<?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-22606845891352928</id><updated>2012-03-16T02:34:56.306-06:00</updated><category term='NONSENSE PARTY'/><category term='JAM PARTY'/><category term='TELLY PARTY'/><category term='BOOK PARTY'/><category term='MOVIE PARTY'/><category term='JUEGOS PARTY'/><title type='text'>Conquests and Contretemps</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-6025395565712374686</id><published>2008-10-21T14:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:38:32.137-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUEGOS PARTY'/><title type='text'>Boat Buddies</title><content type='html'>Attention, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fanbase&lt;/span&gt;! My new game is now available for you to play! Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2yynhycinqv"&gt;Click here to download "Boat Buddies Battling a Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Battleship in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bodiggory&lt;/span&gt; Bay, Baby!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment for this game was to create a game that could be played cooperatively. So, to play, you may want to fetch yourself a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cooperator&lt;/span&gt;. Now... the strange thing is, technically, I haven't even played this game all the way through yet. Because it's cooperative, and I am minus a companion and minus a sidekick, I haven't been able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;playtest&lt;/span&gt; it. Um. So hopefully it works. But I can tell you that if you too are minus a companion/sidekick, it's still possible to play all the way through. It's just gonna suck. But play around with it and drop me a comment if you'd like to boost my self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259708317359272754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SP482PZd8zI/AAAAAAAAAME/yNbg__Ni78M/s320/boatbuddies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last time there were some errors, but no one was sure if it it was an error or if the game was just supposed to be like that. Lemme tell you: this time, there is only one boss. You'll have to play for a several minutes to get to the boss. Turrets should be shooting at you. The boss should be shooting at you. When the boss goes down, the whole ship should go down. Um. Yeah. If nothing works, please let me know. If everything works, please give me a high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, if you take credit for my work, I'll punch you in the mouth.  Repeatedly.  Graphics I also do.  Music I do not do.  Music been did done by Nintendo, Rare, Square-Enix, and... um...  HAL Laboratory?  And the sound effects... ah, who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-6025395565712374686?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/6025395565712374686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=6025395565712374686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/6025395565712374686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/6025395565712374686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/10/boat-buddies.html' title='Boat Buddies'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SP482PZd8zI/AAAAAAAAAME/yNbg__Ni78M/s72-c/boatbuddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-283930863887520100</id><published>2008-10-10T15:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:37:16.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUEGOS PARTY'/><title type='text'>The Continuing Adventures of the Same Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/804/firefoxqr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/804/firefoxqr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, as far as I can tell, I've had about three to four players of my "FireFox mod." I'm pretty sure more than one constitutes as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fanbase&lt;/span&gt;. However! 33.3% of my players complained that he (or she) couldn't get past the first boss. Not because he/she lacked the required skills, but because Windows Media Player trapped him/her in its arena. TWICE. This is most unfortunate. There are three levels, and three bosses, and my dream is that one day all my players can say they've officially saved the day. Well, I downloaded what I uploaded, and I didn't have any problems with it, so I'm not sure what happened. But lemme tell ya what I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.mediafire.com/download.php?itdyjgmttqw"&gt;This is the original version.&lt;/a&gt; The one I submitted for class. I wouldn't think it should play any different, but you at least gotta make it to the second level. If something still isn't going right, this version includes cheats. Which I'm not gonna share with you. Unless you really want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't know that the instructions were very clear. Nope; definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;Use your arrow keys to move,&lt;br /&gt;use the space bar to shoot,&lt;br /&gt;shoot at those nasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;executables&lt;/span&gt; and what not flying at you,&lt;br /&gt;they'll go down after three hits (five on the third level),&lt;br /&gt;and killing 20 of them will get you to the boss.&lt;br /&gt;Kill the boss, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it goes better this time around. Never give up. Trust your instincts. Let me know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-283930863887520100?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/283930863887520100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=283930863887520100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/283930863887520100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/283930863887520100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-as-far-as-i-can-tell-ive-had-about.html' title='The Continuing Adventures of the Same Game'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-1241467196948554058</id><published>2008-10-05T01:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:05:09.267-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JAM PARTY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOOK PARTY'/><title type='text'>My First Book!</title><content type='html'>So, I generally don't get a lot of thinking done, because I'd much rather be wasting away in front of the TV or living it up via video games. But in those rare moments when I find myself enshrouded in silence, occasionally a fantastic quote pops into my mind. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the world is dark, then the comedian sheds light on it.&lt;br /&gt;If the world is ugly, then the artist draws beauty from it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-James "Zanzibar" Carlson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brilliant! Or how about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The most important decisions you make are the ones made in the present."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-James "Jujyfruit" Carlson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O! The great advice I give!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But how will I ever get these inspiring quotes into circulation? (I'll admit, blogging was the easy way out.) Most great quotes generally seem to travel quickly through books. &lt;strong&gt;Therefore&lt;/strong&gt;, I must write a book! But I don't feel like doing anything creative at the moment, so I'll just publish a lil' quickie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ONCE upon a time... if the world is dark, then the comedian sheds light on it; if the world is ugly, then the artist draws beauty from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~Meanwhile~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The most important decisions you make are the ones made in the present," James Carlson proclaimed, as he sheathed his sword and stepped over the dragon's horrible corpse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all lived happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody, I hope you found that story to be both eye-opening and life-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, as a small consolation prize, I'd encourage you to search "Blue Ridge Mountains" on my good friend, &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/"&gt;The Hype Machine&lt;/a&gt;. Sean introduced me to Fleet Foxes just recently, but I've really been enjoying them. In response, I've written my brother this little diddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, Sean, don't get callous;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure it'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you— I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, brother of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-1241467196948554058?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/1241467196948554058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=1241467196948554058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1241467196948554058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1241467196948554058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-book.html' title='My First Book!'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-8312879824975665448</id><published>2008-10-02T05:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:58:14.310-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUEGOS PARTY'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Venom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, how I hate school. How I hate it with an undying passion! You know what I hate most about school? Homework. As if rotting in its walls all day wasn't enough, they send their terrible venom home with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hark! What glorious wonder is this?! Homework I enjoy doing?!?! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, folks, game design. One of the few tasks I've ever enjoyed working hard at. I feel pretty happy with the game I turned in this morning, so I thought I'd share it with you, my beloved reader. It's far from perfect. I've noticed a few bugs, and I wish I had added on a bit more before I had to turn it in. But all things considered, it's not awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ij105nlizjn"&gt;This is Firefox.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252707051641160514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SOVdO8JCw0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/79Kclbu6qNw/s200/200px-Snes-StarFox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And as an added bonus, I'll throw in my first assignment, &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?myzzgmddo2b"&gt;Ghostie McGhostensen&lt;/a&gt;. That's how much I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the first files I've uploaded to &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/"&gt;Media Fire&lt;/a&gt;, but it seems promising. Let me know that it works. Let me know if you have any problems with the files. Let me know if you love it. Or like it. Or think it's decent. If you hate it, you leave me alone. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the games themselves are copyright (O-8) to Uncle J. "Xarwinius" Karlsson. Well... exlcuding whatever isn't already copyright to Windows, Mozilla, Apple, Google, Valve, Game Maker, Nintendo, and Rare... I think that covers everything. But seriously, if I find out you took credit for my work, I will &lt;strong&gt;hunt. you. down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-8312879824975665448?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/8312879824975665448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=8312879824975665448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/8312879824975665448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/8312879824975665448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweetest-venom.html' title='The Sweetest Venom'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SOVdO8JCw0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/79Kclbu6qNw/s72-c/200px-Snes-StarFox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-3699606417292202361</id><published>2008-09-22T23:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:37:16.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TELLY PARTY'/><title type='text'>Zeroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;James Carlson presents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt; Rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how much addiction has entered my life. Usually it's more of an obsession. With obsession, it's an uncontrollable drive to do or think about something I enjoy or even love. Legend of Zelda. Half-Life. 28 Days Later. Sufjan. To name a few. I think of an addiction as an uncontrollable drive to do or think about something that I hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SNiAFqpQ7hI/AAAAAAAAALk/yJ_xVixOADk/s1600-h/heroes-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249086200535379474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SNiAFqpQ7hI/AAAAAAAAALk/yJ_xVixOADk/s320/heroes-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And tonight, during the premiere of season 3, I realized that I'm addicted to Heroes. Which I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt;.  The whole concept of Heroes is that ordinary people begin to discover that they're gifted with extraordinary powers, blah, blah, blah, blah.  Now, this is all well and good.  Some chose to use their powers for evil, while all other characters pretty much just stand around and cry because their powers complicate their lives.  Notice I left out the crowd that makes a choice to use their powers for good.  Here's one of the major issues that I have with the show.  There are no protagonists.  As the story sporatically jumps around through past and present, it becomes clear that pretty much everyone becomes a villain at some point, or at least lives as selfishly and as whinally as possible.  This didn't really occur to me until tonight as [SPOILERS] Claire tried to kill Peter, Peter killed Nathan, Ando killed Hiro, and Mohinder got freaky.[/spoilers]  Sure, it could just be because these characters are constantly pushed to harder and harder circumstances, but wasn't that the Joker's theory?  Where is our Batman?!  Where is our Christopher Nolan?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Heroes faithfuls; I know you want to defend Hiro.  But that only brings me to my next point: Nobody ever uses their freaking powers!  If you had the ability to travel through time, teleport, read thoughts, fly, or heal yourself while an evil beareded man is tearing open your skull, wouldn't you use it every now and then?  