<?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-14943878</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:15:03.510-04:00</updated><category term='Fire'/><category term='hose'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='immersion'/><category term='class'/><title type='text'>The World According to Joe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-191695139466546291</id><published>2007-08-08T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:19:41.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Conversation Anyway</title><content type='html'>I know you all were probably the next post to be one about the wedding, but I found this video which made me die laughing. Only people that have seen Star Wars can truly appreciate it tho, so keep that in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EERaf15vOR4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EERaf15vOR4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again.....LOLOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orK_H_m9n78"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orK_H_m9n78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-191695139466546291?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/191695139466546291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=191695139466546291' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/191695139466546291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/191695139466546291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/08/boring-conversation-anyway.html' title='Boring Conversation Anyway'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-5393780408144128165</id><published>2007-07-09T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:19:27.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eBay Scammer vs. Judge Judy</title><content type='html'>This is exactly what every person who's ever dealt with a scammer on eBay has wanted to see. I was cheering half the video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJDK6ctRjqw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJDK6ctRjqw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-5393780408144128165?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5393780408144128165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=5393780408144128165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5393780408144128165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5393780408144128165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/07/ebay-scammer-vs-judge-judy.html' title='eBay Scammer vs. Judge Judy'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-5011115782403928108</id><published>2007-07-08T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:25:01.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Roommates</title><content type='html'>You just have to see this one for yourself. Those of you who know him, I present Robby Burg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tMXB7M46rY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tMXB7M46rY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-5011115782403928108?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5011115782403928108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=5011115782403928108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5011115782403928108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5011115782403928108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/07/singing-roommates.html' title='Singing Roommates'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-8125441354789480943</id><published>2007-07-08T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:47:24.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This One is for You Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEGPYfywwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2EpjStF0x60/s1600-h/dsc_0073_bw_8x10_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEGPYfywwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2EpjStF0x60/s400/dsc_0073_bw_8x10_crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084852315621606146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to the beginning of my relationship with Sarabeth's and how it came about. It's not meant to be a bragging post, just one that gives some of you some insight into the beginning of our relationship. I figured SB could use the encouragement when she is in Chicago, so this one is for you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpD_c4fywsI/AAAAAAAAADc/MuQrtgp-mEI/s1600-h/IMG_2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpD_c4fywsI/AAAAAAAAADc/MuQrtgp-mEI/s400/IMG_2056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084844850968445634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/1/2005 - I took this picture of my phone because as you can see there is no battery left, but I really wanted to call her because I told her I would; enough to take a picture of my phone just to make sure I'd have the number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpDzoIfywrI/AAAAAAAAADU/tQg0lNQvUxw/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpDzoIfywrI/AAAAAAAAADU/tQg0lNQvUxw/s400/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084831850102440626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/8/2005 - Here is Sarabeth and Drew at Campus Crusade's Fall Retreat, one of the final confirmations that yes indeed, I did want to ask Sarabeth to be my girlfriend. Little does she know, that I sat up till about 2 with my friends Dan Blosser and Robbie Burg from Crusade talking about my feelings for Sarabeth, and how miraculously different she was from anybody else I had ever been interested in. Part of the discussion I had with Robby hasn't really been talked about ever, so I'll shed part of that insight. Robby really called it when told me that he thought SB and I would get married. At the time, I didn't really want to think that, because I said, thought to myself, "I know that the reason I'm getting into this relationship is I think that we do have a good potential for that, but I'm in no way going to think about it for the time being, just getting to know her and appreciate her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEAzIfywtI/AAAAAAAAADk/uFPg4YzqBEI/s1600-h/IMG_2160a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEAzIfywtI/AAAAAAAAADk/uFPg4YzqBEI/s400/IMG_2160a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084846332732162770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/14/2005 - Ahh yes, the first date as officially "boyfriend/girlfriend". We went to Danielle's house for pumpkin carving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEBvIfywuI/AAAAAAAAADs/zFRFwNcpezc/s1600-h/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEBvIfywuI/AAAAAAAAADs/zFRFwNcpezc/s400/IMG_2769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084847363524313826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time Sarabeth came to church with emo Joe. We were still having worship in the old sanctuary back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEDOofywvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aIT2WqCigEY/s1600-h/IMG_3177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEDOofywvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aIT2WqCigEY/s400/IMG_3177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084849004201820914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/30/2006 - The famed, "Joe...don't take my picture right now. I'm SERIOUS Joe, don't take my picture!!!" Shameless flirting in her dorm room at 63 Beech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1758/500119092490563/1600/normal__DSC6160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1758/500119092490563/1600/normal__DSC6160.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1758/500119092490563/1600/normal__DSC6174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1758/500119092490563/1600/normal__DSC6174.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/22/2006 - I asked her to marry me. She was sold hook line and sinker on the 5 year plan and was shocked like crazy, but sooo happy. I can't believe it's almost time for us to get married. I love her so much and I'm so excited for our lives to start as a married couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here's some of our engagement Pics. I absolutely can't wait for the wedding!!!!!! I love you Sarabeth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEGPofywxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GWPx1D_JmLM/s1600-h/dsc_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEGPofywxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GWPx1D_JmLM/s400/dsc_0065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084852319916573458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEGP4fywyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Md-dZVeW8ps/s1600-h/dsc_0120_square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEGP4fywyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Md-dZVeW8ps/s400/dsc_0120_square.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084852324211540770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-8125441354789480943?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8125441354789480943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=8125441354789480943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8125441354789480943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8125441354789480943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-one-is-for-you-babe.html' title='This One is for You Babe'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RpEGPYfywwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2EpjStF0x60/s72-c/dsc_0073_bw_8x10_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-7237691807075435320</id><published>2007-06-28T00:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:06:26.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Controls You</title><content type='html'>Is it the WII??!?!?!?!?!? Check out this funny short about everyday life with Wii and Wiivil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYQhxtigExc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYQhxtigExc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-7237691807075435320?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7237691807075435320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=7237691807075435320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/7237691807075435320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/7237691807075435320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-controls-you.html' title='What Controls You'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-1808457682463308803</id><published>2007-06-24T08:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:13:09.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Sunday Final</title><content type='html'>That's right, I'm going to leave in a few minutes depraved of sleep and go take a final on a Sunday morning for my business ethics class. Why am I sitting here typing this if I know that this is the case? I guess that's just the way I roll. All I have to say is, after today I can turn into a normal human again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolled out my package to 300 call center clients yesterday at 1:00 AM, no problems. Rockit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-1808457682463308803?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1808457682463308803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=1808457682463308803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/1808457682463308803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/1808457682463308803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-for-sunday-final.html' title='Time for a Sunday Final'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-4124287356602344078</id><published>2007-06-17T16:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:03:45.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immersion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Drinking from the Fire Hose (and getting beat by one)</title><content type='html'>So this weekended I embarked upon a wonderful mission of drinking from a fire hose. Not literally; BUS-329-XIM Business Ethics. The portion that comes after the class number (329) determines the section, so I'm pretty sure that this one means "Extremely Immersed Methodology", as the 3 credit course is only 5 days long. This means from 9:00 AM-5:00 PM  every day of class I am a slave. What's even worse is that I need to take a day off of work for this Wednesday's class; and I really can't afford to do that. It's not a terrible class, it's just the burden of a lifetime. We covered 6 chapters in 2 days and the midterm is on Wednesday. Captain Insano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heineken is a new favorite, never had it until recently. Also a single Red Bull kept me attentive the entire class, it might become a new favorite. Unfortunately I admit the rip off of $2 a can, but I can't help it. I'm sure it's rotting my insides as well, but I ate a salad for lunch. I'll be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget drinking from the fire hose, I feel like these dudes: getting beat down straight up owned by the fire hose. Extra credit for whoever can name the movie without looking it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes it funnier if you imagine the guy in the video is my professor and the assailants are my classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bw.edu/academics/bus/acad/faculty/ward/ward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.bw.edu/academics/bus/acad/faculty/ward/ward.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire Hose Beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ov0_E_tNQI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ov0_E_tNQI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-4124287356602344078?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4124287356602344078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=4124287356602344078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/4124287356602344078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/4124287356602344078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/06/drinking-from-fire-hose.html' title='Drinking from the Fire Hose (and getting beat by one)'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-8713540037321446710</id><published>2007-05-29T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:46:25.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unequally yoked...Tennis</title><content type='html'>In the Bible 2 Corinthians 6:14 says:"Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness?"  (KJV). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of a better verse to describe my tennis partner. If you know me at all, you know that I am very competitive, especially when it comes to sports and games. So when I am practicing tennis, I would love to have someone who is about my skill level to sort of spar with. However, this is not the case. My tennis partner cannot throw, catch, swing, or otherwise make a fluid motion with her racket. I found myself trying extremely hard to be cheerful and say whoops and such, but I can only do that so many times before I get frustrated that I spend my tennis class running after her mistakes. Should I really go that far to ask to be switched?!?! NO says I. That would be rude, plus this is teaching me patients. And then we start playing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about unequally yoked. And for myself, talk about impatient. Maybe I should learn to wait and remember that not everyone can be superstars at everything. (I'm by no means implying that I am a superstar at everything, you should see my golf swing, boy is that a joke). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebronnnnnnnnn JAmmmmmeeeesssssss it's a series now. 2-2. GO CAVS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-8713540037321446710?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8713540037321446710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=8713540037321446710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8713540037321446710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8713540037321446710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/05/unequally-yokedtennis.html' title='Unequally yoked...Tennis'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-4434459506313750912</id><published>2007-05-26T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:14:20.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Falwell?</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me if this is Jerry Falwell in the pic? I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RlkFg9fVpNI/AAAAAAAAADM/6SAsL8aBrhc/s1600-h/BNYC-05_064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RlkFg9fVpNI/AAAAAAAAADM/6SAsL8aBrhc/s400/BNYC-05_064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069088919402161362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was at BNYC @ Liberty FYI...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-4434459506313750912?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4434459506313750912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=4434459506313750912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/4434459506313750912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/4434459506313750912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/05/jerry-falwell.html' title='Jerry Falwell?'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RlkFg9fVpNI/AAAAAAAAADM/6SAsL8aBrhc/s72-c/BNYC-05_064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-3141802116153949854</id><published>2007-05-22T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:52:04.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stop a Brain Freeze</title><content type='html'>1.  Understand what causes brain freeze. When the cold object touches the roof of your mouth, the blood vessels tighten up in response in an effort to prevent loss of body heat. As the coldness recedes, the blood vessels loosen up again, quickly increasing blood flow to the brain. This sudden release is what causes the intense headache sensation.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Prevent cold food from touching the roof of your mouth. Obviously, you're not going to give up cold foods just so that you can avoid brain freeze. Rather, let the bite or sip warm on your tongue before you let the substance touch the roof of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Relieve brain freeze pain by quickly warming the roof of your mouth (also referred to as the palate) after it's already been cooled. If you do this soon enough, you may be able to ease the surge of blood flow to your brain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          * Touch your tongue to your palate. If you can roll your tongue in a ball, press the bottom of your tongue to the roof of your mouth. The underside of your tongue may be warmer than the top side which was probably cooled by the Slurpee you just chugged. (Some people find that firmly pressing your tongue against the roof of the mouth alleviates brain freeze, so try applying extra pressure!)&lt;br /&gt;          * Drink a warm substance. Slowly sipping room temperature water also does the trick for some people.&lt;br /&gt;          * Make a mask with your hands to cover your mouth and nose. Breathe quickly, raising the temperature inside your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;          * Press a warm thumb against your palate. &lt;br /&gt;   4. Wait it out. The brain freeze will usually pass on its own within 30-60 seconds. Sometimes the shock of the brain freeze makes it seem worse than it really is, but if you expect it and know that it'll come and go, it doesn't have to be a traumatizing experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-3141802116153949854?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3141802116153949854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=3141802116153949854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3141802116153949854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3141802116153949854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-stop-brain-freeze.html' title='How to Stop a Brain Freeze'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-4260602457210588165</id><published>2007-05-16T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:03:29.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarabeth's Goodbye to BW</title><content type='html'>These pictures were too cute to keep to myself. I'll probably get in trouble for posting them, but it's worth it. She really loves this school and a lot of people don't know how much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rkt-udfVpLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rC_CGSwfNIQ/s1600-h/CIMG1387copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rkt-udfVpLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rC_CGSwfNIQ/s400/CIMG1387copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065281542563407026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB sad face (you really have to open this one to see how sad and cute she really looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rkt-tNfVpJI/AAAAAAAAACs/8H7DipNR2_A/s1600-h/CIMG1368copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rkt-tNfVpJI/AAAAAAAAACs/8H7DipNR2_A/s400/CIMG1368copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065281521088570514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe tries to make it better the only way he knows how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rkt-tdfVpKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7VwZSpOoLyE/s1600-h/CIMG1370copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rkt-tdfVpKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7VwZSpOoLyE/s400/CIMG1370copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065281525383537826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-4260602457210588165?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4260602457210588165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=4260602457210588165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/4260602457210588165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/4260602457210588165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/05/sarabeths-goodbye-to-bw.html' title='Sarabeth&apos;s Goodbye to BW'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rkt-udfVpLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rC_CGSwfNIQ/s72-c/CIMG1387copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-3671612175850287866</id><published>2007-05-14T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:40:07.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.166</title><content type='html'>No, it is not Pi, it is my GPA for last semester. Considering the amount of projects at AmTrust I was working on and my course load, I'd say that's pretty impressive. It was 2 A's, 1 B and 1 C+. