<?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-2487651032830668930</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:57:37.185-07:00</updated><category term='Finding Nemo'/><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='My Adventures In Writing'/><category term='Why Cats Suck'/><category term='They Might Be Giants'/><category term='The Incredibles'/><category term='Jonathan Coulton'/><category term='Antz'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Soul Coughing'/><category term='robot'/><category term='Dreamworks'/><category term='Science Fiction Reading Project'/><category term='Toy Story 2'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Toy Story'/><category term='Mike Doughty'/><category term='A Bug&apos;s Life'/><category term='Pixar'/><title type='text'>Big Anklevich Explains Everything</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3543274006278919123</id><published>2012-02-09T14:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:43:51.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinball Wizard</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm surprised by how long it's been since I posted anything on this blog.  You'd think after more than a month of silence I'd have something more worthwhile to post about, and I might, but instead I'm posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with my daughter last night, at one of those places that tends to have old video games, and I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC8U7KflPOk/TzQ9NdQozKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Z1a-BNfLbzY/s1600/DoctorWhoPinball1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC8U7KflPOk/TzQ9NdQozKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Z1a-BNfLbzY/s400/DoctorWhoPinball1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707253929187265698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's a Doctor Who pinball machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTq0FHEyAlU/TzQ9OQXXdoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gsce3gm8XD0/s1600/DoctorWhoPinball3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTq0FHEyAlU/TzQ9OQXXdoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gsce3gm8XD0/s400/DoctorWhoPinball3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707253942905697922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it's out of order.  Ah well, happens to everything eventually, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zs_TtdB-rbg/TzQ9N5Ylc-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/aiAlm7Nu5Ws/s1600/DoctorWhoPinball2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zs_TtdB-rbg/TzQ9N5Ylc-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/aiAlm7Nu5Ws/s400/DoctorWhoPinball2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707253936736793570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3543274006278919123?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3543274006278919123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2012/02/pinball-wizard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3543274006278919123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3543274006278919123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2012/02/pinball-wizard.html' title='Pinball Wizard'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC8U7KflPOk/TzQ9NdQozKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Z1a-BNfLbzY/s72-c/DoctorWhoPinball1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1426666093102922059</id><published>2011-12-19T21:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:50:27.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boomer Santa</title><content type='html'>Abbie Hilton linked to a graphic about how Christmas is aging on Facebook the other day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/tradition.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 740px; height: 518px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/tradition.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to figure out what it was all about, but when I finally deigned to actually read the information on the graphic, I saw that it was trying to tell me that all the Christmas songs that they played on the radio for the last ten years were written in the forties and fifties, and that we were only trying to recreate the Christmasses that baby boomers experienced.  That would probably be just fine according to Pierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k3Ue_Dj2GXk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gave me pause.  Is Christmas getting old?  Is it something that's already on its way out?  When I'm old, will it be looked on as passe, uncool, stupid, imperialist, racist, or something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the point a little bit.  If you look at the decorations that people put out, they definitely strive for that chintzy, fifties vibe a lot.  Tinsel is definitely a fifties thing.  I drove down the main street of a local town, and they had tinsel drapes stretched over the road.  When you mixed that with the old-time look of their main street, I felt like I was driving into a movie screen that was showing A Christmas Story (one of my favorite Christmas films of all time, and heavily reminiscent on fifties nostalgia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like rebelling against this idea.  I love Christmas, and I don't want it to go away.  I think it probably won't anytime soon.  I've noticed that recently, Christmas songs from later eras are starting to be remade and played on the radio in place of some of the older ones.  "Last Christmas" by Wham has had at least four remakes in the past year or two.  I think the real explanation behind this is that music artists want to remake the songs they loved as children when they make their Christmas albums.  So, it drags twenty or thirty years behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I noticed that Amazon.com was doing their &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/ref=dm_bb_25daysoffree?ie=UTF8&amp;docId=1000453281&amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_s=left-1&amp;pf_rd_r=12ZXDM81SXHJCASSZP0V&amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;pf_rd_p=1337874262&amp;pf_rd_i=163856011"&gt;25 Days of Free songs&lt;/a&gt; again.  They've done it every year since they opened their MP3 store.  I always check them out, because, well, I like Christmas music, especially free stuff.  I noticed that December 9th's song was a Duke Ellington song.  I love big band jazz, so I downloaded it only to discover that it was actually a DJ named Robbie Hardkiss's remix of the Duke Ellington song.  I expected not to like it, but I tried it out.  I was actually surprised that I in fact, did like it.  Maybe it was Abbie's pronouncement of the aging of Christmas that influenced me, but I really liked the modern spin put on the classic song.  