Especially if you're supposedly trying to save the world?  Of course, their was that one scene in season 2 when Peter and Sylar were about to have an epic battle... and the camera panned away.  What.  Teh.  Heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if all of this wasn't bad enough, nothing is &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; resolved.  Some characters are even &lt;em&gt;killed&lt;/em&gt; off, only to reappear later for some dumb reason.  That's pretty much all these powers do: ensure that stupid, static characters never die.  Instead, new characters and new [lame] plot complications are introduced every episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No protagonists, unused super powers, no resolution, no death, terrible acting, horrible writing, no Batman, no redemption... the list goes on... Oh, how it agonizes me how the list goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim Kring even &lt;em&gt;apologized&lt;/em&gt; for the way last season turned out...  That gave me such hope for this season!  &lt;em&gt;Stop playing with my heart!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why can't I stop watching?  I think it's because the show really &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have potential...  Oh, how it pains me how much unfufilled potential there is!!  Everything I mentioned just has to be reversed!  &lt;em&gt;Actual&lt;/em&gt; heroes!  Resolution!  Death!  Sweet battle scenes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim Kring... NBC... if by some freak coincidence you're reading this, let me come write for you!  Sure I don't have any experience, but I charge you no thing!  I can make those awful characters into true Heroes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-3699606417292202361?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/3699606417292202361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=3699606417292202361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3699606417292202361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3699606417292202361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/09/zeroes.html' title='Zeroes'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SNiAFqpQ7hI/AAAAAAAAALk/yJ_xVixOADk/s72-c/heroes-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-1342115182203247843</id><published>2008-09-21T00:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:44:28.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JAM PARTY'/><title type='text'>Samskeyti</title><content type='html'>I get needlessly overemotional after midnight, true enough, but I literally think &lt;a href="http://boomp3.com/listen/fgy2xi1_p/sigur-ros-samskeyti"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is the most &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRB7fx0QqgA"&gt;beautiful thing&lt;/a&gt; I've ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-1342115182203247843?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/1342115182203247843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=1342115182203247843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1342115182203247843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1342115182203247843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/09/samskeyti.html' title='Samskeyti'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-2571300363428480331</id><published>2008-09-15T21:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:41:40.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NONSENSE PARTY'/><title type='text'>Fustation</title><content type='html'>These days, anytime I try to talk about my problems, they only get worse. And I've got a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of problems. I gotta try something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Link plush toy today. ^________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SM8p1AeuWtI/AAAAAAAAALE/iQq_MZqNafo/s1600-h/IMG_7522a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246458081548589778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SM8p1AeuWtI/AAAAAAAAALE/iQq_MZqNafo/s320/IMG_7522a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-2571300363428480331?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/2571300363428480331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=2571300363428480331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/2571300363428480331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/2571300363428480331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/09/fustation.html' title='Fustation'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SM8p1AeuWtI/AAAAAAAAALE/iQq_MZqNafo/s72-c/IMG_7522a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-1300980891431023058</id><published>2008-09-14T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:09:35.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NONSENSE PARTY'/><title type='text'>Blahging Block</title><content type='html'>Tonight I tried to type "common ground" in an e-mail to a friend, and I accidently typed "TacoBell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246125865126405730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SM37rd3ZJmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YZJx3R-tTo4/s320/teasgj_still14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-1300980891431023058?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/1300980891431023058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=1300980891431023058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1300980891431023058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1300980891431023058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/09/blahging-block.html' title='Blahging Block'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SM37rd3ZJmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YZJx3R-tTo4/s72-c/teasgj_still14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-5117793292948201599</id><published>2008-08-22T19:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:47:50.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for Helping!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SK9xqkNN8dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/V-XnvED1ymY/s1600-h/captain-planet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SK9xqkNN8dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/V-XnvED1ymY/s320/captain-planet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237529867742736850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't know think many people know this (mainly because it doesn't come across very well), but I think God has given me a heart for helping others.  Now, all that really means is that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to help others, but more often than not, fail to do so.  Often I pray that God will provide a blatantly obvious opportunity to help someone out.  Well, my Lord certainly answers prayers, but that doesn't make me any less of an idiot (ironically, my most frequent prayer request).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days I've ran into plenty of people in need.  The first right here in Monutown.  I was driving home and saw a kid walking home from school, looking for a ride.  He was your standard teenager.  Lots of black (of course, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; black) and a skateboard in his right hand.  At first I sort of scoffed to myself, as I had been working with teenagers all day and had had quite enough.  But as I passed him, I realized that's really not what my attitude ought to be at all!  I could've been a "good Samaritan!"  I found myself in remorse a quarter of a mile later, praying for another hitchhiker to come along.  A second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does indeed answer prayer.  The next day in WP, I was heading home once more when I saw another hitchhiker with a cowboy hat and a guitar.  A guitar!  People with guitars are always interesting; it's a scientific fact!  I gave this one far more consideration, but still sped right by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I slow to give either of these guys a chance?  Of course, picking up hitchhikers in our society is frowned upon.  There's too much concern over which ones are stalkers, rapists, serial killers, and worst of all... moochers.  But since when have I gone along with popular thought?  The Halo series brought nothing new to the table, Juno was the worst tragedy ever to befall our great nation, and Jesus Christ is Lord and died and rose again to save you from your sins.  Why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; pick someone up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, as I was driving home, I saw another person in need.  A teenage girl.  And the last time I checked, teenager girls have a very low rate of raping and serial killing (mooching and stalking... no comment).  Her car had veered off the road and she was trying to push it up onto an exit ramp.  Surely I would have done no wrong in helping her out!  But I sped past her again, helping her only an afterthought.  What is wrong with me?!  I want to help people so badly, but I run past every opportunity I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of my own misanthropy (which doesn't mix well with the spiritual gift of helps).  Maybe I'm afraid of rejection because Americans are too proud to receive help and trying to assist someone only makes you nosy and overbearing.  Maybe Majora's Mask done me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SK9_ISStAcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PK1tuYY37f8/s1600-h/majora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SK9_ISStAcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PK1tuYY37f8/s320/majora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237544671981142466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which, of course, demands an explanation.  One of my favorite games of all time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;one of my favorite games of all time because you run around helping people.  In its far more popular predecessor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ocarina of Time&lt;/span&gt;, you watch lives decay as the influence of &lt;a href="http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/5765/hidden10080325dlwh7.jpg"&gt;Ganondorf&lt;/a&gt; (the King of Evil) spread, and, of course, it's a given that once Ganondorf is defeated, the land of Hyrule once again becomes a peaceful and prosperous place.  But in Majora's Mask, your aid becomes so much more personal.  As you go about the country of Termina, you met plenty of hurting "people" in need, jot it down in your &lt;a href="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/2198/bombersnotebookqi9.jpg"&gt;Bomber's Notebook&lt;/a&gt;, and then come back and help them out in some obscure way, usually involving some sort of sweet mask.  Heck, if you need to, you can even turn back time and simply try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't helping people be more like that?  That's all I want: for people to spill their hearts out to me, to have a notebook that automatically sums up their problems and provides the times that I can help them, and to be able to solve everyone's problems by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3QYSoBx1ts&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;wearing a mask and dancing around&lt;/a&gt;!  Is that so much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me also because I think I do live my life very selfishly, and I'm sure there are plenty of times I've also sped past the problems of friends and family without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next summer I'm hoping to try something new.  I'd like to travel across the country, helping out everywhere.  I need to plan a bit, and save up a lot, but my hope is to wind up in all sorts of places, just helping with whatever, directed both by &lt;a href="http://www.volunteermatch.org/"&gt;Volunteer Match&lt;/a&gt; and local churches.  And God.  That's the plan anyway, though it does feel somewhat lofty...  Hope I don't leave this one by the side of the road too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-5117793292948201599?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/5117793292948201599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=5117793292948201599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/5117793292948201599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/5117793292948201599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/08/h-is-for-helping.html' title='H is for Helping!!'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SK9xqkNN8dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/V-XnvED1ymY/s72-c/captain-planet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-1457561247992734140</id><published>2008-08-18T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:30:20.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Summer Vacation (Part I of I)</title><content type='html'>Alas, the blog is dying.  I'm OK with that.  But thought I'd give you a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, I worked at Camp Elim for nine weeks.  Twice counseling:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SHPjQ1Iig7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/dT_C2qbtpJE/s1600-h/IMG_0598j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220766271332844466" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SHPjQ1Iig7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/dT_C2qbtpJE/s320/IMG_0598j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SHPjZkCbSkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OCZCiD541bs/s1600-h/IMG_0856j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220766421362625090" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SHPjZkCbSkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OCZCiD541bs/s320/IMG_0856j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And seven times videographing and photographing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SKnPykKhIbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3QKsXySCXxw/s1600-h/IMG_3521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SKnPykKhIbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3QKsXySCXxw/s320/IMG_3521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235944509403111858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though I'm not really doing much of anything in this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Videographing/Photographing includes: videographing and photographing various activities, editing videos for the end of the week to show to parents, taking and printing cabin photos and camp photos, uploading photos to the website, putting together a summer wrap-up for the churches that supported us, putting together a summer promo for next year, helping put together a brochure for next summer, eating leftovers, and being bothered in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the summer, though it was a little draining.  