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be changing the church for the wedding, so we'll see what happens on that. Waiting on a callback, but I'm going to call tomorrow and figure out for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run, SB, ravioli, the Cavs and 24 are waiting for me at Grans house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-3671612175850287866?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3671612175850287866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=3671612175850287866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3671612175850287866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3671612175850287866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/05/3166.html' title='3.166'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-2396744068896903745</id><published>2007-05-03T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:27:35.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray Day!</title><content type='html'>Today was a very hooray day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST: there are only 100 days left to the day I am married to the beautiful, intelligent charming Sarabeth as noted in the sidebar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, on Monday this week my boss Jason told everyone he was taking a job at another company, which was a real hit to everybody because he has an amazing work ethic, and is a very good manager. Plus he's an OK guy and not too bad to hang around with. [/sarcasm] So that's part 1 of the secondly. Today was part 2, in that he decided stay after some management changes were made (methinks he gets mas $ now too, and good for him). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRDLY, He called a team meeting at 11:30 and told us everything you see in secondly. Then he told everyone to cancel everything they had for the whole afternoon, that we were going to go do something fun. So after a bit of debate we ended up at Dave &amp; Busters for the whole afternoon. I had 2 dortmunders, a peppercorn sirloin steak, and wings for lunch. I also played many a video game and shot a few baskets and went 2 games of pool, both of which I lost GARRR not cool. What an amazing day. Could it get better? Oh yes it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rjp6oRN6KKI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ttk7vtfgBOU/s1600-h/phonephoto025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rjp6oRN6KKI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ttk7vtfgBOU/s400/phonephoto025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060491963539269794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt playing a helicopter game and Damel taking a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, SB and I went and signed officially for the apartment in Brunswick, Cross Creek Apts. We went with the 3rd floor which is nice because it has vaulted ceilings, it's lower cost, and we get $500 dollars off whenever we want to spend it. We were shown 2, and it was God's hand that the key didn't work in the 2nd one, because they were both kind of questionable. For example, check this note on this persons door. Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rjp6ohN6KLI/AAAAAAAAACc/YP9o3gRQnI8/s1600-h/phonephoto027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rjp6ohN6KLI/AAAAAAAAACc/YP9o3gRQnI8/s400/phonephoto027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060491967834237106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if the cat truly is panicking, the last thing it's going to think to do would be run out the door. It would most likely hide behind furniture. Secondly if it is panicking and you grab it as it's running past your legs, say goodbye to your hands. Not a cat fan here folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the rental office and she gave us keys for another building and apt on the other side of the complex, much better, and no smoky smell in the lower doorway. Check this shot from the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rjp6ohN6KMI/AAAAAAAAACk/VTbbwzBivr8/s1600-h/phonephoto026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rjp6ohN6KMI/AAAAAAAAACk/VTbbwzBivr8/s400/phonephoto026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060491967834237122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look pretty good especially for what we are paying, Luke should be helping us move stuff around on Saturday, we'll see how that goes. Picking up the keys tomorrow. ROCK...ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-2396744068896903745?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2396744068896903745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=2396744068896903745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/2396744068896903745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/2396744068896903745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/05/hooray-day.html' title='Hooray Day!'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rjp6oRN6KKI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ttk7vtfgBOU/s72-c/phonephoto025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-3807634578707498006</id><published>2007-04-29T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:09:15.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Papercut in a Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RjUJbRN6KJI/AAAAAAAAACA/PIa8-TD0vk4/s1600-h/IMG_3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RjUJbRN6KJI/AAAAAAAAACA/PIa8-TD0vk4/s400/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058960120503478418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, I just got sliced up by a Giant Eagle customer survey. WOW this thing hurts. Had to blog. Dang it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-3807634578707498006?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3807634578707498006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=3807634578707498006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3807634578707498006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3807634578707498006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/worst-papercut-in-long-time.html' title='Worst Papercut in a Long Time'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RjUJbRN6KJI/AAAAAAAAACA/PIa8-TD0vk4/s72-c/IMG_3934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-8946778036188241972</id><published>2007-04-29T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:13:21.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Ally's Blog for Engagement Pics</title><content type='html'>Yep, defer to Allyson Voller's blog to see some cool pics of me and SB. It is on the sidebar, or &lt;a href="http://allyanne.typepad.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to steal this one, Was browsing through Luke's photos because of the a weird "random image" and found this one, OK everyone together...AWEEEEEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lukeandhannah.com/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=933&amp;g2_serialNumber=2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://lukeandhannah.com/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=933&amp;g2_serialNumber=2" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-8946778036188241972?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8946778036188241972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=8946778036188241972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8946778036188241972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8946778036188241972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-allys-blog-for-engagement-pics.html' title='Check Ally&apos;s Blog for Engagement Pics'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-6847099139967965962</id><published>2007-04-25T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:06:34.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilling on the Go</title><content type='html'>Yess folks it's that time once again. Summer, the outdoors and steak. Don't get stuck without a grill! Perfect for that after work tailgating party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.scifi.com/tech/pics/porbarvar_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://blog.scifi.com/tech/pics/porbarvar_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.scifi.com/tech/archives/2007/04/24/portable_grill.html"&gt;The Grill on the Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-6847099139967965962?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6847099139967965962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=6847099139967965962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/6847099139967965962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/6847099139967965962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/grilling-on-go.html' title='Grilling on the Go'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-3224187513136733191</id><published>2007-04-24T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:01:22.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Suck Day</title><content type='html'>Today, is just a suck day. I feel like a vacuum cleaner, I just suck. I woke up late, (not that it matters because of flex time) I had a fairly unproductive day at work and my schedule is collapsing on these 2 upcoming weeks. I am not excited for the remainder of this week or next week. Perhaps today is just a downer. Nothing feels like it matters, especially anything that I do. My classes are useless, I don't have an apartment yet, the driver side door of my Accord hasn't opened from the outside in months (and I never have had time to fix it because I need it every day). I know this is sounding like a complain session and well it is. Guess what, it's my blog so read it and like it. Or don't like it and chalk it up to another of today's failures. Man. I'm going to another useless depressing class from my ADD prof who can't remember my name even though he asks me every class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-3224187513136733191?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3224187513136733191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=3224187513136733191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3224187513136733191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3224187513136733191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/suck-day.html' title='A Suck Day'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-3220010987703096284</id><published>2007-04-18T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:22:02.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>I was woken by my roommate kicking the foot of my bed (as opposed to normal humans that have the luxury of actually hearing their alarm clock). Normally I would snooze the alarm clock, roll over and enjoy the next 10 minutes of peace. This morning was different. Something absolutely amazed me about the alarm clock. I hit the snooze, turned over and stared at the electronic waking device. I marveled at its purpose and thanked it for every moment it granted me silence. I stared at the impossibly slow changing digital numbers until it the sound it emitted startled me beyond understanding, as only a true non-morning person can understand.  Quite interesting is the human mind. Makes me wonder if mine is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-3220010987703096284?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3220010987703096284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=3220010987703096284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3220010987703096284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3220010987703096284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-5541688624345227868</id><published>2007-04-14T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T16:08:12.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Registry</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, it's time for the wedding registry. Should you decide to purchase an item for the lovely couple, you will find the link (soon to be links) conveniently located in the sidebar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPLHsn4I/AAAAAAAAABg/ooVyPQBgJRQ/s1600-h/img008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPLHsn4I/AAAAAAAAABg/ooVyPQBgJRQ/s400/img008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053373294127652738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPbHsn5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6WlWC3UOHxY/s1600-h/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPbHsn5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6WlWC3UOHxY/s400/img009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053373298422620050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPrHsn7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Net1KUTXJ2c/s1600-h/img012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPrHsn7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Net1KUTXJ2c/s400/img012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053373302717587378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I help it that I'm turning into my Dad? Only time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPbHsn6I/AAAAAAAAABw/RipHZX2GvBo/s1600-h/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPbHsn6I/AAAAAAAAABw/RipHZX2GvBo/s400/img010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053373298422620066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-5541688624345227868?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5541688624345227868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=5541688624345227868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5541688624345227868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5541688624345227868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/wedding-registry.html' title='The Wedding Registry'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEwPLHsn4I/AAAAAAAAABg/ooVyPQBgJRQ/s72-c/img008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-5034157435913557723</id><published>2007-04-14T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:47:45.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain of Dew..and Dr. Pepper, Mug, Code Red for that matter.</title><content type='html'>What happens when you get Mike and Joe have way too much time and plenty of pop? Besides beating up his brother Nick, we build things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all I think we used more than 4 cases of pop, but you can count and prove me wrong if you really want to. We reached our goal of: the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEvRbHsn3I/AAAAAAAAABY/wU3c0hOBqDc/s1600-h/img017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEvRbHsn3I/AAAAAAAAABY/wU3c0hOBqDc/s400/img017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053372233270730610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEvRbHsn2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/TDnfoGAkvkY/s1600-h/img018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEvRbHsn2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/TDnfoGAkvkY/s400/img018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053372233270730594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-5034157435913557723?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5034157435913557723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=5034157435913557723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5034157435913557723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5034157435913557723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/mountain-of-dewand-dr-pepper-mug-code.html' title='Mountain of Dew..and Dr. Pepper, Mug, Code Red for that matter.'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RiEvRbHsn3I/AAAAAAAAABY/wU3c0hOBqDc/s72-c/img017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-3645643488828079600</id><published>2007-04-14T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:42:11.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old emails</title><content type='html'>I was thumbing through some old emails and I found this, kind of funny. Those silly fraudulent Nigerians, they don't know what's coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Greg, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice try with the fraudulent Paypal email but I think my grandma could have written a better one. Work on your English too if you really want to scam someone. I’ve reported you to eBay security. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: GREG TOLUWANI [mailto:greg1@lopezclub.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, February 01, 2005 10:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Joseph Clarke &lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: eBay Item Purchase: Dell Inspiron 8500 Laptop 54mbps/wifi DVD+rw 1 GB RAM (Item #6740707558)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;  I have sent the paypal payment. So kindly check your e-mail for the paypal confirmation mail and mail me immediately you recieve the payment confirmation from paypal so that i can send you my  daughter's address in Nigeria and my fedex account number then can just send the item today and mail the tracking num ber to paypal for verification at (paypal-verification@consultant.com)  thanks. i will be expecting your mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-3645643488828079600?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3645643488828079600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=3645643488828079600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3645643488828079600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3645643488828079600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-emails.html' title='Old emails'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-2286156398929828567</id><published>2007-04-10T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:30:52.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Peep Passover</title><content type='html'>This video is a video taken april 12 2005, which I decided to post in response to luke and hannah's blog: &lt;a href="http://www.lukeandhannah.com/?p=234"&gt;Peep Passover&lt;/a&gt;. Some of us do have microwaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nn9yVOsuiUc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nn9yVOsuiUc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-2286156398929828567?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2286156398929828567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=2286156398929828567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/2286156398929828567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/2286156398929828567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-peep-passover.html' title='Re: Peep Passover'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-8961145011481108267</id><published>2007-04-09T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:59:27.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foo Fighters</title><content type='html'>But not what you'd think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PrVjHGEuFMo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PrVjHGEuFMo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part: PUNCH HIM IN THE MICROFICHE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-8961145011481108267?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8961145011481108267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=8961145011481108267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8961145011481108267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8961145011481108267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/foo-fighters.html' title='The Foo Fighters'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-2171535454532839</id><published>2007-04-01T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T12:30:35.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Bell Adding Skills</title><content type='html'>Apparently Taco bell needs to learn how to add. Check this out, me and Luke went to Taco bell to grab some food before class (since he was in the area). It was only after close inspection of the 2 receipts that we discovered that there was a rounding error in the tax. Note in the photo the same exact subtotal, same store, order numbers 265 and 266 (one right after another), both paid with credit card, same subtotals: DIFFERENT TAX. Not like I care, it's just a penny, but it's still kind of funny. Sorry about the sauce, looks really nasty in the photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rg_cp4GsjnI/AAAAAAAAABI/PAnsulvjxy0/s1600-h/tacobell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rg_cp4GsjnI/AAAAAAAAABI/PAnsulvjxy0/s400/tacobell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048496319298834034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually asked one of my professors to explain it, and he said, "If you are honestly that worried about a penny you have bigger problems." Then he took a penny out of his pocket and said, "There, now you are square." He also said it was probably a rounding error in the software.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-2171535454532839?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2171535454532839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=2171535454532839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/2171535454532839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/2171535454532839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/04/taco-bell-adding-skills.html' title='Taco Bell Adding Skills'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rg_cp4GsjnI/AAAAAAAAABI/PAnsulvjxy0/s72-c/tacobell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-8034191214638490160</id><published>2007-03-14T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:33:41.