&lt;/em&gt; is about a scientist who builds a machine to control part of a person's free will. He intended it to make a person an agreeable slave to the state, but ended up proving that human beings’ have no free will and that everything is predestined or predetermined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-3616972442398225038?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/3616972442398225038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=3616972442398225038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3616972442398225038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/3616972442398225038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2007/10/down-in-black-gang-book-review.html' title='Down In The Black Gang Book Review'/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/Ryf_zc1cm6I/AAAAAAAAABU/PqcMqnZncPc/s72-c/c2781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17121070.post-115509557250535113</id><published>2006-01-08T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:06:53.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/134/1643/1600/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/134/1643/320/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17121070-115509557250535113?l=captaincraft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/feeds/115509557250535113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17121070&amp;postID=115509557250535113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/115509557250535113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17121070/posts/default/115509557250535113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captaincraft.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CaptainCraft</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645282677784976948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgupEoB9mu8/S-YythjXLtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jWi8JLrAQWw/S220/Snapshot_20100430_2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