I made a lot of new friends, saw a lot of life change in campers and staff alike, and drew closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm headed back to school (curses!), at the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs (or UniCo@CoSpri for short [or UCCS for even shorter]) (curses!).  School starts a week from today (curses!) and I still haven't registered for classes because I'm having trouble with their network (curses!).  I'll be living at home and working at... uh... TBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, most of my friends are heading out to the farthest reaches, I went swing dancing last night, and am currently on an arduous quest to collect all &lt;a href="http://allgoodnaysayers.net/music/list-of-b-sides-and-covers/"&gt;Sufjan B-Sides&lt;/a&gt;.  It is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-1457561247992734140?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/1457561247992734140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=1457561247992734140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1457561247992734140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1457561247992734140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-i-spent-my-summer-vacation-part-i.html' title='How I Spent My Summer Vacation (Part I of I)'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SHPjQ1Iig7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/dT_C2qbtpJE/s72-c/IMG_0598j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-7576114488744382682</id><published>2008-06-10T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:24:03.070-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JAM PARTY'/><title type='text'>NO</title><content type='html'>The Yes 40th Anniversary Tour is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-44d928cf15556751" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D44d928cf15556751%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334355934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D106F40AB6274E7F7A1291DE7F8926F700C80AAE4.7D56578C248831353055FC008A8D6303CDEFB4E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D44d928cf15556751%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX6z5V_yKNggjGRxGc1dXdHkt0ZU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D44d928cf15556751%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334355934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D106F40AB6274E7F7A1291DE7F8926F700C80AAE4.7D56578C248831353055FC008A8D6303CDEFB4E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D44d928cf15556751%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX6z5V_yKNggjGRxGc1dXdHkt0ZU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because Jon Anderson is old.  But I still love his voice, his wisecracks and wonderful mannerisms.  I just want to see them all in person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dang it all.  I was really looking forward to that.  Oh well.  45th, boys?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-7576114488744382682?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=44d928cf15556751&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/7576114488744382682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=7576114488744382682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7576114488744382682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7576114488744382682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/06/no.html' title='NO'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-3840441221658010039</id><published>2008-06-09T10:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:58:56.729-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JAM PARTY'/><title type='text'>Québécois Gold!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm at Camp Elim now, and will be for most of the summer. I suppose I won't be posting much, but I can't stay away from my beloved blahg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just post whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=sL1ICG2_UBk"&gt;Dixie&lt;/a&gt;," by Harmonium.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-3840441221658010039?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/3840441221658010039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=3840441221658010039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3840441221658010039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3840441221658010039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-least-quebec-did-something-right.html' title='Québécois Gold!'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-1000692855991903465</id><published>2008-06-07T09:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:37:55.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TELLY PARTY'/><title type='text'>Spaced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEq4mzSsteI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nhozZDWYZWs/s1600-h/spaced.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEq4mzSsteI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nhozZDWYZWs/s400/spaced.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209178895750575586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, Jessica Hynes, 1999, 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Fuzz&lt;/span&gt;, (two of my absolute favorites) priorly teamed up (with many other wonderful comedians) to make a sitcom about life in London at the millennial turn under the influence of American culture.  The show begins with Simon Pegg and co-writing co-star Jessica Hynes pretending to be a couple in order to obtain a flat.  This isn't a huge part of the show, as only their landlady is duped into believing them.  Instead, the rest of the series revolves around the outlandish characters and their outrageous misadventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest show I have ever seen.  The humor is brilliant and the timing is perfect.  No cheap shots.  No clichés.  And what I love about the Pegg/Frost/Wright Entente is that their projects aren't just a lot of stupidity thrown together, but always offer positive, redemptive themes.  In this sitcom, I think its generally as simple as all the friends looking out for each other.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaced&lt;/span&gt; is now my favorite television show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American remake pilot was recently filmed, but was quickly shot down by Fox!  Hip-hip!  Hurray!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spaced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;releases on [Region 1] DVD this summer (July 23).  Finally.  In the meantime, if you want to check it out... well, if all else fails, YouTube has all fourteen episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEq4sbzzNpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ym2l8qssrnI/s1600-h/spaced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEq4sbzzNpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ym2l8qssrnI/s400/spaced.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209178992526177938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: You and I, splitting up, looking for survivors, and getting out of Raccoon City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-1000692855991903465?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/1000692855991903465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=1000692855991903465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1000692855991903465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1000692855991903465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/06/spaced.html' title='Spaced'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEq4mzSsteI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nhozZDWYZWs/s72-c/spaced.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-7329938590759693525</id><published>2008-06-06T00:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:49:14.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Brave" New [Jim]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's a whining post.  I'd urge you to skip over this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the daily posting has definitely come to a halt, but I'll try not to let this blog die out.  Not just yet.  I've been pretty busy trying to catch up with old friends.  But as I watch myself interact with others, I can't help but think that something terrible has happened to me.  I'm different.  But not in the way you would hope someone would be after a year of Bible college.  While I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to be more focused on Christ and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to be more considerate of those around me, I just seem to be getting worse.  I've become even less articulate, more awkward, more clueless, less confident, more overemotional, and afraid of everything...  Where did all of this come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a lot of old friends have made comments about me based on how I used to be that really kinda hurt...  I don't know how to respond, but it sounds like I used to be a real piece of work.  But it's like I'm only trading out terrible qualities for other terrible qualities.  What am I doing?  What do I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to look forward to!  I know this is dramatic, but it's refreshing to at least be honest every now and then.  I don't want to go to UCCS.  I don't ever want to go to school again.    Neither do I want to stay home, 'cause I'll just end up playing video games and watching TV all day.  I don't really want to go to Camp Elim, either...  I mean, with this emotional and spiritual instability, I especially don't want to be counseling.  I really can't seem to find anything I want except a fantasy girl who does not exist and children I'll probably screw up twice as bad as I have myself.  Yeah, the dream is still to make video games, but I don't believe in myself at all anymore.  And God seems to be silent... or I can't hear Him, or I'm not listening, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really fair to pin all this on Emmaus, or was this character decay inevitable? I feel like, as gay as it may sound, Emmaus has crushed my spirit.  I feel like I've been driven insane and reduced to nothing.  Though Emmaus is (and always will be) over, I feel haunted.  I don't know if it was the shame-based teaching, the impossibly lofty expectations, or the perpetual inability to be myself, but I feel devastated.  Like I have nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the comments off for this post, 'cause I don't want anyone to feel obligated to say something.  I'm not looking for pity, and I'm certainly not looking for the default Christian answers.  This is just something I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can say the word.&lt;br /&gt;Unworthy though I am,&lt;br /&gt;O Bread of Life, O Bread of Life,&lt;br /&gt;I will be healed and come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ, Christ is my hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ, Christ is my light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Karen Peris, The Innocence Mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I really don't like to post song lyrics, but you looked like you need that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-7329938590759693525?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7329938590759693525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7329938590759693525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/06/brave-new-jim.html' title='&quot;Brave&quot; New [Jim]'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-6758796736707764737</id><published>2008-06-01T23:43:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:47:34.946-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE PARTY'/><title type='text'>Movie Review MADNESS</title><content type='html'>So, on my international flights, I had plenty of time to catch up on my &lt;a href="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/7169/img7518boo2.jpg"&gt;film consumption&lt;/a&gt;.  Here's what I consumed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLJ_9J9mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qAUXkV7mgSE/s1600-h/narnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLJ_9J9mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qAUXkV7mgSE/s200/narnia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207158598073448034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Andrew Adamson, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite awhile since I've read the book, so I really can't remember how well the movie stays true to the original story.  But it seemed fairly well done.  The kids weren't too bad of actors for their ages.  All the baddies had ridiculously lame voices, though...  Something felt like it was missing.  But I love Aslan, and everything he said made me cry.  'Cause [H]e's&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt; Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beetlejuice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLUv9J9nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DP_cVbAefSw/s1600-h/beetlejuice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLUv9J9nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DP_cVbAefSw/s200/beetlejuice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207158782757041778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Tim Burton, 1988)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this on the Israeli movie channel, HotFun, because I was too tired to do anything else and nothing else was on.  I vaguely recall seeing this movie when I was a kid, but all this movie was is, as they say on the streets, stinky poopy doo-doo.  I kinda hate myself for watching all the way until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/5 stars&lt;/span&gt; (pretty much the worst rating I'll give)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second half of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collateral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLZf9J9oI/AAAAAAAAAH8/420WNJdYEVw/s1600-h/collateral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLZf9J9oI/AAAAAAAAAH8/420WNJdYEVw/s200/collateral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207158864361420418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Michael Mann, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;I flipped to this right after Beetlejuice (but on HotAction).  It was dumb, boring and cliché.  