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Senioritis...And A New Life</title><content type='html'>Why do I find it so difficult to stay focused on school recently? It's really finally hitting me that these classes will not directly affect my life or job after I graduate. And getting straight A's? Man, that is such a thing of the past. I just want to move on; I want BW to just give me the rectangular piece of paper that I've paid close to $60,000 for. Well, all that money didn't exactly come from me, scholarships grants and loans helped quite a bit. Still, I have my job, and more importantly understand now how corporate IT works. I also have found that I absolutely love my job, and my chosen field. I believe that I have an excellent jump on kids my age that are going into IT;  and anyone else for that matter. I had a lunch with Jason (my boss) last week, and we discussed MCSE (Microsoft Certified Systems Engineer) boot camps. A MCSE boot camp is basically where you go for 2 weeks, 14 days straight from 9AM-6PM and take a Microsoft test every 2 days until you have taken 7, and are certified. He told me that whenever he's interviewing, he asks how they got their MCSE, and if they reply with a boot camp he g enerally writes it off. However, I think that as long as you have experience with which to accompany the certification, it should be considered valid. What's funny about this blog is that I am actually writing it during class on paper, with the intention of posting it immediately afterwards. I've been meaning to blog for some time now, but there has been a lot going on recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/hitcrewpaintball/347757843B7Ffp3473Enu3D3243B3E3B3B4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/hitcrewpaintball/347757843B7Ffp3473Enu3D3243B3E3B3B4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined a paintball team called &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/hitcrewpaintball/"&gt;Team Hit Crew&lt;/a&gt;, based out of the Sandusky area, but have players all over NE Ohio. We will be practicing on Saturdays, probably in the afternoon because of some players' work schedules. They have their own field, and now their own air fills available to the team. We also are looking at buying paint in bulk to save for practice, which would greatly reduce the cost of practicing, but not necessarily the tournaments. If any of you would like to see a tournament, by all means check us out and ask me where and when. We'll be playing TPA, which stands for Total Paintball Addicts. We will be playing in division 3. There are actually 4 different classes at this tournament circuit, Open, D2, D3 and rookie. I think Rookie at TPA may be honestly the only true rookie division in existence. If you have ever played in a tournament worth naming, you are not allowed to play in this division. I actually haven't even met the guys on this team yet, I am active on the forums though. I am very much looking forward to playing again, it is such a fabulous sport. And good for your legs (@ Luke and Hannah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the life of Joe is the living quarters shopping. SB and I have basically narrowed our search to 2 places to live: either Medina or Strongsville. Myself I'm leaning towards Medina, because of a few reasons. 1) We get our Sundays back. It would be so different to wake up and not have to worry about wasting 2 hours just driving on 71 every Sunday. Plus we could just go home after church instead of looking desperately for some kind person's house to sponge off of for an afternoon. I really can't stand doing that. 2) Medina just feels like home. Most of the people in my friends link live in Medina, and it would be nice to actually be able to hang out with them impromptu without driving 40 minutes. 3) I think SB and I are both very happy with the layout of our apartment of choice; Price is good, washer dryer hookup, AC, internet ready and PARKING! GAH! First I must tell you what this means to me, and the nightmare that is parking at BW. I cannot possibly fathom the verbal beating I would deliver to the general contractor that came up with the brilliant idea of taking a perfect square area, and making the parking lot diagonal...and rectangular. Excuse my crude 3 second drawing, but I have things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RfihRI21NLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dM3CiQiV_t4/s1600-h/lamoparking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RfihRI21NLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dM3CiQiV_t4/s400/lamoparking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041957098648581298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All that parking, is generously allocated for a whopping total of 50 residents. Yes, 50. Count the 13 parking spots available for 50 students, and then ask yourself how envious you are if you don't have one. Not to mention how angry you get. This is yet another example of "expensive and inefficient", the motto I have developed for Baldwin-Wallace College. I cannot wait to be done with this piece of crap school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-8034191214638490160?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8034191214638490160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=8034191214638490160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8034191214638490160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8034191214638490160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/03/senioritisand-new-life.html' title='Senioritis...And A New Life'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RfihRI21NLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dM3CiQiV_t4/s72-c/lamoparking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-3186847048981048663</id><published>2007-02-23T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:15:56.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my sweet Angel!</title><content type='html'>Yep. Time for paintballin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rd-tfmsIOiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EXm4MkzpyBE/s1600-h/Angel+PIcs+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rd-tfmsIOiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EXm4MkzpyBE/s400/Angel+PIcs+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034933666896689698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rd-tgGsIOjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/r--XF0aAVn0/s1600-h/Angel+PIcs+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rd-tgGsIOjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/r--XF0aAVn0/s400/Angel+PIcs+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034933675486624306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both my Angels.  Doesn't she look bad mother???!!! She's the next Ollie Lang for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rd-tgWsIOkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1rzEsY0qFWo/s1600-h/Angel+PIcs+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rd-tgWsIOkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1rzEsY0qFWo/s400/Angel+PIcs+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034933679781591618" 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/14943878-3186847048981048663?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3186847048981048663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=3186847048981048663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3186847048981048663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3186847048981048663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-sweet-angel.html' title='Oh my sweet Angel!'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/Rd-tfmsIOiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EXm4MkzpyBE/s72-c/Angel+PIcs+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-8095353705819551176</id><published>2007-02-14T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:13:37.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OSB Coverage for Wednesday Feb 14th:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desktop Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe (Onsite)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damel (Remote)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mark (Remote)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anand (Remote)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matt (Remote)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jason (Remote)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh that's just dandy. Make the college kid drive make the 3 hour drive. Hoo freakin ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-8095353705819551176?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8095353705819551176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=8095353705819551176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8095353705819551176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/8095353705819551176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/02/nevermind.html' title='Nevermind....'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-3601722770587550939</id><published>2007-02-13T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:53:50.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>It feels like sky-diving and having your parachute breaking and landing in a swimming pool of Jello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen, I feel...like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RdIlX2sIOhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lje1mm_HpfQ/s1600-h/cancelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RdIlX2sIOhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lje1mm_HpfQ/s320/cancelled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031124825474087442" 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/14943878-3601722770587550939?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3601722770587550939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=3601722770587550939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3601722770587550939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/3601722770587550939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/02/muahahahahahahahaha.html' title='MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2Bt51t0lzk/RdIlX2sIOhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lje1mm_HpfQ/s72-c/cancelled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-7222121621827905126</id><published>2007-01-31T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:03:26.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: What Really Happened</title><content type='html'>Ohhh man. I thought to myself, holy cow, how dumb is this, then realized I did the exact same thing when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyWdDGTfVrE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyWdDGTfVrE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-7222121621827905126?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7222121621827905126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=7222121621827905126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/7222121621827905126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/7222121621827905126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-wars-what-really-happened.html' title='Star Wars: What Really Happened'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-7701642314252900332</id><published>2007-01-27T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:50:24.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK Go, new dance video!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-7701642314252900332?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7701642314252900332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=7701642314252900332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/7701642314252900332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/7701642314252900332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-go-new-dance-video.html' title='OK Go, new dance video!!'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-2827847078179228513</id><published>2007-01-16T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:14:32.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye for a while</title><content type='html'>My friends, my schedule is too hectic.  I must refrain from blogging in the general interest of my sanity. I just wanted to say, it's been fun. And I'll be back when the semester is over. Thank you, and have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-2827847078179228513?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2827847078179228513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=2827847078179228513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/2827847078179228513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/2827847078179228513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodbye-for-while.html' title='Goodbye for a while'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-7164172388682912829</id><published>2006-12-19T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T18:48:52.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dominoes Guy knows me by Name!!!</title><content type='html'>YES! I have come and achieved what it is that I came here to do at college: be known on a first name basis by the Lebanese Dominoes franchise owner. Sure there's some benefit in obtaining a college education, but heck man, this is serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant Replay:&lt;br /&gt;"Hi I have an order for pickup."&lt;br /&gt;"Your phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;"330, 591, 560-"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you are Joe..right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, you got it."&lt;br /&gt;"You want Kickers and Cheesy bread, that is your order?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, sounds good! "&lt;br /&gt;"See you in twenty minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I jumped around the pretty much empty apartment for no reason whatsoever. It's marvelous how the small things amuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-7164172388682912829?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7164172388682912829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=7164172388682912829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/7164172388682912829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/7164172388682912829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/12/dominoes-guy-knows-me-by-name.html' title='The Dominoes Guy knows me by Name!!!'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-5323467015940926135</id><published>2006-12-14T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:22:52.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dannnciinnnnnn YAAAAHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKfngVoxMLs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKfngVoxMLs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-5323467015940926135?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5323467015940926135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=5323467015940926135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5323467015940926135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/5323467015940926135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/12/dannnciinnnnnn-yaaaahhh.html' title='Dannnciinnnnnn YAAAAHHH'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-116611454709027785</id><published>2006-12-14T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:42:27.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>OK, apparently this is the cool thing to do nowadays (mad props to T and Wes). &lt;br /&gt;What you do is create a soundtrack for your life, by putting all your music on random and just filling in the song titles. Check out Ticket Taker Thompson's completely overlyprotected locked down xanga, or Wes' blog in the sidebar for more info. Here we go: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd - Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Smashing Pumpkins - Set Jerry to the Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) First Day At School: &lt;br /&gt;Wycleff Jean - Stayin' Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Falling In Love:&lt;br /&gt;Clay Aiken - Invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Breaking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley - All Shook Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Prom:&lt;br /&gt;American Hi-Fi - Flavor of the Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Life's OK:&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Mental Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;Smash Mouth - Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Driving:&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dre - Forgot about Dre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson - Sitting, Waiting Wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Getting Back Together:&lt;br /&gt;Dub Pistols - Official Chemical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Birth of Child:&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds - Losing Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot - Innocence Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Final Battle:&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - We never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;The Fray - Little House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;Hootie and the Blowfish - Let Her Cry (that was weird..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue Eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-116611454709027785?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/116611454709027785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=116611454709027785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116611454709027785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116611454709027785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-soundtrack.html' title='Life Soundtrack'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-116596683909805601</id><published>2006-12-12T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:40:39.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terry Tate REVISITED</title><content type='html'>OK guys, I know that recently I've been posting nothing but videos. The stress and finals might have something to do with that. This right here may be the only reason I'm still sane, Terrible Terry Tate, the office linebacker. What an amazing guy! You'll understand it best if you go from top to bottom. I've prepared them all in a chronological one stop shop for you. I recommend getting something to eat, grab a cold drink, and sit on down to 20 minutes of fabulous promotional hilarity. Yes, I'm sure some of you may have seen some of these already, but this is the whole collection. Quite awesome, no doubt. But make sure you don't watch them at work, lest you face the TRIPLE T PAIN TRAIN!!!! Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First: Terry Tate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIDEtJiX46E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIDEtJiX46E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Draft: Courtney Cate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M76rOSmieyE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M76rOSmieyE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry and the Nike Streaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzvtJrNjotI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CzvtJrNjotI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Tate: Sensitivity Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g91wjVxVn5E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g91wjVxVn5E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Goes on Vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xihIFyLuJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xihIFyLuJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Tate Remembered: OSPN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhCCZHqF2JI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhCCZHqF2JI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so should have been studying instead of posting this. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-116596683909805601?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/116596683909805601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=116596683909805601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116596683909805601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116596683909805601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/12/terry-tate-revisited.html' title='Terry Tate REVISITED'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-116536340795312615</id><published>2006-12-05T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:03:27.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL Ninja jump!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-9165023274267654493&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-116536340795312615?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/116536340795312615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=116536340795312615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116536340795312615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116536340795312615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol-ninja-jump.html' title='LOL Ninja jump!!!'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-116476801793943711</id><published>2006-11-28T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:40:17.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stevie Jobs, I hope you've watched this.</title><content type='html'>I laugh too hard at this. Maybe it's because I'm a geek, maybe it's because it's the only funny mac spoof out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kk15iIkKofc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kk15iIkKofc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-116476801793943711?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/116476801793943711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=116476801793943711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116476801793943711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116476801793943711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/11/stevie-jobs-i-hope-youve-watched-this.html' title='Stevie Jobs, I hope you&apos;ve watched this.'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-116363767701623160</id><published>2006-11-15T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:41:17.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaderlishous</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6A0rwG39Jzk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6A0rwG39Jzk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a clip of James Earl Jone's personal voice overs for star wars. The beginning and the ending are the funniest. Man are they funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-116363767701623160?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/116363767701623160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=116363767701623160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116363767701623160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116363767701623160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/11/vaderlishous.html' title='Vaderlishous'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-116285694635283426</id><published>2006-11-06T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:07:10.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Driver License</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/driverslicense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/driverslicense.