It sounded to me like an old Soul Coughing song, just minus Mike Doughty's awesome lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find a version of it on YouTube, so here's another song from the album that's pretty cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fgOC52mSzh8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe it just confirms her comment, after all, Jingle Bells is not a new song (nor are any of the other songs on the album), but this remix seems to deny that whole idea completely to me.  If we can groove to Christmas music on a club's dance floor, as well as rock around the Christmas tree, and sing of the first noel too, then I think what Christmas really is, is timeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1426666093102922059?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1426666093102922059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-boomer-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1426666093102922059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1426666093102922059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-boomer-santa.html' title='Baby Boomer Santa'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k3Ue_Dj2GXk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3458182907772028628</id><published>2011-12-18T16:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:41:43.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Always Wanted</title><content type='html'>Rish and I got together the other day for our usual recording session, which means a very, very late night followed by a very early morning.  Going to bed at 3:00 or 4:00am then getting up at 8:00am always makes me grumpy.  I try my very best to not yell at my kids the next morning as we get ready for school/work, but I'm not always successful.  Anyway, that's a long preamble for not a lot of substance.  The point of all this rambling was that when my daughter asked me what the box was in the living room wrapped in HO HO HO paper, I didn't even give it a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," I said, "Ask Mommy."  After all, she's the one who dominates all the buying and wrapping of Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, when my son asked me what the box in the HO HO HO paper was, I gave him a similarly short answer.  "I don't know, ask Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when my wife came home and said, "What's that box in the corner in the HO HO HO paper?" I knew something was up.  If she didn't know what it was, then who would?  It was time to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that the box said that it was to me, from Santa.  How kind of Santa to send something my way early.  "It must be from Rish," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, it's wrapped," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not going to open it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I should.  It was a Christmas present, after all, and that was still about two weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're really going to leave it till Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right."  I ripped it open, and a shock ran through me.  "Oh, no you didn't," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, years ago, I saw an episode of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;America's Funniest Videos&lt;/span&gt; in which a guy opened his Christmas present, and started bawling.  He'd gotten an Oakland Raiders replica football helmet.  "It's something that I've always wanted," he sobbed.  I remember laughing at that guy while in the back of my head sort of understanding how he felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very few things that I've "always wanted" through my whole life.  Once I became an adult, I thought I could finally get those things, because, well, It's my money now, right?  But once I became a father, there wasn't money left over for those kinds of things.  There's so many other things that money goes to.  In fact, a lot of the things that I had already, have had to go into boxes in the basement because the space that I did have was taken from me to give to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I've always wanted, and never gotten, was (yes I'm a nerd) an AT-AT.  That's a Star Wars toy.  It's kind of the holy grail of Star Wars toys.  It's the biggest thing I think they make.  It was the biggest thing at least when I was a kid.  But I didn't want it just because it was the biggest.  It was also, by far, the coolest thing they made, perhaps the coolest thing about Star Wars altogether.  But, because it was the coolest thing and the biggest thing, it was also the most expensive thing.  I was never able to get it, because I couldn't afford it as a child.  As an adult, well, like I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpMoPApe-jo/Tu6kOVjGHYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-Eic06-BuAc/s1600/atat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpMoPApe-jo/Tu6kOVjGHYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-Eic06-BuAc/s400/atat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687663945624984962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I pulled the paper off that box.  Underneath, you guessed it, an AT-AT.  Rish made my dreams come true.  Since I know he reads this, I'm here to say thank you.  I probably would never have gotten it for myself.  I'd have grown up an old and bitter man, and as I died, and the snow globe fell from my lifeless hand, my final words would have been, "AT-AT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry, like the guy in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Funniest Home Videos&lt;/span&gt;, but I could have.  One time, we got my son a Superman toy when he was four.  He opened the present and said, "Superman jet!  It's what I always wanted!"  He was four, however, so it was cute, but it didn't really mean much.  I'm way older than four, and when I shout, "it's what I've always wanted!"  It's true.  Thanks, Rish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the present I got for you isn't nearly as cool.  Hope you like it all the same, even if it isn't something you always wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3458182907772028628?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3458182907772028628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-i-always-wanted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3458182907772028628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3458182907772028628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-i-always-wanted.html' title='What I Always Wanted'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpMoPApe-jo/Tu6kOVjGHYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-Eic06-BuAc/s72-c/atat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3874808391171861368</id><published>2011-12-01T09:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:59:25.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Going</title><content type='html'>Yesterday wasn't quite as good as the day before.  I only managed to put in another 395 words on the background of my collaboration with Rish.  