Why don't you shut up and leave us alone, Tom Cruise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Savages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLev9J9pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Em228em9c9k/s1600-h/savages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLev9J9pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Em228em9c9k/s200/savages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207158954555733650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tamara Jenkins, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that entertaining, and I didn't really get anything out of it.  I didn't dislike it, but I wouldn't watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2/5 stars&lt;/span&gt; (but a higher two stars than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Collateral&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLjP9J9qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xOHMKRRj6-A/s1600-h/kiterunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLjP9J9qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xOHMKRRj6-A/s200/kiterunner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207159031865144994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mark Forster, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.  Powerful.  Heart-warming.  Intense. Epic. Brilliant story, cinematography, and acting. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Or at least I assume so.  It's always harder to tell when the movie's in another language.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5/5 stars&lt;/span&gt; (pretty much the best rating I'll give)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Good Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLmv9J9rI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V2nUJDiUaO4/s1600-h/goodnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLmv9J9rI/AAAAAAAAAIU/V2nUJDiUaO4/s200/goodnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207159091994687154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Jake Paltrow, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;With Martin Freeman (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; [British] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Office&lt;/span&gt;) and Simon Pegg (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Fuzz&lt;/span&gt;) starring, I was hoping for more of a comedy.   I liked the story though, but it was kind of an awkward film to watch on a plane while surrounded by Bible college students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um...  I think that was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-6758796736707764737?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/6758796736707764737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=6758796736707764737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/6758796736707764737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/6758796736707764737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-review-madness.html' title='Movie Review MADNESS'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEOLJ_9J9mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qAUXkV7mgSE/s72-c/narnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-4389578778486067275</id><published>2008-05-31T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:58:21.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel I Have Loved, But Emmaus I Hated</title><content type='html'>Hello dearest friends and family!  I've returned from yet another "Conque-temps" with a bit of a burden lifted from my shoulders (EMMAUS IS OVER!!!!!!!!!), and I'm slowly gaining optimism.  I still feel as though Emmaus was somewhat of a defeat, but at least I'm able to move on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip itself, you ask?  How polite of you.  Well, I have some mixed emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Israel is an incredible land!  After all, some of the most important events in world history take place in that region!  But even its history (and future) aside, it has such interesting people and beautiful landscapes!  And Jerusalem is amazing!  There's so much in the Old City to see, and so many nooks and crannies to explore!  During my stay, I kayaked down the Jordon, rode a camel in the desert, scaled down a cliff at Galilee, "spelunked" through a long, narrow, pitch black, waterlogged tunnel under Jerusalem, and much more!  The trip itself was incredibly fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...  It was still Emmaus.  Awkward silences and forced conversations were bountiful.  Sometimes I would say something (could be a joke, a question, an observation) and everyone would just go totally silent.  It was such an awkward group...  And I put up with, no exaggeration, the most annoying person I've ever met.  I couldn't explore as much I wanted to, because the buddy system was strictly enforced and I had no-buddy.  We rushed from place to place and stared at more piles of rocks than I care to recount.  So while we did a lot of fun things, I still felt really lonely.  In fact, I think I would have been less lonely if I had actually been alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Emmaus is over and I am free!  It's so good to be home and I hope to see all you Coloradan readers soon!  I didn't take many still shots, but I got a lot of video footage and will try to compile something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEFmL_9J9kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J-BG1Y8YFWA/s1600-h/PIC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEFmL_9J9kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J-BG1Y8YFWA/s400/PIC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206555000549537346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: The only decent still shot I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-4389578778486067275?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEFmL_9J9kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J-BG1Y8YFWA/s72-c/PIC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-7948847927940805896</id><published>2008-05-31T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:59:22.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa</title><content type='html'>A belated happy birthday to my Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEFm4P9J9lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZEWmH285vGM/s1600-h/DSCF0208a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEFm4P9J9lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZEWmH285vGM/s400/DSCF0208a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206555760758748754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: You (as my wonderful Dad)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-7948847927940805896?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/7948847927940805896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=7948847927940805896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7948847927940805896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7948847927940805896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/pa.html' title='Pa'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SEFm4P9J9lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZEWmH285vGM/s72-c/DSCF0208a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-5911914017626601905</id><published>2008-05-13T23:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:38:45.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Resolution: To Israel</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, so, for anyone that didn't know, I'm headed off to Israel tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be excited, but as educational and inspiring as I'm sure it should be, it's also kinda the final stretch of &lt;a href="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/6361/emmausow2.png"&gt;the Emmaus menace&lt;/a&gt;.  I know— I know I'm a turd for viewing such a great opportunity so darkly.  See, I signed up for the trip in September, when I was (believe it or not) a bit more optimistic.  I thought I would have made a good deal of friends too.  Please don't misunderstand me; I've made some great friends, but unfortunately, none of them are going on this trip.  Actually, I'll be with some of the most annoying people I can imagine being with for two and a half weeks.  A lot of the kids there are really nice too, but I have just never been able to click with very many of them.  I just don't want two and a half more weeks of awkward silences, forced conversations, masks, and... well, loneliness.  If any of my faithful blog followers can arrange to accompany me over there, please don't hesitate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all that aside, my blog will be on a bit of hiatus.  I've been careful to post every day since I've started, so this is a monumental occasion!  Hopeful getting out of the habit won't bring the blog to end, as it usually does with all my pointless projects.  Oh well.  New ones are always bound to pop up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-5911914017626601905?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/5911914017626601905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=5911914017626601905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/5911914017626601905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/5911914017626601905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-resolution-to-israel.html' title='Post-Resolution: To Israel'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-8675515481889700491</id><published>2008-05-12T13:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:07:40.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE PARTY'/><title type='text'>Firefly/Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCevD-k_LSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QyIalZGMYo8/s1600-h/firefly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCevD-k_LSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QyIalZGMYo8/s400/firefly.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199316777695128866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joss Whedon, 2002, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly&lt;/span&gt; is one of the greatest television shows I have ever seen.  Originally airing on Fox, it quickly gained a strong cult following.  And no wonder.  Whedon brilliantly combined past, present, and future; embodying the old west spirit of adventure, a science fiction sense of imagination, and the fact that people of all eras face the very same conflicts.  The characters, never flat or uninteresting, are what really hold the series together.  It's a wonderful blend of drama, action, romance and humor.  I only docked it a star because a few of the episodes didn't really seem to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But true to Fox's nature, the show was canceled after only fourteen episodes.  Three of the episodes weren't ever aired.  Perhaps it's bettered that it was taken off the air, because the show never got a chance to "jump the shark."  But for three years the show's loyal fans were left in suspense.  Finally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenity&lt;/span&gt; was released to wrap up the unanswered questions and bring some resolution to the series.  And what a resolution it was!  This movie was nothing short of epic!  A few details from the show were never explained, but for the most part everything was nicely wrapped up.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenity&lt;/span&gt; stayed true to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly &lt;/span&gt;series and there was certainly no skimping on the action.  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firefly: 4/5 stars&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Serenity: 5/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¯¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¯¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¯¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¯¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¯¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¯¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¯¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCevR-k_LTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zNO1NTazNro/s1600-h/reynoldscobb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCevR-k_LTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zNO1NTazNro/s400/reynoldscobb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199317018213297458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: You and I, defying all odds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-8675515481889700491?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/8675515481889700491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=8675515481889700491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/8675515481889700491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/8675515481889700491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/fireflyserenity.html' title='Firefly/Serenity'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCevD-k_LSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QyIalZGMYo8/s72-c/firefly.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-3157167009250739</id><published>2008-05-11T14:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:30:47.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Triple Holiday Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>A celebratory day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the obvious: Mother's Day!  Happy Mother's Day to my Mom, your mom &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(notice yours is in lowercase)&lt;/span&gt;, moms everywhere, and everyone ever born of a woman!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Adam and Eve, you're OUT.)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mother is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCdcr-k_LOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eC1vkdk_XcI/s1600-h/IMG_4728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCdcr-k_LOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eC1vkdk_XcI/s400/IMG_4728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199226205424790754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: You, a wonderful mother having a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, it's Brother Andrew's birthday!  Hip-hip hurray, Brother Andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCdeAOk_LPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Et8sVSYb0jU/s1600-h/IMG_7343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCdeAOk_LPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Et8sVSYb0jU/s400/IMG_7343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199227652828769522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: You (the big one), having a super birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today is also Pentecost, a day commemorating the church being filled by the Holy Spirit!  