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing your wallet has it's perks. Like making the lady at the BMV actually smile. Apparently the only rule is you must look forward. Cool by me. I welcome your comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...the engagement post is coming, I need to gather media. Relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-116285694635283426?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/116285694635283426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=116285694635283426' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116285694635283426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116285694635283426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/11/return-of-driver-license.html' title='Return of the Driver License'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-116121668312679732</id><published>2006-10-18T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:11:23.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard, Working from Home</title><content type='html'>Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's not everyday that you are able to work at your full time job from home. Yet again, thanks to Baldwin Wallace's incredibly cumbersome and overprotective network setup I was forced to find another internet solution. I had to work from home, I simply had to. Therefore, I spent my day working from the lovely office of Book and Bean located in Berea Ohio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/10-6-06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/10-6-06%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my various coffees tremendously, along with having lunch with the tremendously talented and beautiful girlfriend of mine: Sarabeth Centner. I had to use my personal phone to help a teller in Florida, but I suppose working from home is worth it, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/10-6-06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/10-6-06%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the office..don't you wish you could work here? (And I don't mean serving coffee). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB and I also went to the lovely costume party hosted by the Summers, in celebration of Allyson's birthday. I went as grapes and SB was a cowgirl. Sadly, I have no pictures of this event. I must hope that someone else posts them and I can link to their blog. Allyson apparently didn't like my costume enough to put it on her blog, but that's OK. My feelings aren't/weren't hurt. I'm a tough man. Luke said he would put the video of me the dancing grapes on his blog, but that isn't yet a truth. We shall see how fast that unravels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a break here in Astronomy of the Solar system. I think I'll get a coke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-116121668312679732?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/116121668312679732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=116121668312679732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116121668312679732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/116121668312679732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/10/working-hard-working-from-home.html' title='Working Hard, Working from Home'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115940081155957778</id><published>2006-09-27T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:46:51.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Class is the place to Blog</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves to blog in class. Actually, I inspired my friend Ron to bring his laptop to the boredom central of the universe. Yess, here in Astronomy of the Solar system, we learn about optics and telescopes, which are refracting the light from........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. That's what would happen if I told you any more than that. Yep yep, going to Pittsburgh this weekend to help my aunt with some IT stuff, she has a couple computers she wants me to get working, so hopefully I'll be able to do some good things there. We're starting a relationship series during Youth Group, I'm pretty excited about that. Hopefully none of the kids have my blog address. Well I'm sure they'll figure it out soon enough, seeing as how it starts this weekend. I like blogging during class because it's really the only thing that I can do without looking at the computer at all. I just sit with my hands on the desk and behold, I'm communicating to you all. So my astronomy teacher just pointed to a guy and said, "Your blouse is blue". He was wearing a T-shirt. I'll end it with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115940081155957778?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115940081155957778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115940081155957778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115940081155957778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115940081155957778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/09/class-is-place-to-blog.html' title='Class is the place to Blog'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115922830955159107</id><published>2006-09-25T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:54:26.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world is going on in my history class..</title><content type='html'>This class is crazy. I sit here and cross check everything my history prof with against Wikipedia, and most of the time it's correct and I sound really smart when I talk. It's really just not fair when I have a gargantuan database of articles linked to everything you could possibly want to know. It's absolutely crazy. This class is about the DEEP SAAAOUUUTH. Otherwise known as the Deep South for us "Yankee carpetbagger". It's an interesting thing, and I'm not going to lie, typing notes still makes me sound like a genius. Even though I'm just blogging here. I just learned that Cockfighting is legal in 4 states in the US, and there are also several magazines titled: &lt;em&gt;Grit and Steel&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Feathered Warrior&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The Game Cock&lt;/em&gt;. Yikes. One trainer said, "Theys as many kindss a roostas they is dawgs. You gotsta breed them for speed and powah". When fighting time comes, the breeder puts his bird through conditioning and feeding. Each bird is weighed, tagged and put against a bird in it's weight class. Just before the fight, handlers attach gaffs (razors). A pit for fighting usually measures 20' in diameter. When the referee says, "BILL YOUR BIRDS", they peck at eachother. When the ref says get ready, they put them on the ground. When they say PIT, they release their birds and they fly at eachother and claw vicisouly. They fight until one dies, or one stops pecking. The most popular type of fight is the derby, known as the "Cock Derby". Every rooster owner pays a fee, and the victorious rooster at the end leaves a massive winning for it's owner. The owners insist that cockfighting is an honorable fighting end for a rooster, as opposed to a simple egg laying hen lifestyle. Owners even hold such things as, "Cock Conventions". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What...the heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115922830955159107?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115922830955159107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115922830955159107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115922830955159107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115922830955159107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-in-world-is-going-on-in-my.html' title='What in the world is going on in my history class..'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115906226639979989</id><published>2006-09-23T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:44:26.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Darth Vader</title><content type='html'>Short and funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-439789897140820194&amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is long but hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-6449118369784196848&amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5490020651450496505&amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Just wayyyy out there but still kinda funny. At least it's bleeped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-6021365693605761325&amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115906226639979989?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115906226639979989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115906226639979989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115906226639979989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115906226639979989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/09/tribute-to-darth-vader.html' title='A Tribute to Darth Vader'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115879961979509006</id><published>2006-09-20T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:46:59.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well All is Good</title><content type='html'>Hey yall, Yes, Yes, you are reading the blog of a Systems Software Analyist I. God comes through in amazing ways, doesn't he? I've worked the full time job for 3 days now, and it is quite awesome. What is not awesome, is coming back to night classes like the one I'm sitting in right now. I spent the first 2 hours of the class coping with the fact that my computer never thought the USB mouse was unplugged from work, and therefore my touchpad didn't work. I could get everything connected except when I needed to verify my credentials, there was a little popup balloon, which of course I couldn't click. I could do everything but click a little stinkin balloon. Yikes. I am quite learning a bit. I have some goals in place for my new job, I figure if I post them I will be a bit more eager to get them closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objectives to Achieve before October Next Year&lt;br /&gt;1) Become MCP (Take 1 Exam towards my MCSE)&lt;br /&gt;2) Add a portion to the image&lt;br /&gt;3) Become comfortable with the entire packaging process from start to finish&lt;br /&gt;4) Clean up SMS reports, collections, and Advertisements. &lt;br /&gt;5) The Access Project (dun dun dahhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone in my group wanted the Acess project. And for good reason. Jason said to me, "You won't quit if I give you the access project will you?" I said, "No". Hardly original. I should have said, "Not right away", or something funny like that. Too bad. Man it is nice to be back on the internet during my nightclass. All I did last year was surf the web, and guess what my grade was? An A of course. Talk about a sweet deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats the deal with blogs becoming more pictures than words recently? I like to read peoples blogs and look at pictures. Hmm. I'm going to fix the way my archives work, I saw Sarabeth's &lt;a href="http://sarabethc.blogspot.com"&gt;new archive&lt;/a&gt; and want it. Ta ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115879961979509006?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115879961979509006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115879961979509006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115879961979509006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115879961979509006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-all-is-good.html' title='Well All is Good'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115801075252835736</id><published>2006-09-11T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:39:12.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress...and a map</title><content type='html'>Sooo it's weird waiting to see if you got the job you've always wanted. One of the guys I work with was fired my first "part-time" day at Ohio Savings Bank, and some of the members of my team encouraged me to apply for the job. It has been a painful two weeks since I gave thought to my options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dropping out of school and working full time&lt;br /&gt;2) Staying in school part time and working full time&lt;br /&gt;3) Staying in school full time and working full time&lt;br /&gt;4) Staying in school full time and working part time (like i am now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with #3, and applied for the job: Software Systems Engineer II. The guys in my group thought I would be a good candidate seeing as how I had learned the OSB environment from my internship, and I learn very quickly. Now comes the stressful part of waiting, especially because I KNOW that there are other people in IT applying for this position. Granted, I also know that my skill levels are equal or close to equal with theirs, but it is still a pretty nerve racking wait. I mean, this is the kind of job that you go to college to get, and here it is, potentially being offered to me right now. I want the job really bad, there's no point in trying to beat around    the facts. I have to trust that whatever happens is God's will for my life. Makes me feel better just even typing that right there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some fun. This is where the 100 most recent people who looked at my blog are from (including one from Romania not pictured). "Shhh...this is Spy stuff...." - The Marx Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/map.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/map.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115801075252835736?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115801075252835736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115801075252835736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115801075252835736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115801075252835736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/09/stressand-map.html' title='Stress...and a map'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115695078329169754</id><published>2006-08-30T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:13:03.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever see V for Vendetta?</title><content type='html'>If you have seen V for Vendetta, you must see this. Outstandinginly hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=7249104291486736993&amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115695078329169754?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115695078329169754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115695078329169754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115695078329169754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115695078329169754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/08/ever-see-v-for-vendetta.html' title='Ever see V for Vendetta?'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115687576486904779</id><published>2006-08-29T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:22:44.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Beats with GW</title><content type='html'>No doubt. Straight up the GW DIZZLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=1047157044159649860&amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115687576486904779?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115687576486904779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115687576486904779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115687576486904779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115687576486904779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/08/wicked-beats-with-gw.html' title='Wicked Beats with GW'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115623191379784673</id><published>2006-08-22T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:47:34.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great thing about being a Vampire</title><content type='html'>The great thing about being a vampire is that you get to stay up forever all night. At least that's what it feels like when I'm on vacation. I recently reset my brain clock for the vacation by staying up till about 5, then sleeping till 1. Boy did that feel great. I’m getting ready for yet another year of school, which of course goes hand in hand with staying up late, so I thought I should condition myself. It’s gonna be a crazy semester folks, 18 credit hours, 20 hours of work, A Cappella Fellas practices and gigs, helping with my church’s youth group and staying involved with the college and careers class. Think I’m running myself thin? Nonsense. This here is the man of mental steel. Fast as a ninja cut like a razor blade sofast..otherdjs say dammm if rhyme was a drug I’d sell it by the gram. And I sure when Vanilla ice wrote those lyrics he was thinking about that giant hoover dam which provides 4 billion kilowatt hours a year to California, Nevada and Arizona. What a tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this picture of my dad. It was too good not to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_1873.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115623191379784673?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115623191379784673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115623191379784673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115623191379784673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115623191379784673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-thing-about-being-vampire.html' title='The Great thing about being a Vampire'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115274371598846523</id><published>2006-07-11T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:38:27.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing/Wrecking on the Intern's Sea/Reef</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, not everyone has a manager who is as savvy and friendly as mine. Some call him Saint Linden. I however refrain from such oddities however refer to his as master splinter. Take for example my amigo and pal Chris who sits opposite corner from me. The last time he saw his manager was when he came in and barked at him for not filling out a time sheet. Before that he hadn't seen him in person for almost a week when he did the exact same thing afore mentioned. What is this intern's current task at hand? Planning an IT wide picnic. Put that on your resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the female intern who is sitting behind me and hopefully not reading over my shoulder named Kate. Some believe I have the hots for her (LUKE AND HANNAH) because I called her "this intern girl-friend that I have at work". The reason I originally specified that she is a female is because I have very few female friends that I keep in touch with on a regular basis outside of church folk. In fact there's pretty much zero. Also note the use of the dash, separating friend and girl. Very much different than "girlfriend". There is a point at the end of all this senseless babbling: Sarabeth Centner is the only woman for me and I love her tremendously. Now, back to the stupidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so called, "female friend" is the clueless brunt of Chris' (my co-hort in crime) and my remote trickery. We have amused ourselves with numerous activities such as closer her Internet Explorer 3 times in a row. This is the clutch part, because she will ask us, "Are you guys having problems with Internet?" (Note the lack of the indefinite article "the" Internet). Now comes the hard part where we have to avoid laughing. We hold back, and occasionally inform her that we are fine and instruct her to run a full virus scan, because viruses are bad. Closing her Outlook, and opening 32 notepads on her desktop is a classic. My elderly friend (that's 60+ year for those of you political people out there) Mark put it in a different light: "What's the use of flipping a blind man the bird?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this intern. Oh no. This intern is learning hand over fist about the IT world, building virtual machines, remote process execution (thanks Kate), Server Management Systems administrator tactics and tips, wise scripting and SQL database querying. If you understood what I said and could carry on a conversation about each of those items, my hat is off to you. In fact, today the main server that our group uses burnt through a RAID controller, (aka it's down) so we can't to 80% of our work. Right now I'm testing Vista Beta am very excited for it's release. Will I buy it right away? Heck no. I'll wait a few months a least, most benchmarks are showing way underscoring XP for gaming as well as high end applications. Plus mucho $ unless you&lt;br /&gt;have a UAkron ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been another intern lunch hour broadcast, thank you for tuning in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115274371598846523?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115274371598846523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115274371598846523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115274371598846523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115274371598846523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/07/sailingwrecking-on-interns-seareef.html' title='Sailing/Wrecking on the Intern&apos;s Sea/Reef'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115236721104094280</id><published>2006-07-06T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:13:44.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>Do you know about the people that record a voice mail greeting over and over and over again until they get it right? I am one of those people and this is my story. I recorded my voice mail greeting on this Monday. It was the day where everybody called off because it was the day between July 4 and the weekend. So I sat alone in my cube with not a sound on the entire floor with the exception of my Mr. Coffee 4 cup pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was now I decided would be a good time to record my greeting, because I could do it over as many times as I wanted without being embarrassed. Herein lies the problem, my brain doesn't function at 100% before I have coffee in the morning. So I picked up the phone with confidence and slumbery gusto preparing in my mind what I was to say to all the callers who wish to talk to the ever important intern Joe. I recorded the message, then listened to it. It had cut off the first 3 seconds of my message, so it didn't sound very professional. It proceeded to cut off every one of my messages making them all sound very stupid. After the 15th try I hung up the phone and said whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was today that I discovered my blunder. I received a voice mail and called the lady back, and when she answered she told me how my voice mail message was...askew. Apparently what was going on while I was recording the voice mail greeting before was that I was appending to the previous message, instead of deleting it completely like I thought I was. I immediately listened to my own voice mail greeting in horror as I heard the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi you've reached the desk of Joseph Clarke please lmeave me ah....crap.