But I did something, and that matters.  Today, I think, will be better, since yesterday I was able to get a bit of a head start on work that I would have had to do today, thus leaving me more time for writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3874808391171861368?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3874808391171861368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/12/still-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3874808391171861368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3874808391171861368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/12/still-going.html' title='Still Going'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5133802641070293375</id><published>2011-11-29T22:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:22:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Trying Again</title><content type='html'>Sweeps is over, and I'm going to try to get back on the horse.  I said at the start of November that I was going to try to write every day for a year, but circumstances overwhelmed me, and I only wrote twice in the entire month, if I remember right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I have a moment to breath, I'm going to try it again.  I think I need to adjust my goal a little, but I'll talk about that in a different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm just here to report that I wrote 723 words on the background of a story (or more likely a series of stories) that Rish and I are going to collaborate on.  It'll probably be a while before we get started on it in earnest.  For now I'm writing the bible for the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to get back to it though.  I had a good time writing what I did.  Yeehaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5133802641070293375?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5133802641070293375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-trying-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5133802641070293375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5133802641070293375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-trying-again.html' title='Okay, Trying Again'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-923828369230657120</id><published>2011-11-24T13:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T16:51:30.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Trot</title><content type='html'>My daughter wanted to do the Turkey Trot this morning.  It's a 3.7 mile fun run/walk.  Any chance I get to get my kids out and active instead of planted in front of a TV or video game console, I take. So, at 7:30 AM this Thanksgiving, I was at the starting line to run a while and earn my annual pig out dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked mostly.  My daughter is not in shape for a long run like that, but I did get her to run a bit.  Of course, we had it easy.  We could have been one of these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9o7XxqF6uA/Ts6jCM2lBKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yaIrDKLrJ18/s1600/Stud%2BFirefighters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9o7XxqF6uA/Ts6jCM2lBKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yaIrDKLrJ18/s400/Stud%2BFirefighters.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678655438365983906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's the local firefighters, all geared out to run for nearly four miles.  I'd surely not like carrying one of those tanks on my back for a run like that.  Firefighters are studs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-923828369230657120?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/923828369230657120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-trot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/923828369230657120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/923828369230657120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-trot.html' title='Turkey Trot'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9o7XxqF6uA/Ts6jCM2lBKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yaIrDKLrJ18/s72-c/Stud%2BFirefighters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8102881673125365492</id><published>2011-11-17T09:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:09:20.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One For Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88JUaDqZoyk/TsUxeqP8GnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6RKfnuhSlqY/s1600/DSCN3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88JUaDqZoyk/TsUxeqP8GnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6RKfnuhSlqY/s400/DSCN3067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675997308177357426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another beautiful dawn this morning on my way to workout, so I thought I'd snap a pic and post it here for those of you who are into those kinds of kinky things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8102881673125365492?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8102881673125365492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-one-for-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8102881673125365492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8102881673125365492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-one-for-ya.html' title='Another One For Ya'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88JUaDqZoyk/TsUxeqP8GnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6RKfnuhSlqY/s72-c/DSCN3067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1907868174385355910</id><published>2011-11-16T22:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:41:27.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twabble</title><content type='html'>Not that this counts as writing, since my goal is to get much more than 100 characters written per day, but I wrote my first twabble for the Drabblecast.  Who knows if Norm will use it or not.  But in case he doesn't, I'll share it with y'all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Though he'd never been a particularly hairy man, now that the ice age had returned, he regretted the laser hair removal.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, it required no editing.  I expected it to be way too long, but once I realized that spaces didn't count, I was golden.  Without editing, it was exactly 100 characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably be my last twabble as well, but you never know what inspiration might strike and when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1907868174385355910?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1907868174385355910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/twabble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1907868174385355910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1907868174385355910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/twabble.html' title='Twabble'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-6293249390828713040</id><published>2011-11-11T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:03:35.