Happy Pentecost, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCdlCuk_LRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xrKzdohhj08/s1600-h/PHOTONOAVAIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCdlCuk_LRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xrKzdohhj08/s400/PHOTONOAVAIL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199235392359836946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: A wondrous site to behold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-3157167009250739?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/3157167009250739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=3157167009250739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3157167009250739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3157167009250739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/triple-holiday-extravaganza.html' title='A Triple Holiday Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCdcr-k_LOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eC1vkdk_XcI/s72-c/IMG_4728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-4964221870268273176</id><published>2008-05-10T22:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:17:40.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>im in ur blahg</title><content type='html'>Recently it has come to my attention that the type of pictures archived on such sites as &lt;a href="http://lolcats.com/"&gt;LOLCATS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;I Can Has Cheezburger&lt;/a&gt; are thought to be funny.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;.  Once again, America, it is up to me to correct your poor taste and lack of common sense.  Thank goodness you have me, or who knows what kind of &lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/5140/americahe4.jpg"&gt;shenanigans&lt;/a&gt; you'd be getting into right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you unfamiliar with the "lolcat" phenomenon, a lolcat is a picture of a cat with a caption intended to be funny.  Sometimes the picture will be &lt;a href="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/6453/lolcatsdotcompm4yynwfz2hg5.jpg"&gt;Photoshopped&lt;/a&gt; and not funny.  Sometimes the cat &lt;a href="http://img131.imageshack.us/img131/3046/lolcatsdotcomgy28mlercmzv9.jpg"&gt;won't be doing anything at all&lt;/a&gt; (still unfunny).  I suspect that more often than not, the creators somehow &lt;a href="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/8722/omgwtfbbqcn3.jpg"&gt;agitate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/9137/1159587965947mp0.jpg"&gt;frighten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/5098/imsorrydaveho9.jpg"&gt;torture&lt;/a&gt;, and generally &lt;a href="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/751/donotwantcokezerochrispy8.jpg"&gt;piss off&lt;/a&gt; their cats to get the shots they use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the solution?  How do we reverse this fad and return to normalcy and decency?  The answer is obvious:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;.  We replace all lolcats with Laugh-Out-Loud Jim!  Pictures of me, your Uncle Jim, with grammatically correct, poetic captions as opposed to lolspeak nonsense.  Compare these two images, and observe the enormous leap in hilarity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCZ_8zjklXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/g7E2Ck0n1_c/s1600-h/lolkitteh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCZ_8zjklXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/g7E2Ck0n1_c/s400/lolkitteh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198983502454101362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCaAHTjklYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5Yn1fkp3Mj0/s1600-h/loljim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCaAHTjklYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5Yn1fkp3Mj0/s400/loljim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198983682842727810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Hysterical!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-4964221870268273176?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/4964221870268273176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=4964221870268273176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/4964221870268273176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/4964221870268273176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-in-ur-blahg.html' title='im in ur blahg'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCZ_8zjklXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/g7E2Ck0n1_c/s72-c/lolkitteh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-3263994688249443984</id><published>2008-05-09T12:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:19:26.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest for Jim/Some Rest for Sarah I Hope</title><content type='html'>Oi.  So I'm safe and sound at home now, but there's no rest for the lazy (What?).  I've got plenty to do between unpacking everything I've brought back, repacking for Israel, and visiting everyone I've missed so much!  It's certainly good to be home, but it really feels like I'm just stopping by for the weekend.  Oh well, Israel should be a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, happy birthday to Sister Sarah!  I hope all is well on east side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCSVWzjklWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y_qgEcVX2Rg/s1600-h/IMG_7322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCSVWzjklWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y_qgEcVX2Rg/s400/IMG_7322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198444088921462114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: You too having a happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-3263994688249443984?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/3263994688249443984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=3263994688249443984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3263994688249443984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3263994688249443984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-rest-for-jimsome-rest-for-sarah-i.html' title='No Rest for Jim/Some Rest for Sarah I Hope'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCSVWzjklWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y_qgEcVX2Rg/s72-c/IMG_7322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-1904435025975330187</id><published>2008-05-08T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:00:02.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE PARTY'/><title type='text'>The Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCE6I3VTTbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VhsYorTaipU/s1600-h/therock.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCE6I3VTTbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VhsYorTaipU/s400/therock.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197499368928923058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Michael Bay, 1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rock&lt;/span&gt;, Ed Harris takes 81 tourists hostage on the island of Alcatraz, arms several biochemical missiles and aims them at San Fransisco.  Sean Connery is a former prisoner of Alcatraz who had once almost succeeded in escaping.  His help is enlisted by the FBI to infiltrate the island.  Nicolas Cage, an FBI chemical specialist, for some reason, gets involved at every juncture and inadvertently ends up being the hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.  What's to say?  It was corny, predictable, unbelievable, and clich&lt;span class="hw"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;.  Your standard action flick, but nothing about it was enthralling.  The dialog was flat and cheesy.  Hans Zimmer delivered yet another score that sounds exactly like his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean &lt;/span&gt;theme (literally, once you've heard one Zimmer score, you've heard them all).  The actors are fine, but their acting was poor.  Actually, this is the only Michael Bay movie I've seen, but I feel thoroughly unimpressed.  I'm being a little cruel, I suppose.  I didn't hate it.  But what was to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCE6N3VTTcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SHv4RkBSFz8/s1600-h/seanconnery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCE6N3VTTcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SHv4RkBSFz8/s400/seanconnery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197499454828268994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Me, being typecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"...it's you!  You're the rocket man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-1904435025975330187?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/1904435025975330187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=1904435025975330187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1904435025975330187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1904435025975330187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/rock.html' title='The Rock'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCE6I3VTTbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VhsYorTaipU/s72-c/therock.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-2706216627221509322</id><published>2008-05-07T01:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:21:18.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seantabulous</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, Seantabulous!  You get your very own post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCFYRXVTTdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/biIH9k13WWk/s1600-h/sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCFYRXVTTdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/biIH9k13WWk/s400/sean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197532500306644434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: You, having a happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-2706216627221509322?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/2706216627221509322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=2706216627221509322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/2706216627221509322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/2706216627221509322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/seantabulous.html' title='Seantabulous'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCFYRXVTTdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/biIH9k13WWk/s72-c/sean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-5707416805144329571</id><published>2008-05-06T22:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:28:55.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>Today has been pretty dull. A little anticlimactic, actually. On my final day at Emmaus I was expecting a bit more of a bang. Parades, explosions, a heavenly host sounding their trumpets... Something along those lines. Instead, it seems quieter than usual. I think most people are either crashing after staying up late studying or are out celebrating. I'm ending the year as I spent it: in my room. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm feeling a little exhausted myself. I've just staggered through yet another school year, but this one was, I believe, the hardest one yet. At times, it took all the energy I had just to get out of bed and drag myself to class. I had no home to retreat to. I endured the longest, coldest, most bitter winter I've ever experienced. Everyday I found myself wanting to drop out. I've lost a lot of battles. I've lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God, Who never let go of me! Never was I alone! He also blessed me with all of you! I can't tell you how much your encouragement means to me: the e-mails, the packages, the letters, the random phone calls, text messages, and even just hanging out with me, either at Emmaus or over my breaks! I am overwhelmed at how many good friends I have and what a great family I was born into! Thank you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also to the new and wonderful friends I've made here! You've made this year so much more bearable for me... You have no idea how much I appreciate you! Here are just a few of the friends I've made this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCDh_HVTTXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TQWTZAMhETE/s1600-h/IMG_7487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCDh_HVTTXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TQWTZAMhETE/s400/IMG_7487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197402444401954162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCEILnVTTYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M94IpCb5d-I/s1600-h/IMG_7508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCEILnVTTYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/M94IpCb5d-I/s320/IMG_7508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197444440592174466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCEIYXVTTZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NH-lYfpKlHw/s1600-h/IMG_7507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCEIYXVTTZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NH-lYfpKlHw/s400/IMG_7507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197444659635506578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCEItHVTTaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/g66ScMi1ITU/s1600-h/IMG_7511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCEItHVTTaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/g66ScMi1ITU/s320/IMG_7511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197445016117792162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not pictured: You.  (Also Connie...  Whatever happened to her?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's hard to say how much I've really learned this year; but I'm praying it wasn't a waste of time.  I have mixed feelings about the future, too...  mostly pessimistic...  but at least I've survived yet another one of my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONQUESTS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTRETEMPS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I need a haircut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-5707416805144329571?