[Beep] Hi you've reached the Desk of Joseph Clarke, please leave me a message after the tone. Right, and if there's no tone? [BEEP] Hi you've reached the desk of Joseph clarke if you would like to leave me a messagenoo, they already know they're leaving a message you dumm-[Beep] Hi this is Joe Clarke's voicemail, please leave a message after the answering....(sigh)...[BEEP] Hi this is Joe Clarke, please do leave a message...that's retarded [BEEP] Hi this is Joee....Hi...delaying still? Hmmm we'll see [BEEP] Hi..Hi..This is Joe Clarke, please leave me a message and I'll get back to you..[CLICK]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just awful. But don't take my word for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115236721104094280?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115236721104094280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115236721104094280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115236721104094280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115236721104094280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/07/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115057116243347707</id><published>2006-06-17T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T15:06:02.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Dunk Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dTfoUVC-YY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dTfoUVC-YY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part is at 0:37 he says, "Get a medic!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115057116243347707?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115057116243347707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115057116243347707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115057116243347707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115057116243347707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweetest-dunk-ever.html' title='Sweetest Dunk Ever'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-115015045913258626</id><published>2006-06-12T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:15:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from the Office</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, this is Joe coming at ya live from Ohio Savings Bank, the corporate office. I'm on lunch break and thought of all you people just itching to read my next blog (yeah right). Anyway I thought I could tell you all a bit about how my summer is going thus far. I've been living at my friend Aaron's house with his family, because his dad drives into cleveland the same days I do, and works the exact same hours. To make matters even better, his building is just as close to his parking garage as mine, so that's a prety tight little conicidence. The job? Wow. It's pretty awesome, I never thought I would have as much fun or learn as much as I have here in the past few weeks. As I type this I'm upgrading 2 computers in Florida. Kinda cool huh? It's like these guys know everything about computers there is to know, especially from a management side. Working here has totally changed my view on computers, because I used to think like HOLY COW A NEW COMPUTER YESSS, and now it's just referred to as a box. A tool. One of the weaker links, that the important thing is really the software on the PC. I guess that's the mentality you adopt when you manage 5000+ machines. The intern flak isn't as bad as you'd think, although they were a bit upset when I brought in my own coffee maker. Especially when they saw that the pot was only a 4 cup caraffe. They haven't made me get them coffee yet, although they always talk about it; kinda like a lame mother who always threatens to ground their child and never does. I've been having a great summer, seeing my wonderful girlfriend Sarabeth almost daily, playing guitar, staying in a workout schedule, and what would a summer be without late nights of BF2? I know not. Speaking of which, the other day Chris and I had scores of 83 and 79, and the highest on the other team was 7. Wow.  That's basically what my summer has been so far. In 2 weeks I leave for West Virginia with the Youth Group, for camping, white water rafting, rapelling, spelunking and a high ropes course. It's gonna be awesome. Sorry I haven't blogged more, but when 12 hours of your day constitutes work you don't have too much free time. I'll try to keep it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-115015045913258626?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/115015045913258626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=115015045913258626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115015045913258626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/115015045913258626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging-from-office.html' title='Blogging from the Office'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114931185043883483</id><published>2006-06-03T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:47:10.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar Point with CAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3336.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3344.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3340.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lY9MLxE4IC0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lY9MLxE4IC0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114931185043883483?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114931185043883483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114931185043883483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114931185043883483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114931185043883483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/06/cedar-point-with-cab.html' title='Cedar Point with CAB'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114842186812382810</id><published>2006-05-23T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:04:28.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>My apologies for not blogging, I'm crazy like a goon. 9 hour days with 2 hours of driving makes Joe tired and not want to blog. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114842186812382810?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114842186812382810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114842186812382810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114842186812382810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114842186812382810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114703545245191222</id><published>2006-05-07T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:57:32.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gianormous Blog</title><content type='html'>Apparently a picture is worth a thousand words, so I've saved myself a lot of typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends. (hah, bet you thought gross was talking about Kevin and Chris).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. Are you sad yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3212.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby: "It's amazing how much crap I brought"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my dad loading a stove. Go dad go. (Should I have been helping? No? Duh, he's got it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my beautiful girl at church on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114703545245191222?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114703545245191222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114703545245191222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114703545245191222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114703545245191222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/05/gianormous-blog.html' title='Gianormous Blog'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114672202117669549</id><published>2006-05-04T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:55:00.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reprieve from finals</title><content type='html'>Sarabeth and I went to Pizza Hut for a little break from mass testing. I had just finished my History final, and SB had just finished her SPSS final (which i'm guessing was really hard because the computer ate her numbers during the test). We needed to get out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3182.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3183.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus I went to Pinnacle Woods paintball store because recently I've been getting really excited about paintball for some reason, even though I know I don't have any money to play over the summer. Pity. Watch for a suprise in the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and by the way..I put a stat counter in my blog..so I KNOW you people haven't been commenting...grrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114672202117669549?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114672202117669549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114672202117669549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114672202117669549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114672202117669549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/05/reprieve-from-finals.html' title='Reprieve from finals'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114643333490730321</id><published>2006-04-30T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:30:55.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a good day</title><content type='html'>I'm enjoying the learning of Linux today, as well as US History 1. Blah. My exam schedule looks like this: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/examsked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/examsked.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday I will be moving into my home for the summer, my good friend Aaron's house. That's Jim Aaron and myself at a 3-Man Beginner tournament, May 17, 2002. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/Team%20Shindiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/Team%20Shindiga.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Aaron himself (several years back of course). But don't let that gaping face fool ya, Aaron has been one of my closest buddies since highschool. Nobody be messin with Aaron. Plus now he's a lot bigger than me, so it's more like he would have to beat people up messing with skinny Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/Aaron%20what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/Aaron%20what.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of beatings, check out this hilarious video I found in my paintball folder while reminiscing. "The Sensless Beating of Aaron" If you watch closely you can see Jim accidentally hit josh's left arm with the bat. He was the only one actually hurt during the filming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwRJHyzCKLM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwRJHyzCKLM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his dad Bryon goes north to downtown Cleveland every morning, and I will be car pooling with him and another guy (oddly enough also named Brian, but the spelling of Brian number 2 I'm not so sure of). I will be going downtown every day to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/ohiologo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/ohiologo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for my sweet internship, IT job. (Mad props to the wicked sick IT connections provided by &lt;a href="http://www.landh.leapwisemedia.com/?"&gt;Luke Andrews&lt;/a&gt;). I really hope that I can be of significant help and learn a lot. All I can say is, I'm so ready for finals to be over and to start work. The best part about work, is that when you go home you (usually) don't have to think or worry about work. You get paid to do that. That and no homework are really what I'm looking forward to. Jiggawhat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114643333490730321?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114643333490730321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114643333490730321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114643333490730321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114643333490730321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-good-day.html' title='Today is a good day'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114524088283473442</id><published>2006-04-16T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:04:29.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Revenge...</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who know about my recent experience (shhh, some people still don't know). Here is my way of striking revenge. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Campus Security how can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;"There is a car parked illegally behind the dumpster in the Findley hall parking lot."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, we're sending someone over."&lt;br /&gt;"Great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought they were just going to give a ticket and leave. Haha, I was wayy wrong and boy did it make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3124a.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3124a.8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cue the towtruck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3138a.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3138a.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to "not your best week."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114524088283473442?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114524088283473442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114524088283473442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114524088283473442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114524088283473442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweet-revenge.html' title='Sweet Revenge...'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114505880352602452</id><published>2006-04-14T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:53:23.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that this semester is almost over..I just can't take my roommate's disgusting nature any more. I just have to vent my frustrations publicly or my mind will implode. This will have a direct affect on SB. For her sake people, leave a comment in agreement of the filth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114505880352602452?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114505880352602452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114505880352602452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114505880352602452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114505880352602452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/04/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114425542234974990</id><published>2006-04-05T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:43:42.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/legoillusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/legoillusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks pretty close to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114425542234974990?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114425542234974990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114425542234974990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114425542234974990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114425542234974990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/04/lego-remix.html' title='Lego Remix'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114425486960968789</id><published>2006-04-05T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:34:29.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane...Chinese Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OAgLW4T9UXc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OAgLW4T9UXc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right people, a different Backstreet Boys song. And if you didn't see it before, you're going to love it now. I'm sure you won't be offended, as long as you love me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114425486960968789?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114425486960968789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114425486960968789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114425486960968789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114425486960968789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/04/memory-lanechinese-boys.html' title='Memory Lane...Chinese Boys'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114404199632417894</id><published>2006-04-03T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:40:43.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should totally be studying...</title><content type='html'>But here I am typing so you guys can see what a cool weekend I had. First of all, Friday night was guys night. We (Chad Billy Joe Luke) played Monopoly and got womped by Chad and the oranges (does no one listen to me? I didn't give them to him). Also, Chad set a personal record by staying up until at least 2:30 AM watching the Star Wars movies, lets give it up for manliness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3078a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3078a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then guys night sorta continued into guys morning, where Joe Luke and Jason worked at Camelot, configuring the new server, firewall and workstations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hard network work, the A Cappella fellas met up at the Medina County Performing Arts Center for a rousing performance of 2 songs. We did them well and people really enjoyed us! How fun was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I rode a Ferrari. Let me just say, holy crap. Amazing. We went 150 MPH and it was el crazy. I was in Toledo helping Chris shoot some video for his marketing class commercial, and happened to get to ride with his uncle who happens to race cars for his hobby. The F-430 does zero-to-sixty in 4 seconds with a top speed of 196 MPH. Hubba hubba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Youth group, and the end of the day. Whew! Now if I could just get through my tests this week, I'd be golden. I hate this time change..what a rip...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114404199632417894?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114404199632417894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114404199632417894' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114404199632417894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114404199632417894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-should-totally-be-studying.html' title='I should totally be studying...'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114403249766773310</id><published>2006-04-02T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:53:19.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ebay Stuff for Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Check my "Stuff for sale" link in the bar. I gots 4 things for sale. Anyone want one? The descriptions are half the fun. &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ebay.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://pics.ebaystatic.com/aw/pics/logos/logoEbay_150x70.gif" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114403249766773310?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114403249766773310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114403249766773310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114403249766773310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114403249766773310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-ebay-stuff-for-sale.html' title='My Ebay Stuff for Sale!'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114377533360267242</id><published>2006-03-30T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:25:38.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite "Worst Predictions Ever"</title><content type='html'>"We will bury you."&lt;br /&gt;Nikita Krushchev, Soviet Premier, predicting Soviet communism will win over U.S. capitalism, 1958.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist-"&lt;br /&gt;Last words of Gen. John Sedgwick, spoken as he looked out over the parapet at enemy lines during the Battle of Spotsylvania in 1864. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sensible and responsible women do not want to vote."&lt;br /&gt;Grover Cleveland, U.S. President, 1905. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value."&lt;br /&gt;Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre, 1904.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A rocket will never be able to leave the Earth's atmosphere."&lt;br /&gt;New York Times, 1936. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell wants to hear actors talk?"&lt;br /&gt;H. M. Warner, co-founder of Warner Brothers, 1927. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fooling around with alternating current is just a waste of time. Nobody will use it, ever."&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison, American inventor, 1889 (Edison often ridiculed the arguments of competitor George Westinghouse for AC power).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what... is it good for?"&lt;br /&gt;IBM executive Robert Lloyd, speaking in 1968 microprocessor, the heart of today’s computers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114377533360267242?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114377533360267242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114377533360267242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114377533360267242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114377533360267242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-of-my-favorite-worst-predictions.html' title='Some of my favorite &quot;Worst Predictions Ever&quot;'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114357433205943970</id><published>2006-03-28T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:41:42.