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Update</title><content type='html'>There's a reason I don't do NaNoWriMo each year.  Well, there's a few of them.  One is because I'm the lamest piece of crap there is.  But aside from that, November is not a good month for me.  Work always ramps up big time in November each year, and, conversely, my free time goes away.  This year is worse than most though, because one of my colleagues became a father the other day.  He is taking time off to be with his new baby, and we are now short-staffed on top of having more to do than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that makes me wonder why I chose November to be the start of my big "I'm going to write 500 words a day for the whole year" thing.  I guess I had to start sometime, but it seems like shooting myself in the foot to pick one of the busiest months of the year as my start month.  I should have given myself a chance to build up some steam and get some good habits before facing a challenge like this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done very well so far this month.  I've written 2,500 words of the 5,500 that I should have written so far.  I've got a lot to make up for.  On the plus side, I finally put a "THE END" on the story that I spent half of September writing called, "Sepia Tone Prison."  It's really long, a little north of 11,000, but it's done.  By the way, the offer is open to anyone who would like to read it (and offer constructive criticism if you'd like, though that's not necessary).  Just drop an email to editor at dunesteef dot com, and I'll send the story out to you.  I was going to post it on the blog, but some people said that it would be a bad idea, making it unsalable later on.  Of course, they haven't read the story, to know how unsalable it already is, but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've got a lot of work to do to catch up.  I think I have several double days to put in.  Hopefully, I can start with those tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rish and I have been talking about collaborating on a space opera story about an independent space trader ship and its crew.  We're still hashing out the details on how it will go, but we're both fairly excited about it.  We want to make it a very rich universe, leaving room for many adventures and multiple stories.  I suppose I can write a bunch of my words as the background and character bios for this tale.  (Or maybe these tales!)  Lots of world building to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I suppose I ought to get a story started that I could write on the days that it's Rish's turn to be writing on the space opera.  I started a story earlier this year, that I think I might dive into again.  It's a juvenile story (I think that's the category, right?  The one that comes before YA) about a young man whose computer spontaneously develops artificial intelligence.  I've started this story several times now.  Once it was an older guy as the main character, but that didn't seem to work.  So, I changed it to the younger kid, wrote for a while, and realized that I hadn't planned quite well enough.  I bailed on it again, but knew I'd return.  I think it might be time for that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing I needed to do was deeper, more in depth character bios.  After flubbing that second attempt, I went and studied how to develop good characters, and I made up a document with dozens of questions that should be answered about a character before starting a story.  That will surely give me enough work to write a bunch of words too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's going to be the adventures of the crew of the Cheshire Cat, and the third attempt at writing Prime.  Let's see if I can get caught back up to the spot I should be in: 5,500 words.  Sadly, that number keeps rising each day, unless of course, I make it smaller with the work I do each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-6293249390828713040?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/6293249390828713040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/writing-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6293249390828713040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6293249390828713040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/writing-update.html' title='Writing Update'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-6596325486415800840</id><published>2011-11-11T14:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:45:04.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Mobs Are Cool</title><content type='html'>This video cracks me up.  There's been several times when I've gone to Target wearing a dark red shirt and khakis and realized that I look exactly like the employees.  Imagine what it would be like with 80 people doing the same thing.  Check out what happened at Best Buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KgUIbPfhSuo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-6596325486415800840?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/6596325486415800840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/flash-mobs-are-cool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6596325486415800840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6596325486415800840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/flash-mobs-are-cool.html' title='Flash Mobs Are Cool'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KgUIbPfhSuo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-6494964516829720172</id><published>2011-11-11T12:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:11:21.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11 11-11-11</title><content type='html'>Got this picture a few minutes ago. I looked up, wondering how much time I had before I had to leave for work, and realized that the moment had arrived.  It was a mad scramble to get the camera before the minute changed, made worse by the fact that the reflection of the flash obliterated the first attempt.  But here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNtZxZ5TrdQ/Tr1yvPnC6zI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/pV0k5n2lXsQ/s1600/DSCN3066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNtZxZ5TrdQ/Tr1yvPnC6zI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/pV0k5n2lXsQ/s400/DSCN3066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673817261526412082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 11-11-11 everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-6494964516829720172?