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/5707416805144329571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=5707416805144329571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/5707416805144329571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/5707416805144329571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SCDh_HVTTXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TQWTZAMhETE/s72-c/IMG_7487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-738986911138689504</id><published>2008-05-05T16:45:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:51:46.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>OK!  Refresh your page!  Once more!  If statistics are any friend to you, you should have seen that my banner is now cycling between random images.  Hurrah!  This is how I spent my afternoon today, so hopefully it's working for you too.  I've noticed that sometimes it won't load fast enough and will just end up displaying an empty box...  Let me know if it's causing any other problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to restock it often and filter out the runts of the litter.  I feel these first three are not my best work...  I think what I hate most about them is that in all three (on three seperate dates), I hadn't showered those days, so my hair is always really gross...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Hmm...  Maybe I shouldn't have pointed that out...)&lt;/span&gt;  Emmaus has really got me down, OK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and special thanks to &lt;a href="http://freeyasoul.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-rotating-banner-hack.html"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know who he is.  I just found him on Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also new: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conquests and Contretemps: Abridged&lt;/span&gt; is now available on the sidebar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Stay up-to-date with your dear Uncle Jim in an even more trivial way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EDIT1: Disregard this post!  I'm taking the banner down until I can weed out the empty box of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT2: Disregard that last edit!  The box of death is dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-738986911138689504?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/738986911138689504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=738986911138689504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/738986911138689504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/738986911138689504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-4767695124257708607</id><published>2008-05-04T22:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:12:04.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE PARTY'/><title type='text'>Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SB6N53VTTUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mGAPFMe9a3I/s1600-h/amazinggrace.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SB6N53VTTUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mGAPFMe9a3I/s400/amazinggrace.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196747045277486402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Michael Apted, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decent.  I liked it, but it could be a little slow and dry at points.  Some of the scenes were a bit over the top, but overall it was a well done film.  I guess more than anything else, I was really happy to see a "Christian movie" with some effort put into it.  The production values were excellent and the Gospel wasn't forced on the audience.  It was integral to the story and not exaggerated in any way.  The movie, never preachy, was encouraging to me in a lot of the comments on God and faith.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bill:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know that lying down on the wet grass is not a normal thing to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;None of my business, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bill:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...Truth is... uh... I've been even more strange than usual lately, haven't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...Uh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bill:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's God.  I have 10,000 engagements of state today, but I would prefer to spend the day out here getting a wet arse, studying dandelions and marveling at bloody spiders' webs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You found God, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bill:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think He found me...  Do you have any idea how inconvenient that is?  How idiotic it will sound?  I have a political career glittering ahead of me and in my heart I want spiders' webs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[~~LATER~~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tommy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr. Wilberforce, we understand you're having problems choosing whether to do the work of God or the work of a political activist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hannah-Banana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We humbly suggest that you can do both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that kinda tugged at me just because I'm trying to figure out what I should be doing with my life...  Everyone else tells me to strive to be successful, whereas I want to do what God would have me do and I want to find some happiness.  But I think Wilberforce, as portrayed in this movie, anyway, is a good example of how God will use the talents and the passions we have (I daresay He's given to us) for His good purposes.  How much more so when we submit to His will! Also, I really liked this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Johnny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Although my memory's fading, I remember two things very clearly:  I'm a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SB6N-HVTTVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WF3K484xXBc/s1600-h/wilberforce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SB6N-HVTTVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WF3K484xXBc/s400/wilberforce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196747118291930450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Me, opposing slavery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-4767695124257708607?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/4767695124257708607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=4767695124257708607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/4767695124257708607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/4767695124257708607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SB6N53VTTUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mGAPFMe9a3I/s72-c/amazinggrace.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-212896811697770282</id><published>2008-05-03T17:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:11:57.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufi</title><content type='html'>I want to grow up to be Sufjan Stevens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=qd7Hx8Oa6ko"&gt;Variation On 'Commemorative Transfiguration &amp;amp; Communion At Magruder Park'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Rrfrvl39INs"&gt;What Goes On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=uceNZtKZAnc"&gt;The Lakes of Canada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBzyzHVTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/99GNcHs7w7Q/s1600-h/415136379_1580dc583a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBzyzHVTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/99GNcHs7w7Q/s400/415136379_1580dc583a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196295030034353458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Me, a terrific musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When's the next album?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-212896811697770282?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/212896811697770282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=212896811697770282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/212896811697770282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/212896811697770282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/sufi.html' title='Sufi'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBzyzHVTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/99GNcHs7w7Q/s72-c/415136379_1580dc583a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-5961532926812286205</id><published>2008-05-01T23:49:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:13:03.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A High-Ku</title><content type='html'>by Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;lightning shatters night&lt;br /&gt;a mighty roar comes after&lt;br /&gt;darkness stands no chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Interpretive key:  God is a SCARY LION!!  Be on His side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-5961532926812286205?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/5961532926812286205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=5961532926812286205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/5961532926812286205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/5961532926812286205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/haiku.html' title='A High-Ku'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-7374641300873584624</id><published>2008-05-01T20:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:54:54.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You, You, You, You, You</title><content type='html'>So, I've come to the conclusion that my blog is way too self-indulgent.  My arrogance, self-importance, and self-consciousness is bad enough without it overflowing into my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to make this blog more about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBqBX3VTTPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LwHauRd5m0w/s1600-h/you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBqBX3VTTPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LwHauRd5m0w/s200/you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195607367115558130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...  So...  I think that you're great!  And...  Thanks for reading!  And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Uh...  I'm gonna go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-7374641300873584624?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/7374641300873584624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=7374641300873584624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7374641300873584624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7374641300873584624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-you-you-you-you.html' title='You, You, You, You, You'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBqBX3VTTPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LwHauRd5m0w/s72-c/you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-3072603982496587910</id><published>2008-04-30T21:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:12:24.336-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE PARTY'/><title type='text'>No Country for Old Men</title><content type='html'>Also, watch for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spoilers&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm all about the &lt;a href="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/448/mercedesspoilersg9.jpg"&gt;spoilers&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBlCIXVTTLI/AAAAAAAAADk/8G4cBpMAP1M/s1600-h/no-country-for-old-men.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBlCIXVTTLI/AAAAAAAAADk/8G4cBpMAP1M/s400/no-country-for-old-men.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195256356618325170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Joel and Ethan Coen, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2007's Best Picture Oscar-winner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/span&gt; was certainly a worthy contender for the title.  I was impressed with the storytelling, in that it really didn't have to depend on anything outside of its storytelling.  What I mean is that this movie will never become dated because it didn't rely on its setting or any CGI or gimmicks or even unnecessary dialog, but purely on the tale it told.  The acting was really terrific; not once did I feel like I was watching a movie.  By the way, I don't think I've ever been more frightened by a villain than I was by Anton Chigurh.  In general, very out of the box, well done, and thrilling film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to the end.  Or at least I suspect I did because credits started rolling.  There was absolutely no resolution, and I had no idea what the film was trying to say.  If I was to take a stab at it, it had something to do with life being a cosmic imbalance of freewill and chance, and that often there's simply nothing we can do against pain and injustice.  It's just inevitable.  I think a glimmer of hope was hinted at in the closing lines, but without seeing that hope manifested, it's hardly satisfactory.  I guess satisfaction wasn't the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that, in truth, Good and evil will all unbalance out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I enjoyed it and feel glad I watched it.  If you consider yourself a film connoisseur, you may want to check it out too.  Beware brutal violence and a smidgen of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBlCPnVTTMI/AAAAAAAAADs/iBU9RNYSfEw/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBlCPnVTTMI/AAAAAAAAADs/iBU9RNYSfEw/s400/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195256481172376770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Me. I kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-3072603982496587910?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/3072603982496587910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=3072603982496587910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3072603982496587910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/3072603982496587910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-country-for-old-men.html' title='No Country for Old Men'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBlCIXVTTLI/AAAAAAAAADk/8G4cBpMAP1M/s72-c/no-country-for-old-men.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-7678242796154594280</id><published>2008-04-30T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:51:33.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Punk'd!!