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the campus WHAT? Crusade for Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3j5KyVXRl-s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3j5KyVXRl-s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Drew knows the guy in the red hoodie, he was on a summer project with him. Pretty good parody if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen the original, you can see it &lt;a href="http://video.download.com/3800-11166_53-10897.html?tag=vdl_prefs_watch_tmp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , SNL's Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114357433205943970?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114357433205943970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114357433205943970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114357433205943970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114357433205943970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-campus-what-crusade-for-christ.html' title='It&apos;s the campus WHAT? Crusade for Christ'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114349595487622383</id><published>2006-03-27T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:54:52.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego like Crazy</title><content type='html'>So I was on the verge of selling all of my legos on eBay, however Luke stopped me at the last second and said, "WAIT! My future children! They want those!" So Luke now has my very nicely kept sets of legos. This right here? This is an indoor soccer arena, brought to you by the lego people. Click the link for pictures of this amazing and undoubtedly very time comsuming structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funmansion.com/html/Lego-Arena.html"&gt;Crazy Legos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114349595487622383?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114349595487622383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114349595487622383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114349595487622383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114349595487622383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/lego-like-crazy.html' title='Lego like Crazy'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114343438245076076</id><published>2006-03-26T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:50:27.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music doth soothe the savage beast</title><content type='html'>Sooo I had a cool experience the other day. Robby was kind of annoying me, so I put in some Jack Johnson and he fell asleep. Mere conicidence? Lets just say that I have a new reason to enjoy Jack Johnson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_3031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114343438245076076?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114343438245076076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114343438245076076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114343438245076076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114343438245076076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-doth-soothe-savage-beast.html' title='Music doth soothe the savage beast'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114323685164921888</id><published>2006-03-24T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:48:35.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post: Chuck Norris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/Chuck_Norris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/Chuck_Norris.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck Yes, it's Chuck. And what a man. Here's a memorable quote from this killer machine:&lt;br /&gt;"Men are like steel. When they lose their temper, they lose their worth." -Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Here's one about him:&lt;br /&gt;Guns don't kill people...Chuck Norris kills people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114323685164921888?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114323685164921888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114323685164921888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114323685164921888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114323685164921888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-post-chuck-norris.html' title='Random Post: Chuck Norris'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114255316821584721</id><published>2006-03-16T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:52:48.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Muscutariu: You must understand him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/n5738.195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/n5738.195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post which will let you the readers understand who my night class professor is. His name is Ioan (John) Muscutariu. In his classes, you will hear many interesting variants of the English language. As he is from Romania, he will probably never speak perfect english. These are some examples of what this yields:&lt;br /&gt;"When I talk, you pay me attention"&lt;br /&gt;"You did good job on quiz? I give you chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;"Yohn, how you say? (Jon??) Yes, Jon. Here your paper."&lt;br /&gt;"Please question. You ask me question any time."&lt;br /&gt;"There are an eagle..."&lt;br /&gt;"When you look at sky"&lt;br /&gt;[Writes on board] "Earse is our planet"&lt;br /&gt;"We are not in sowsa hemisfeer"&lt;br /&gt;"Ansheeen Astro Nomers....very rich imagination!"&lt;br /&gt;"I lost our Earth! I lost our sun! I am very powerful man, yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part is that I've created and posted this all during the class. Shame on me. But hey, what's a guy going to do in a 4 hour night class?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114255316821584721?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114255316821584721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114255316821584721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114255316821584721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114255316821584721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/professor-muscutariu-you-must.html' title='Professor Muscutariu: You must understand him'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114238049217207547</id><published>2006-03-14T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:54:52.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night BF2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/screen027.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/screen027.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke, I told you not to play on the slidey rope when they were setting the concrete!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/screen028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/screen028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke, I told you not to use the slidey rope without your athletic supporter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114238049217207547?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114238049217207547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114238049217207547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114238049217207547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114238049217207547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/late-night-bf2.html' title='Late night BF2'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114672369381502407</id><published>2006-03-07T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:21:33.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereophonics</title><content type='html'>I've talked to a lot of guys who burned out of blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that's where I'm headed. We'll see. I'm still really enjoying it for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life is going to change radically for the better in the near future of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those moments where you interrupt each other on IM, or conversations go 2 different ways? Some are quite funny without the continued speak.&lt;br /&gt;[21:04] Jessica Patchen: how will i get in?&lt;br /&gt;[21:04] elgwhoppo: sausage&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Kevin's break is going. I'm pretty sure he said he was going to see his niece. His NIECE. HE IS AN UNCLE. And he's a couple months older than me. Absolutely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Following friends of mine are married (ages in parentheses)&lt;br /&gt;-Josh, Julie (20, 20)&lt;br /&gt;The Following friends of mine are engaged&lt;br /&gt;- Josh, Angel (20, 20)&lt;br /&gt;The following friends of mine aren't married or engaged:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Wes, Jake, Chris, Matt.&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer-when I say friends, I mean from my MCA buds circle. Don't take offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just crazy. My friend luke was married at 20. She was still in college, and they are still happily living together in a great house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to paste the lyrics from my currently playing song, because they're quite interesting. Feel free to skip them if you are shallow and don't look for meaning in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me so where have you been&lt;br /&gt;Let me think now let me see&lt;br /&gt;I stood once where Hitlers feet&lt;br /&gt;had stood when he made his speech&lt;br /&gt;In Nuremburg in thirty eight&lt;br /&gt;When he tried to build the perfect race&lt;br /&gt;He said black man ain't gonna run &lt;br /&gt;Alongside our perfect sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Dallas too, the library&lt;br /&gt;The place they ended Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;We stood where Oswald took his shot&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion there's a bigger plot&lt;br /&gt;Costners back and to the left&lt;br /&gt;The picket fence the better bet&lt;br /&gt;Paris came and summer went&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel's now a flower bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous turf that made Jeff Hurst&lt;br /&gt;The vodka stops to quench my thirst&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Gate stroke Alcatraz&lt;br /&gt;And the fat man failed to get us passes&lt;br /&gt;Jimmys corner in Raging Bull&lt;br /&gt;De Niros jokes and bottled pills&lt;br /&gt;Elvis tales from Mr Woodward&lt;br /&gt;Any Richard Burton if you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists stare at tourist stops&lt;br /&gt;One more picture one more God&lt;br /&gt;Another top up for a change&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think, it makes you sane&lt;br /&gt;Talking more about yourself&lt;br /&gt;There's a mirror too, have a check&lt;br /&gt;Cheques are always passing through&lt;br /&gt;Some depart but a lot come too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant talk or pick your teeth&lt;br /&gt;You bite your tongue or chew your meat&lt;br /&gt;Sleep or drink or drink to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And one more week and we will meet&lt;br /&gt;We'll talk of what we haven't done&lt;br /&gt;Since we departed back a month&lt;br /&gt;We argue why we have to shout&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's nice to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like how it all comes back to the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;He tells her of his travels in the world, how deep down he misses her, comes back, fights with her and realizes it's been nice to be out. &lt;br /&gt;Every song when you get down to it pretty much is about relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get married. Actually, I take that back, I don't want to think about it. I just want to chill. Who needs to think about something that heavy now, GOSH!?? I want to be free of such a heavy topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia trip is nearing, can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114672369381502407?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114672369381502407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114672369381502407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114672369381502407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114672369381502407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/stereophonics.html' title='Stereophonics'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114142577289975563</id><published>2006-03-03T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:42:52.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls Came Over, and now BREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I got to meet one of Sarabeth's friends Kristine, and it was pretty cool because she is the first of SB's old friends that I have met! Holy cow...Hmmm...maybe she's hiding me from them...But seriously, it was cool to meet you Kristine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the question....to dye the roots, or cut it??!! GAH!! I need help with that one!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_3009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_3009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for SPRING BREAK! Freakin yes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a completely random statement. Through the concrete walls I just heard one of my neighbors try to sing the McDonald's "I'm Lovin it" slogan, and fail miserably. Wow. I gotta get outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114142577289975563?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114142577289975563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114142577289975563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114142577289975563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114142577289975563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/03/girls-came-over-and-now-break.html' title='The Girls Came Over, and now BREAK!'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-114020391951058989</id><published>2006-02-17T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:19:15.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong, or Funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=kKGxaol4qws&amp;eurl=&amp;iurl=ht"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/kidscared.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm having a hard time deciding if this is funny or just wrong. Scaring kids can be funny, but this takes it to a new level. Click the picture to see what I'm talking about. Volume is a must, you gotta hear this kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-114020391951058989?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/114020391951058989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=114020391951058989' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114020391951058989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/114020391951058989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/02/wrong-or-funny.html' title='Wrong, or Funny?'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113935810225081773</id><published>2006-02-07T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:34:53.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video, Bowling, Sunday, Lunch, Superbowl Partay</title><content type='html'>So the weekend started off with the BNYC video. My name is Joe, and I'll be your tour guide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke, don't you have like a 24" monitor somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2844.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke was like, "Excuse me love of my life, but I do need to access my computer and hate to ask you to move, but would you mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2842.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it was late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came bowling, Sarabeth bowled a 201! Holy smokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2855.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She beat us so bad it was enough to make four grown men cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2859.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm bacon cheddar burger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2864.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas enjoying a large bite of hamburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2865.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part about the superbowl party is the cleanup. Billy is too tall for the Ghostbusters vacuum, and Julie, well, laughter is an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2905.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113935810225081773?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113935810225081773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113935810225081773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113935810225081773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113935810225081773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/02/video-bowling-sunday-lunch-superbowl.html' title='Video, Bowling, Sunday, Lunch, Superbowl Partay'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113892008026205554</id><published>2006-02-02T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:41:20.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Day + An Awkward Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2814.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today seems to be a gloomy day. It's dark and rainy, I took a U.S. History test and classes seemed to drag on longer than normal today. What makes it even better is that I have yet to attend my four hour night class, where we learn about the stars. The best part about that class is Professor Muscutariu, an elderly hairless gentleman in his 60's from Romania. He speaks English, mind you, in bits and pieces. My favorite moments are when his brain freezes as he is searching frantically for the correct English words. This is often accompanied by a gaping mouth and a stare off behind our heads. I will try to obtain some pictures of this man whenever possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2812a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2812a.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't played Battlefield in a week, due to the outrageously slow internet connection our school generously provides. So today, I'm on and suddenly it speeds up! Hark! Then Luke jumps on during his lunch break, and I'm like NO WAY! And then we get into a level, and we both make it into a 2 seater attack chopper, (which basically never happens.) Holy crap! What are the chances!? And then my phone rings, and I already know who it's going to be, and I'm placed in one of the most awkward situations I've been in in a long time. Sarabeth returned my call right at that moment. Now guys, what would you have done? I mean seriously. I hadn't played in a week! I felt really bad because she went to have dinner with her Grandparents at 5:00, and I have night class from 6-10 so it was basically saying, yeah, we might not hang out today. So now, I feel like schmuck (I can hear SB apologizing already, lol) Dang. Well just goes to show you that the only good thing that can come from video games is reaction time. But she still rocks my socks. And she looks amazing in this pic, like she usually does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113892008026205554?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113892008026205554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113892008026205554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113892008026205554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113892008026205554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/02/gloomy-day-awkward-situation.html' title='Gloomy Day + An Awkward Situation'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113839346934210349</id><published>2006-01-27T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:31:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy List Compression Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/shame.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just condensed my buddy list on AIM. I have cut the fat people. If I haven't talked to you in the past 2 months, you have been put on the no-no list. This means you go into a group of shame wherein I choose not to see your name/screen name. I may at some point stoop to the second tier of IM users for some downgraded conversation. I must confess, it is a breath of fresh air not having to look at all those annoying people's away messages and names. Before, there were 72 friends, and 77 BW friends, now the numbers are down to 31 and 29. For sake of those who I don't really want to talk to, I have collapsed the groups so identities will remain anonymous. Did you make the cut?  I guess you'll have to IM me and find out. Maybe I'll reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113839346934210349?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113839346934210349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113839346934210349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113839346934210349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113839346934210349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/01/buddy-list-compression-day.html' title='Buddy List Compression Day'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113760669622004120</id><published>2006-01-18T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:55:49.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never shoot the artillery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/screen012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/screen012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little black rain cloud...or someone who just got hit by an artillery strike. Either way I'm sky high. Rock on. Also, the second picture is a perfect example of what happens when you have a connection problem, AKA, when you are at the Baldwin-Wallace College: Home of the World's most pitiful connection to the internet. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/screen007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/screen007a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113760669622004120?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113760669622004120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113760669622004120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113760669622004120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113760669622004120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-will-never-shoot-artillery.html' title='I will never shoot the artillery...'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113710734766050238</id><published>2006-01-08T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:09:07.