</title><content type='html'>First off, I woke up with my hair like this this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBiFRnVTTKI/AAAAAAAAADc/icLA3egb9wE/s1600-h/IMG_7474a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBiFRnVTTKI/AAAAAAAAADc/icLA3egb9wE/s400/IMG_7474a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195048707834465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, as usual, I woke up five minutes before class and was too busy trying to find clean clothes than to worry about my hair.  But everyone 'round these parts seems to think I'm just trying to be a punk.  No one appreciates cool hair anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm done with all my reading for this year, and in celebration have decided not to read anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thta means I wo'ntbe editting my posts anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-7678242796154594280?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/7678242796154594280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=7678242796154594280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7678242796154594280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7678242796154594280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-punkd.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Punk&apos;d!!'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBiFRnVTTKI/AAAAAAAAADc/icLA3egb9wE/s72-c/IMG_7474a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-7515736393614360016</id><published>2008-04-29T02:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T03:02:57.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3:52</title><content type='html'>I post to you from 3:52 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totaled up some stuff.  I realized I may still be able to pass that class I thought I was failing if I do stuff.  So I stayed up night and did stuff.  Then smarter 3AM brain kicked in and realized I did math wrong.  The chances are actually still pretty slim, but there's still that narrow li'l chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, I just don't ever want to say that I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBbjnXVTTJI/AAAAAAAAADU/TcejzmJ3HBs/s1600-h/IMG_7473a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBbjnXVTTJI/AAAAAAAAADU/TcejzmJ3HBs/s400/IMG_7473a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194589485636209810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Avobe: Me, not give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-7515736393614360016?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/7515736393614360016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=7515736393614360016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7515736393614360016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/7515736393614360016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/352.html' title='3:52'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBbjnXVTTJI/AAAAAAAAADU/TcejzmJ3HBs/s72-c/IMG_7473a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-248246387579910782</id><published>2008-04-28T00:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T02:18:13.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironically, This Post Started Out About How Uneasy I Feel About Posting</title><content type='html'>Bad news, everybody.  It's been really windy the past couple days.  Windy as in cold.  Cold as in unproductive.  I plowed through some major reading today, anyhow, but I still feel as if I got nothing accomplished.  Eight days now, and I just want it to all be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[transition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm one week in, and already I'm having doubts about all this blogging business.  I mean, this was supposed to be the hilarious, feel-good weblog of the year.  But so far I've just used it as a vehicle for whining and forced contemplation.  After the Festival of Faith and Writing especially, I really just want to write, but I'm afraid I may be overdoing it a bit.  I mean, I could just journal for self, but somehow I just don't feel motivated to do that at all.  I'm self-centered enough that I have to be sure to show those around me how interesting my thoughts are and how freaking creative I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I being too open?  Really, who wants to hear how unhappy I am?  How lonely I am?  But I don't want to pretend like I'm happy either; I think that's an awful way to go through life.  The only option that leaves is sitting in a corner, being as quiet as I can, trying to act as if I don't have an opinion at all.  Which I have been doing for a long time...  It's no wonder I'm so unhappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I not open enough?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Show of hands, who wants to hear more about my love life?)&lt;/span&gt;  I hate being open 'cause most people never seem to know how to respond.  Sometimes, I suspect they think I'm being fake.  But doesn't that just make me paranoid?  Maybe they'll just hate me no matter what I tell them.  But these are the kinds of things I think, which I really don't want to share.  As I've mentioned before, I suspect that I'm going a little insane.  Even if not, no doubt I'm over-analytical.  It'd be nice to look at someone someday and just be able to think absolutely nothing about them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a billion different rabbit trails I could go down right now (probably closer to three), but I'm going to go down this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can Christians Tell the Truth?"  That was the title of one of the sessions I attended at the Festival of Faith and Writing.  Lectures were given by Leslie Leyland Fields, Debra Rienstra, and Vinita Hampton Wright (don't worry, I'm sure those names mean as much to you as they did to me).  I won't go into what all of them said, but in short, they agreed we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the day before, I heard a Christian woman on the radio, telling the story of her husband's tragic death.  She cheerfully rattled off the gory details of what led up to him writhing on their driveway, tacking on "but God has just been so faithful through it all."  (Er... Not bad... It was the way she said it)  She then proceeded to push her new cookbook.  Now, I'm sure she was masking a lot of pain... but if she insists on telling the tale, why hide the hurt?  It's sickening, really.  It cheapens Christianity.  When you accept Jesus as your personal Savior, you'll never hurt again.  Nay!  If anything, the pain becomes greater in this life, but we have such great hope!  Even Jesus was described as "a man of sorrows," experienced incredible pain throughout his life, and never blissfully ignored it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just ticks me off, because this has become such a common attitude!  In fact, this is one of my chief complaints about Emmaus.  First semester, my pessimism was starting to wear off a bit and I thought I was finally making some friends.  So I went to sit next to one of said "friends" at dinner.  She asks me how I am, and nonchalantly I respond, "I've been better."  Dead serious, and without batting an eye, she scolds, "James, we have Jesus."  Actually, this one of the defining moments of my Emmaus experience.  At this point, I realized that I had no friends.  At this point I realized how deeply I hate Emmaus.  (FYI - I did make some really good friends later in the year; no worries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Christians insist it has to be this way?  Why do we think we have to pretty up salvation and sell it?  We're sinners bound for an unyielding lake of fire and Yahweh loves us so much that He came and took our place.  I'm pretty sure that can stand on its own.  In fact, when we pretend that there's no pain, it makes us seem inhuman.  It's detrimental to our testimonies.  People can sense such a huge gaping crater of a lie from a mile away and will just end up running in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, Christians have to tell the truth.  And I'll keep striving to get better at honest communication.  So you'll read my crappy emo posts whether you like it or not!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(You could also stop reading.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crap...  This turned out much heavier than I wanted it to be...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ahhh!  Quick!  Post something funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBWGVXVTTII/AAAAAAAAADM/FHt9OJaVqik/s1600-h/IMG_7466a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBWGVXVTTII/AAAAAAAAADM/FHt9OJaVqik/s400/IMG_7466a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194205446840470658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Me, funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-248246387579910782?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/248246387579910782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=248246387579910782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/248246387579910782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/248246387579910782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/ironically-this-post-started-out-about.html' title='Ironically, This Post Started Out About How Uneasy I Feel About Posting'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBWGVXVTTII/AAAAAAAAADM/FHt9OJaVqik/s72-c/IMG_7466a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-6616887123625317165</id><published>2008-04-26T17:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:36:48.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION</title><content type='html'>I'm self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Return to your homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-6616887123625317165?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/6616887123625317165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=6616887123625317165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/6616887123625317165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/6616887123625317165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/attention.html' title='ATTENTION'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-2030331427447244111</id><published>2008-04-25T22:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:12:49.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE PARTY'/><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As part of my philanthropic blogging services, I'd like to share a bit more of what I've been watching, listening to, playing, and reading (someday I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;read a book!).  And, of course, no post would be complete without my over-analytical comments.  Tonight's film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBLWpnVTTGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hqnSrK9_veY/s1600-h/sunshine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBLWpnVTTGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hqnSrK9_veY/s400/sunshine1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193449330732911714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Danny Boyle, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't remember hearing hardly anything about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; as it was coming out, and no one (that I knew) seemed to be paying particular attention to it.  If it wasn't for my love of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/span&gt; (same director, same writer, same star, even same composer) it probably would have completely passed me by.  But I'm pretty glad I caught this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert "Jim" Capa (Cillian "Jim" Murphy) and a team of seven other astronauts are responsible for restoring our dying sun after the first team has inexplicably failed and disappeared.  They are mankind's last hope (which you know I'm a sucker for), but of course, as with any space thriller, problems continually arise and their mission becomes harder and harder to carry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, there's nothing that thought-provoking here; it was just a fun movie.  The effects were excellent, by the way.  Still... there's something valuable to me in this movie, and I think it's the same thing I found in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/span&gt;.  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Days&lt;/span&gt;, the main character Jim isn't anyone special or important, but he really mans up throughout the movie and by the end is taking down everyone he has to in order to protect the two girls entrusted into his care.  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;, the crew has to overcome a lot of strife, misfortune, and even their own accumulating insanity.  It was so thrilling to watch how hard Capa drove himself to carry out what he had to do.  For me, these movies fit perfectly into John Eldridge's theory of the three desires of every male heart:  adventure, battle, and a beauty to rescue.  So seeing them played out before me in such a well done film certainly gets me excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, you wouldn't be missing out on anything huge if you skipped it, but it's worth watching if you want to be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBLW9nVTTHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OBMdhXkf9UY/s1600-h/sunshine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBLW9nVTTHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OBMdhXkf9UY/s400/sunshine2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193449674330295410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Me as Cillian Murphy as Jim as Robert Capa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-2030331427447244111?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/2030331427447244111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=2030331427447244111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/2030331427447244111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/2030331427447244111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SBLWpnVTTGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hqnSrK9_veY/s72-c/sunshine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-1859014310379977993</id><published>2008-04-24T22:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:05:36.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Math, More Disappointment</title><content type='html'>The results are IN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first year at Emmaus, you are given two tests at the beginning of the year.  One is a test of your Bible "knowledge."  Was Ahab a wicked king or a good king?  