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with the Folks</title><content type='html'>Hey all. The activity tonight was a visit to the grandparents house in Bay Village. We had our late Christmas celebration, which I got to celebrate with my Grandparents, Uncle Ross and Aunt Becky, the four cousins, Heather David Doug and Duncan, Paul and finally my parents. You know when you’re starting to get older, because the kids you remember being infants are now forming intelligent sentences. It’s like, Whoa, where did that come from? You just said, “Joey look at the intricate interweaving in my scarf”, and you’re 11. Don’t grow up too fast kids. Makes me happy that I’m a kid at heart, playing games and enjoying my stages of life as they come. Jim was missed tonight, was the first Christmas at Grampa Clarke’s we’ve had without him. But at least he’s warm. Prolly gonna hang out with the lady Sarabeth tonight, because it’s how I roll. She’s my sweetie. Enough mush for the masses, I’m out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113710734766050238?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113710734766050238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113710734766050238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113710734766050238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113710734766050238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/01/dinner-with-folks.html' title='Dinner with the Folks'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113650799793747367</id><published>2006-01-05T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:40:44.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Medic to the Rescue</title><content type='html'>So usually in battlefield 2, shock paddles are the Medic's tool for reviving teammates. But not today. More funny battlefield moments, as they arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/shock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/shock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113650799793747367?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113650799793747367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113650799793747367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113650799793747367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113650799793747367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/01/medic-to-rescue.html' title='Medic to the Rescue'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113633093151585163</id><published>2006-01-03T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:28:51.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day's work</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up from a rousing 4 hours of sleep to leave for work. Giddiap. I am now on the ride home from work with my chauffer/father driving at exactly the speed limit. Berea is a funny place to be yall. This is a pretty random blog I just realized. It is probably due to the sever amount of sleep depravation I have suffered. Killing was fun yesterday. Perhaps I will play a game of monopoly tonight, we shall see how it unfolds. It is the last night for the Ziggaman, (AKA Wes) to be here in Medina before the return to the place of study. We’ve just arrived at the house. I’m gonna publish this on Wifi and sign off. Gotta go. Peace yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113633093151585163?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113633093151585163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113633093151585163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113633093151585163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113633093151585163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-in-days-work.html' title='All in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113601116373336752</id><published>2005-12-31T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:39:23.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Conference Posting</title><content type='html'>Today was a groundbreaking day. Before today I had doubts about whether or not this conference would change me. I am now happy to report that I am leaving this conference a changed person. We heard the president of Campus Crusade for Christ speak about a number of topics: his history, crusade movements, bigwig Christian plotting pow-wows and other really huge news about what they see God doing on a global scale. For example, The Passion of Christ. Most of us have seen it and most of us know that Jews left the movie theatre saying Mel Gibson is the most anti-Semitic destroyer of Jewish faith since Hitler. So what good could come of this? Anything? Guess who started watching this movie as a result of all their bickering? The entire Muslim faith! They started it in 1 theatre, the line for the movie went around the block, and so they eventually had to open all 10 theatres only showing The Passion of Christ all day. Why in the world could this be? Because if the Jews hated it, they wanted to know more about it! That was just one little piece about what God is doing in the lives of us as a nation. So today Drew took a picture of a rent-a-cop and me at the mall...who was on a Segue (the scooter you stand on)...wearing a shiny silver helmet. Please excuse the temporary absence of pictures; they will be posted when the camera, cables and Internet are all in the same room (the internet is only free in the lounge. Yeah, annoying). Hot stuff. Word to the late nightness, I just had 2 cups of espresso. I'm going to regret that tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113601116373336752?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113601116373336752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113601116373336752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113601116373336752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113601116373336752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/12/return-of-conference-posting.html' title='Return of the Conference Posting'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113588475243013328</id><published>2005-12-29T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:32:32.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Conference Continues</title><content type='html'>Well I have officially finished the second main session and one other workshop on “Dating by Faith”. I really liked the speaker from the Dating by Faith, I didn’t really hear anything new, but the guy was really funny. I suppose it’s a good thing to have the really important stuff beat into my thick skull as much as possible. I must say the main sessions are really very good, but mental memo for tomorrow morning: brew the coffee that they give you for free. You need it for the 9:00 AM session. I also greatly enjoy just taking part in a conference and not attending the ever productive and informative staff meetings. To be quite honest, there are parts of the worship that I really enjoy and parts that I do not. The drummer is this 60 year old Arnold Schwarzenegger look-alike with nearly perfect rhythm and an endless amount of fills.  The rest of the group is great, but the leader just lacks something. He seems nervous sometimes. That really makes me uncomfortable. He should take some lessons from Todd Proctor. Makes me miss the BNYC worship, I really think they do a better job. We’ll see how that goes. Little bit of drama within our group, SB went up against the staff in protesting a $13 mandatory dinner and sort of got told her opinion didn’t matter. We shall see how that unfolds. So far the experience has been great and I’m looking forward to what God will be doing in my life. I wish I had pictures for you all, but I gave my 512 MB card to my little brother for a Christmas gift, so I am without. Rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113588475243013328?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113588475243013328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113588475243013328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113588475243013328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113588475243013328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-conference-continues.html' title='Christmas Conference Continues'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113580547302006524</id><published>2005-12-28T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:31:13.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving on the Scene</title><content type='html'>We just arrived on the scene of Christmas Conference and only after 1 run around the complicated 1 way streets and a 3 block run in the mild rain from parking we are safe in the lounge of the Westin Hotel. We may yet see signs of life here in Indianapolis. There are tons of people from all over north eastern USA, so that’s exciting for people who have done breaks and stuff like that. However, I haven’t yet had the pleasure. Right now Chris is talking to Sarabeth and I don’t like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113580547302006524?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113580547302006524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113580547302006524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113580547302006524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113580547302006524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/12/arriving-on-scene.html' title='Arriving on the Scene'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113415066136564550</id><published>2005-12-09T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:59:30.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Men...and snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=Lb6eAnp0Yec"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6630/1801/320/two_chinese_boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this is too funny for words. Hannah, I think you especially will get a kick out of this. In my dorm room, I'm the guy in the background. All I have to say is I hurt after watching this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is falling in Berea and the finals a wrapping up. I feel pretty confident about them personally. Guess what? Sarabeth and I took this picture from the second story window of my dorm. Funny story that goes with. My camera has only a 10 second timer, so after I focused it, I booked it down the stairs. I heard something but didn't think anything of it as I flew into the blustery cold. We looked up at the camera, saw the flash and I immediately dashed back to the door thinking, "I bet I dropped my keys." Alas, I must improve my dashing skills. For inside the door sat my keys until I called my roomy who let us in. It's the small stuff that makes a night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2661.jpg" alt="" 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/14943878-113415066136564550?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113415066136564550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113415066136564550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113415066136564550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113415066136564550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/12/chinese-menand-snow.html' title='Chinese Men...and snow'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113347135990108188</id><published>2005-12-01T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:18:07.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Of Everything</title><content type='html'>OK Guys, It's not my fault, Allyson made me do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Seven things to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parachuting (hopefully not the last thing I do before I die)&lt;br /&gt;Eat steak for 1 day all day&lt;br /&gt;Get married&lt;br /&gt;Understand at least 15% of female emotion&lt;br /&gt;Become the best at something&lt;br /&gt;Beat Chad in racquetball and chess (racquetball BEFORE he gets older..er.)&lt;br /&gt;Get a new cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seven things I cannot do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw left handed&lt;br /&gt;Become pregnant&lt;br /&gt;understand my roomy's taste in music&lt;br /&gt;explain God&lt;br /&gt;Remember my dad's birthday, How awful is that? I went to the pharmacy today and they asked me and i felt like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;Read military time in an orderly fashion&lt;br /&gt;touch a doorknob or metal without getting a static shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Seven things that attract me to my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;The way her voice sounds when I'm feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Her passion for Godliness&lt;br /&gt;Her amazing sense of commitment and perseverance&lt;br /&gt;Do I say she is incredibly hot, beautiful or cute? I'll just say all three and be safe. &lt;br /&gt;She actually thinks I'm funny&lt;br /&gt;The way our hands fit together&lt;br /&gt;Her smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Seven things I say Most often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Gonnesssss"&lt;br /&gt;"Robby..you girl..why you sleeping" &lt;br /&gt;"FIDDLESTICKS THIS STUPID JUNK BW CRAP CONNECTION GET ME A DIAL UP MODEM BLAHHHHHHH...GAAAHHHH!!! if i was a swearing man right now it'd be bad" (This is usually said on the hour every hour after BW's incredibly pitiful network causes me to die on the field of battle.)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh wow" &lt;br /&gt;"That's true" &lt;br /&gt;"oofah" &lt;br /&gt;"BW IT help desk, this is Joe" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Seven books/series I love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Rings &lt;br /&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;br /&gt;The Sun Also Rises&lt;br /&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;br /&gt;Curious George Goes to the Zoo&lt;br /&gt;Boy meets Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Seven movies I'd watch over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Napolean Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;The Star Wars trilogy &lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor's New Groove&lt;br /&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm only going to tag 3 people, hopefully they'll do it. &lt;br /&gt;Sarabeth&lt;br /&gt;Luke &lt;br /&gt;Kevin (i'm pretty positive he won't do it, but he may prove me wrong)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113347135990108188?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113347135990108188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113347135990108188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113347135990108188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113347135990108188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/12/7-of-everything.html' title='7 Of Everything'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113261403574356518</id><published>2005-11-21T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T18:00:35.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward IM Moment of the Week</title><content type='html'>I returned to my room to find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: i love you!&lt;br /&gt;[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: ooops&lt;br /&gt;[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: lol&lt;br /&gt;[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: sorry&lt;br /&gt;[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: wrong window&lt;br /&gt;[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: meant that for my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113261403574356518?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113261403574356518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113261403574356518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113261403574356518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113261403574356518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/11/awkward-im-moment-of-week.html' title='Awkward IM Moment of the Week'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113198877763173832</id><published>2005-11-14T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:19:37.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2383a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2383a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great time. Friday, I spent some awesome time hanging out with oh, the coolest people in the universe. Tim, Kev, Claire, Terry, Diana, the marvelous and talented Sarabeth and I watched Sin City. I must confess, it was a pleasure having Tim on board because he was able to cue us in for the “avert-alerts” for the 2 nud scenes. We had originally planned to watch it at Tim’s house but since there were so many of us, Tim’s dad got kind of scared and told us all to go away. This is acceptable, because it was his birthday. This brought to mind a fabulous idea. Throw a surprise party for someone and arrange for all the party guests to be people that the birthday boy doesn’t know. That would be a true surprise party. We then went to Claire’s house, because she lives right down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2428a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2428a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning I spent in my bed, till about noon when I went swimming with my little bro. Afterwards we went to Applebees with some friends. From here I ventured to the house of the Vollerman. After a few well matched (Chad never loses) chess games and painting some window sills, we eventually made our way over to the Andrews. We were going to watch a movie but we just ended up talking and playing with the dog. After Chad left at 9:00 for his old man bedtime and Hannah had passed out on the floor cuddled up with Rory, the men went to work. Oh yes, working till late into the morning were Joe and Luke, slaving like madmen over the BNYC video. We discovered by way of pictures that Luke needs to be more adament about posture while editing video. Pretty smelling candles...mmmm....saving grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2449a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2449a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend I said goodbye to my little brother for the first time ever, really if you think about it. He’s in the air force right now and is at this moment actually traveling towards Texas for his basic training. He is going into the linguistics program, so he’ll know how to speak either Korean or Arabic. Probably Arabic he thinks. So Sunday morning in church was a touching time, as he said goodbye to friends, church family and real family. I salute you brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2283a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2283a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Sunday night came which meant the first A Cappella Fellas gig of the year. We actually had about 60 people show up, which was amazing seeing as how the Browns Steelers game was on. I thought we had a great gig, especially since I got to embarrass and sing to Sarabeth in front of everyone. After the applause and teardown, myself, SB, Chris and Reggie retreated to Euchre. This was followed by a late showing of Groundhog Day which Sarabeth has now seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2487a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/IMG_2487a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s weekends like these that let you know you’re alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113198877763173832?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113198877763173832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113198877763173832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113198877763173832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113198877763173832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-weekend-of-life.html' title='Another weekend of life'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113138193795019450</id><published>2005-11-07T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:59:19.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stared and startled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2300a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2300a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual this morning I was woken by my roommate kicking the bottom of my bed (as opposed to normal humans that have the luxury of actually hearing their alarm clock). Normally I would snooze the alarm clock, roll over and enjoy the next 10 minutes of peace. This morning was different. Something absolutely amazed me about the alarm clock. I hit the snooze, turned over and stared at the electronic waking device. I marveled at its purpose and thanked it for every moment it granted me silence. I stared at the impossibly slow changing digital numbers until the sound it emitted startled me beyond understanding, as only a true non-morning person can understand.  Quite interesting is the human mind. Makes me wonder if mine is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote left on my voicemail:&lt;br /&gt;"Three is gay, so just remember, technology in the hands of the human race is like a barrel of wine in the hands of an alcoholic." -Probably Intoxicated Chris Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113138193795019450?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113138193795019450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113138193795019450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113138193795019450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113138193795019450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/11/stared-and-startled.html' title='Stared and startled'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113077510729083475</id><published>2005-10-31T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:11:47.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend for Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2254a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2254a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend wasn’t intended to be a weekend completely spent at home, but it was a very good weekend. I got to spend time with the family from Pittsburgh which was awesome. Jim is leaving for the Air Force in 2 weeks, so I am pretty much trying to hang out with him as much as possible. Saturday afternoon I also got the chance to meet Sarabeth's grandparents, who affectionately wish to be known as "Gran and Gramps". Fine by me, they're really nice people. They gave me some danish to bring back to school, unfortunately it made a detour to my house never to return. We played some wicked games of Quibble, which is like a combination of rummy and scrabble. I think I'm still preferential to scrabble actully, but I took 2nd once, and then 1st, so apparently I have a knack for it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2230a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2230a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s my crazy Uncle Mike. Also my Brother and Pittsburgh family. Then Sunday night Sarabeth and I hung out and watched some movie who’s title escapes me at the moment. Then we watched part of Young Frankenstein and basically stayed up till like 5. Good times for the night owls. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2262a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2262a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113077510729083475?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113077510729083475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113077510729083475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113077510729083475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113077510729083475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-for-visits.html' title='A Weekend for Visits'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-113011599869248603</id><published>2005-10-24T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:10:12.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The License</title><content type='html'>This is a much requested blog, so I hope that you all enjoy this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice warm October morning, and I was driving illegally. I was on the way to get my license renewed. Immediately after I arrived at the license bureau, I was thoroughly bored with the people and surroundings I was presented with. It was at this time I decided to make  my day a little better and possibly increase my chances of being ticketed in the future. Therefore I did this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2197a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2197a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady's words were, "Uhhh..are you sure?" "I like to smile big" was my reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she handed me the license, she tried not to laugh and failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-113011599869248603?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/113011599869248603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=113011599869248603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113011599869248603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/113011599869248603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/10/license.html' title='The License'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112975499241703572</id><published>2005-10-19T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:00:21.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend To Rule Them All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2194.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I decided to clean the room due to the entrance of the grand futon in my life. This included vacuuming of the wonderful carpet. I always knew that the cleaning equipment in Findley hall was less than standard but I didn’t know that it went to this point. Just look..at the vacuum. This is what happened when I first thrust it forwards, the end just broke off and flew ahead of the vacuum. I then stood there in absolute astonishment of this college and the pitiful age and level of craftsman ship put into the repair of this cleaning utensil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2121a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2121a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend was incredible, I got to hang out with so many old friends, not to mention the ever-wonderful Sarabeth. Thursday night Chris, Regina, Sarabeth and I went to see Flight Plan, which I completely recommend that everyone see. It was very suspenseful and was accompanied by a very well thought out plot and all star acting. After this we went to Findley hall where we picked up Diana, Becky, Tim and Kevin. We then played some wicked Scattergories, which is a game I refuse to play henceforth. My brain just doesn’t work that way. After that we drove over to Drew’s apartment for Wicked followed by a 2AM showing of Elf. Friday was composed of sleep, catching a ride home, a quick talk with the parents and off to Jim’s going away party. We carved a many pumpkins. Sarabeth and I did the best one in my opinion, a very tricky spider. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2160a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2160a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we went to an incredible bonfire with Faith, Luke, Hannah, Chad, Allyson, Billy and Julie. We hung out and had a few drinks, had the cops called on us for being obnoxiously loud and slept under the stars. After I drove Sarabeth back, I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slept in the van at Luke’s property and then had an amazing breakfast of smoked bacon, scrambled eggs and Coca-Cola. Then after an amazing lunch with Chad at the On-Tap, Luke and I worked on the BNYC video for a good solid 3 hours and got the entire intro and second scene closed away. After that Sarabeth and Wes came over to Luke’s house and we watched GATTACA. Afterwards, Sarabeth drove us back to BW. It was an incredible weekend and I hope there are many like it to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke made the quote of the weekend. This is what we were looking at when he said it: "I'm going to get a cup so I can have some ginger ale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/320/IMG_2191.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112975499241703572?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112975499241703572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112975499241703572' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112975499241703572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112975499241703572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-to-rule-them-all.html' title='A Weekend To Rule Them All'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112923659577752551</id><published>2005-10-13T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:49:55.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done Indeed</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you...I am just about done with this week. Thank the good Lord there is no class tomorrow because I'm not sure that I would survive. I knew that the conservatory life was pretty difficult and blows this life out of the water as far as difficulty goes. I've got to say there is definite light at the end of the tunnel, I'm really looking forward to the weekend. Movies, games, lunches, parties, video editing and battleday? Heck, sounds like a weekend to me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112923659577752551?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112923659577752551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112923659577752551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112923659577752551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112923659577752551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/10/done-indeed.html' title='Done Indeed'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112897152373003360</id><published>2005-10-10T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:10:09.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obtaining Ranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/ceilingpanoramicforblog%20copy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/400/ceilingpanoramicforblog%20copy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Retreat was absolutely awesome people. The worship and fellowship was just incredible. Not only that but getting away was just what I needed; to have some time to myself that I could escape and get alone with God in the wilderness (Camp Carl is definitely in the middle of nowhere, so that part was covered head to toe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored were we at about 1am that we climbed into the rafters of Camp Carl’s dining facility. As most of you know, there are major benefits of rising through societies’ age ranks, such as the ability to drive and make decisions independent from the consultation of the parentals. Some not so intelligent abilities are to drink yourself retarded or smoke. However it is these years of life that define the difference between youth camps and college students with an empty weekend. You see, when you gain age people trust you not to do the stuff you’re not supposed to be doing, which therefore opens the grand window of opportunity to do exactly that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2099a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2099a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I’ll take with me forever is the memory of the incredible catch. Picture this: The weather was cold, wet, dark and worst of all the grass was impossibly slippery. And yet the Ultimate Frisbee enthusiasts were outfitted and ready to engage in battle despite the dismal playing conditions. None of us had foreseen the need for cleats, and even if we had brought them we probably would have done without due to the number of people playing barefoot. I will never be on the same team as Adam Anderson, (a leader on the Campus Crusade staff, and no he wasn’t posing in this picture, I took it without warning) because he is too good. I will never become a better player by being on his team. His arsenal of throws (apart from seeming never-ending in quantity) has unmatched accuracy. I swear he could hit someone in the chest from the other end of a football field. So the pitch was extremely far into the end zone, way beyond anyone’s reach. It was the line drive of tosses and seemed to float for eternity. From the second it was in the air, Adam was on his horse. I’ve never seen a catch so far into the end zone. When the Frisbee was about 2 feet from the ground and had been in the air about 15 seconds (which is a long time for a Frisbee), Adam’s body became parallel to the slippery ground on which he was previously flying down, dove headfirst at the disc and after about a 10 foot slide came up with it. Needless to say the outcries ranged from, “We are witnessing greatness here people”, to “This guy needs to get inside more”, to “Go home Adam”. Most of the negative (jokingly negative mind you) happened to escape my mouth because he wasn’t on my team and any of you that know me understand that my passion for winning is almost a strong as my passion for not losing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how upset I get for getting beat, I am always gracious.       (waiting for laughter) But fear not, the day got better when the rain forced us to stay inside. It might sound bad but Phil the incredible sound man turns out to have more coordination than any of us thought, in that he was a professional swing dance instructor for 10 years. How do you like that?? He taught us a couple turns and let us loose. Not being one to brag but Sarabeth and I definitely tore it up and had fun doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was my weekend everyone asks? In a word: awesome. Looking forward I can only assume that next year will be even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112897152373003360?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112897152373003360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112897152373003360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112897152373003360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112897152373003360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/10/obtaining-ranks.html' title='Obtaining Ranks'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112858776087139662</id><published>2005-10-06T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:11:57.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll start the NPA, Night People's Association</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2065a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2065a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is proof that I absolutely need to get to bed earlier. Can I help it that I'm an absolute night owl? Robby said he liked to stay up late, but I'm not sure he understood what a true night person is like. The likes of Chris and Kevin run about the same night life schedule as I. The word for tomorrow morning is coffee. I think AIM takes down and maintains their servers around this time because half the people on my buddy list suddenly signed off. Then another bunch signed off, then I was kicked. It just goes to show you, bad things happen late at night. I'm getting excited for Campus Crusade's fall retreat, I hope to have many a story for you guys when i get back. To quote the Truman Show, In case I don't seeya, good afternoon good evening and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112858776087139662?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112858776087139662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112858776087139662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112858776087139662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112858776087139662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/10/ill-start-npa-night-peoples.html' title='I&apos;ll start the NPA, Night People&apos;s Association'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112844174759300539</id><published>2005-10-04T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:17:42.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap of the Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/1600/IMG_2064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6198/1368/200/IMG_2064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I took what I consider to be the best nap in my life. I feel like Joey from Friends, “That was a great nap.” First of all I went to sleep about 12:15 P.M. last night, which gave me about six and a half hours sleep until my alarm clock went off. I got up around 7:00 and headed over to the union for some early morning prayer with some comrades from Campus Crusade. After we had gotten coffee in us and felt mentally stable enough to talk to God, we prayed for a bit and then went to get breakfast. (Blogging sidebar-Have you ever had the breakfast sandwiches when they’re FRESH?! They’re actually tasty! They break apart in your mouth instead of having to tear them apart!) Sorry about that, I just get so excited because I ate them all last year and they NEVER tasted like that. So about 8:15 A.M. I returned to my dorm where I got in my bed for little nap, accompanied by one of my favorite napping groups; Iron &amp;amp; Wine. It was after this 1 hour and 15 minute nap that I’ve felt the best I’ve felt any morning this year. I was ready for the day! I think a large part of it had to do with the fact that I was already up and going. You know that stage of trying to wake up and you just can’t get with it? The one where about 30 minutes after waking up, you are still thinking to yourself, “I want nothing more than to close my eyes and sleep”? It was at that exact moment when I laid down in my bed. I highly recommend this technique, as it was one of the most relaxing moments of my year. If you want a reason to get up, try Tuesday mornings at 7:00 AM we have prayer right by the candy counter or somewhere in that lobby of the union. It’s really an incredible time and (if you don't have class) the afterwards naps are lets just say, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112844174759300539?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112844174759300539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112844174759300539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112844174759300539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112844174759300539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/10/nap-of-century.html' title='Nap of the Century'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112833358607792771</id><published>2005-10-03T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T06:00:37.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A 5am blog post? This oughta be good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s 5:48 A.M. and everyone is asleep. Only morons are up this late; especially morons that have 8am classes. [Looks around stupidly] Let me tell you though, God has a crazy way of coming through in the clinch. One thing I’ve been working on is my patience. So often I just can’t see God working and it frustrates me. I am here to tell you that we are all stupid humans. Yes, that includes George W. Bush and it includes every politician on the face of the planet. I don’t know about you all but I like the fact that George can’t speak very well in public. Everyone laughs at him when he stutters, even though I think he’s a very proficient speaker. He’s a man who speaks from his heart and it comes through in his presentations. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joe’s 5am poems (no backspacing allowed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Staring into mirrors that never end&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think of the messages I could never send&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the truth is you already knew &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exactly what I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do we want what we can’t get?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If what we get is for the good &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The good is for the best&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Use it or lose it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stupid stupid rain&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It will not stop so it seems&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I wish it would&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112833358607792771?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112833358607792771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112833358607792771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112833358607792771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112833358607792771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/10/5am-blog-post-this-oughta-be-good.html' title='A 5am blog post? This oughta be good.'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112802413108115382</id><published>2005-09-29T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:02:11.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just fed a squirrel by hand</title><content type='html'>Holy cow..that was cool. They feed the squirrels here at IT, and i just put a peanut in the mouth of one of the squirrels. That's crazy. She tried to grab it first and knocked it out of my hand, then the second time I fed her, she just took it with her mouth. Not every day friends, not every day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112802413108115382?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112802413108115382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112802413108115382' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112802413108115382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112802413108115382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-fed-squirrel-by-hand.html' title='I just fed a squirrel by hand'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112797615168591776</id><published>2005-09-29T05:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T02:42:31.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these days</title><content type='html'>One of these days I'll go to bed when i'm supposed to. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112797615168591776?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112797615168591776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112797615168591776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112797615168591776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112797615168591776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of these days'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112792064049049042</id><published>2005-09-28T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T11:18:51.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pigs; Guinea Pigs that is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I did a test on the pigs that live on our floor, in hopes that they had improved their mental capacities for cleanliness, reason and common sense. At about noon I took a New York Times from the lounge, folded it nicely and place in the bathroom in one of the stalls. By the end of the day, I was not surprised to see sections hanging from toilets, scattered all about the entire bathroom, Oh and let’s not forget my favorite; urinated on. Wow. They are on the same level as cats. And I know it was a team effort, so these guys really must be trying hard. I think a large part of it has to do with the fact that they get cleaned up after. Because the bathroom isn’t their room, they can leave it in whatever condition and it will “magically” become clean on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 11:00 am when the poor cleaning lady comes in and stares at the effects of the very behaviors that I myself despise. I’m scared for our hallway. I honestly wouldn’t blame the cleaning lady if she went postal and killed us all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112792064049049042?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112792064049049042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112792064049049042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112792064049049042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112792064049049042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/09/pigs-guinea-pigs-that-is.html' title='The Pigs; Guinea Pigs that is'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14943878.post-112789513091652323</id><published>2005-09-28T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T04:12:10.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gotten a great feeling about something? Well I have one. I just studied for my first econ test. But that's not what my great feeling is about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14943878-112789513091652323?l=josephclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/112789513091652323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14943878&amp;postID=112789513091652323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112789513091652323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14943878/posts/default/112789513091652323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephclarke.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever'/><author><name>Joe Clarke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00594848335752718338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://homepages.bw.edu/~jclarke/blog//IMG_1643b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