What region was the Euphrates river located in?  Stuff like that.  The other is really more of a survey...  Its questions assess your prayer life, your fellowship, your ministry, etcetera.  Then they give you the same two tests at the end of the year, so you can compare how much you've grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bible trivia, I got a higher score by 24%.  That's pretty good, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the spiritual growth survey, my categories &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt;, on average, by 11.5%.  The most dramatic drop was 25%.  Yeesh!  Now, others who saw their scores drop said they think they overrated themselves on the first test, but... I don't know...  I tried to be very fair and unbiased taking the assessment both times.  And even if that was the case, what does that mean?  That Emmaus has made us all a little humbler?  Or did it just make us all feel a little guiltier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry; I don't mean to whine so much, but I do feel overexorted.  And I'm disappointed that I myself have let my spiritual life sink like that, and I hope it won't slip much further.  Mind you, I was coming off the Elim mountain-top experience when I took the first test.  But at this point in the year, I'm just... tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems to me that the Bible trivia test was just kinda silly...  I mean, I guess it would be impressive to meet someone who knows all those minute details, but I don't think an unbeliever is ever going to corner me and demand to know who Crispus was (a believer mentioned twice in the New Testament, not to be confused with &lt;a href="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/1003/crispus2yt0.jpg"&gt;Crispus Attucks&lt;/a&gt;).  I would have much rather gotten a healthy increase in my spiritual maturity and I think when you're well established in your Bible devotions, the "trivia" will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm sorry for complaining (I guess not that sorry since I ended up posting this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaping what I have sown.  Remind me to sow a bit more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;...maybe it's just because I didn't get to see the sun once today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-1859014310379977993?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/1859014310379977993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=1859014310379977993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1859014310379977993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1859014310379977993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-math-more-disappointment.html' title='More Math, More Disappointment'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-4252576211371838107</id><published>2008-04-23T18:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:43:49.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Math</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to notice a direct correlation between two of my least favorite things: homework and despair.  I smell conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great weekend with my Mom at the Festival of Faith and Writing, I came back to beautiful spring weather and began to feel a lot of anxiety wear off. For two days, I actually felt pretty happy. But the second I decided to do homework, my happiness was shattered. In mathematical terms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_U1XVTTCI/AAAAAAAAACU/yyYBXxHpl7c/s1600-h/math1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_U1XVTTCI/AAAAAAAAACU/yyYBXxHpl7c/s400/math1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192602908642987042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3cd4ea470d45f89" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3cd4ea470d45f89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334355934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7182171CFD6B68481E9B7B15DF025137DB7CCCF1.4AE89D04DB2C9721F19E378E18259EAAF2F0C3FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3cd4ea470d45f89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNsa-O2h8g9cjmGnIbnEa4J8BHFM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3cd4ea470d45f89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334355934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7182171CFD6B68481E9B7B15DF025137DB7CCCF1.4AE89D04DB2C9721F19E378E18259EAAF2F0C3FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3cd4ea470d45f89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNsa-O2h8g9cjmGnIbnEa4J8BHFM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Me, doing homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is most unfortunate. However, I have discovered that doing homework outside in the beautiful weather makes it much more bearable! By some mathematical miracle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_U8XVTTDI/AAAAAAAAACc/mnX9sEC4Jv8/s1600-h/math2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_U8XVTTDI/AAAAAAAAACc/mnX9sEC4Jv8/s400/math2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192603028902071346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it would seem my grades &lt;span&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; looking pretty grim. I may not get this certificate after all... But as I've thought about it... So what? I really didn't come for a certificate, and I can't see it ever being of any use to me. I came here because I thought a Bible school would magically make me into a better a Christian. Closer to Jesus, better grounded in the Word, well-equipped to lead and to serve. That certainly hasn't happened magically, but I do think I've grown. In fact, the class I have the worst grade in, I've gotten the most out of. Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certificate or no certificate, I'm not done yet. I will (as Christians so zealously overuse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PRESS ON."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;...ack... it's supposed to rain tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-4252576211371838107?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/4252576211371838107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=4252576211371838107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/4252576211371838107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/4252576211371838107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-beginning-to-notice-direct.html' title='Math'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_U1XVTTCI/AAAAAAAAACU/yyYBXxHpl7c/s72-c/math1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-1593483543322015137</id><published>2008-04-22T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:28:02.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Art/ I Am Artist</title><content type='html'>Art has been on my mind for the past couple of weeks.  Beauty in the natural world has always stood out to me.  For a while there, I think I lost sight of it, but now that spring is back and the year is coming to a close, a bit of perspective's coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing to try to put what I've been thinking into words, but it's like I have this heightened sensitivity to beauty around me.  In the weirdest sense.  For instance, last night I could see something special in the night sky, just above the city lights and just below where the stars came into view.  It was as if there was something waiting for me beyond the horizon.  Or take the feeling of a cool breeze on a warm spring day.  It makes me feel as if someone's calling to me from far away.  So I think I'm probably going a little insane.  Blame it on Emmaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA5egXVTS7I/AAAAAAAAABg/NxRb7WAdPFA/s1600-h/IMG_7433a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA5egXVTS7I/AAAAAAAAABg/NxRb7WAdPFA/s400/IMG_7433a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192191330516945842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Me, as art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo!  Last night I was relating all this to my dear friend Connie (with less insanity, I hope), and even this morning she pointed out these words to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The heavens declare the glory of God, and the expanse proclaims His handiwork.  Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.  There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the less insane it seems that the night sky and the winds of spring might be talking to me.  God has created beauty all around us, and beauty speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few years back, I was asking the question "what is art?"  Yet now I find myself asking, "What isn't art?"  It seems like everything God has made has something to say.  What's more, He imparted even to us the ability to create, and it seems to me that everything we create has something to say, even if it exists for practical purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even what we create seems to glorify God in that it cannot be built outside what He has created.  For instance, we cannot build a skyscraper apart from physics.  Music is another good example.  God created the notes and let's us discover the chords.  Though we are allowed the creativity, God has already created all the possibilities of sounds to be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact remains that we live in a world of corruption.  Natural disaster, war, hate, everything gives you cancer.  So then it is the artist's job to pull light and beauty out of darkness and despair.  In this, he glorifies God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to the unbeliever can the artist give hope, just in reminding him that there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; beauty.  I speak not only of the Christian artist, but also the secular.  Creating beauty, they glorify.  Some may even blaspheme in their work, but I think that the fact that they are searching for beauty deserves some merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Satan, who tries to distract us from the beauty of Yahweh, is being used to bring glory to Yahweh.  Even in that contrast is beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-1593483543322015137?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/1593483543322015137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=1593483543322015137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1593483543322015137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/1593483543322015137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-art-i-am-artist.html' title='I Am Art/ I Am Artist'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA5egXVTS7I/AAAAAAAAABg/NxRb7WAdPFA/s72-c/IMG_7433a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-6679815711857446267</id><published>2008-04-21T21:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:38:21.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Came Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really want to write in my newfound blog...  But I'm afraid I don't have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA08m3VTS6I/AAAAAAAAABY/Ul0InJ-FJYo/s1600-h/IMG_7431a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA08m3VTS6I/AAAAAAAAABY/Ul0InJ-FJYo/s400/IMG_7431a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191872583814040482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above:  Me, with little to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a beautiful day!  Unfortunately, that's bad news for my studies.  In addition to sleeping through my first class and through chapel, I spent the majority of the afternoon wandering about outside, just hanging out with good friends.  Then the evening...  Then the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but it's all good.  With the sun back, I'm beginning to feel happy again!  Everything is beautiful; even the air smells so wonderful.  I didn't get a thing done today, but at least I enjoyed the day.  Actually, I don't think the next two weeks are going to be that bad...  Assuming I don't have to study, that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-6679815711857446267?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/6679815711857446267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=6679815711857446267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/6679815711857446267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/6679815711857446267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/sun-came-back.html' title='The Sun Came Back'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA08m3VTS6I/AAAAAAAAABY/Ul0InJ-FJYo/s72-c/IMG_7431a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22606845891352928.post-719023350029990251</id><published>2008-04-20T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:30:12.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After many failed attempts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come crawling back to the blogging craze like a paraplegic zombie drags its torn corpse to warm flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring and I'm a pretty bland person.  Join me as I venture into the mediocrity of everyday life and confront the horrors of my ongoing identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SAwMTMLjBaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IBPd_UiUDPM/s1600-h/havingfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SAwMTMLjBaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IBPd_UiUDPM/s400/havingfun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191537994278045090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Me, having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are bad like my grammar too.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22606845891352928-719023350029990251?l=incredibleconquests.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/feeds/719023350029990251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22606845891352928&amp;postID=719023350029990251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/719023350029990251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22606845891352928/posts/default/719023350029990251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredibleconquests.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Uncle Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375903495611780964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SA_Yf3VTTEI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQ0a1tlBxQ4/S220/iconbetter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j03BGp2OsPA/SAwMTMLjBaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IBPd_UiUDPM/s72-c/havingfun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