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/6494964516829720172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/1111-11-11-11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6494964516829720172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6494964516829720172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/1111-11-11-11.html' title='11:11 11-11-11'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNtZxZ5TrdQ/Tr1yvPnC6zI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/pV0k5n2lXsQ/s72-c/DSCN3066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3584690250169437174</id><published>2011-11-03T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:33:10.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>After my successes of August and September, and my colossal failure in October, then arriving at and leaving behind my 37th birthday, I figured it was time to kick it up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays always tend to do that kind of thing to me. Like TMBG say, "you're older than you've ever been, and now you're even older."  That's always true.  You're not getting any younger, and your life is not getting longer (unless science-fiction replaces actual science sometime soon).  So, if I want live my dreams, fulfill my goals, and fight off regrets, I'd better get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F#@* the 500 words a day for a month thing.  The minute that month ended, I stopped writing.  I wrote a total of 500 words in the entire month of October, because it wasn't my goal anymore.  F#@* it.  It's 500 words a day for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting November 1st, on which I wrote 322 words.  No, that wasn't 500, but I was in the world's worst mood that night, and couldn't make myself do more.  It hadn't worn off on the 2nd either.  I didn't even try.  Just spent the night watching soccer on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until this evening, when I forced myself to write, despite not feeling like it again, and found myself turning out 1,383 words, and enjoying every minute of it, that I finally got motivated.  I could probably have gone on further, but I gotta be up early to work out tomorrow, so I'm going to get some sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm off.  500 words a day for 365 days adds up to 182,500.  I'm betting on many days, like today, I'll get more than that.  But that will be my goal for the year.  And it should put me well along the way to my million words of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3584690250169437174?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3584690250169437174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3584690250169437174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3584690250169437174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1566593876895147980</id><published>2011-10-28T07:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:50:59.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn's Early Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGxxKpJGibI/TpMHs0vN_KI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tfRS-e2jswA/s1600/Dawn10Oct2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGxxKpJGibI/TpMHs0vN_KI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tfRS-e2jswA/s400/Dawn10Oct2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661877623187176610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, that is a picture of dawn.  And I was awake for it.  It was particularly pretty, so I took a picture of it.  I'm not really a morning person, so it makes me proud that I manage to get up before dawn several days a week to work out.  I know most people get up before dawn once winter comes around, and Rish is the only person who will be really freaked out by a photo of dawn, but I couldn't help posting about it.  Rish has probably seen dawn from the other end of the day more often than most people do, though, so I guess he's got that on all us poor saps who get up early in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1566593876895147980?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1566593876895147980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/dawns-early-light.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1566593876895147980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1566593876895147980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/dawns-early-light.html' title='Dawn&apos;s Early Light'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGxxKpJGibI/TpMHs0vN_KI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tfRS-e2jswA/s72-c/Dawn10Oct2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1884433860092810304</id><published>2011-10-27T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:41:03.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Version</title><content type='html'>Another version, because I can't get the song out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZnT5JkGydVY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1884433860092810304?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1884433860092810304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1884433860092810304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1884433860092810304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-version.html' title='Another Version'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZnT5JkGydVY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2705105832606535561</id><published>2011-10-26T16:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:48:53.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>This song comes to mind every year at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TdIRrmNN_CQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so very true, as depressing as it is, it's all true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2705105832606535561?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2705105832606535561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/october.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2705105832606535561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2705105832606535561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TdIRrmNN_CQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5759817969965067710</id><published>2011-10-20T16:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:07:42.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>My last post on here was all about my super new goal that I was going to do in the month of October.  I said I'd take a day or two off, and get right on it.  That day or two stretched into almost three weeks.  Today is the 20th, and I've done nothing this entire friggin' month.  Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed with how easy it is to blow it.  It was such a big time effort for me to write 500 words for a whole month, but it took no effort at all to let that progress piss away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no sense bemoaning the past.  I've just got to look forward, and get back on the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I wrote 681 new words on my story, "Sepia Tone Prison."  It's coming very close to a finish.  I've only got two scenes left to write, but they'll probably be worth 2,000 more words, making this story over 10,000 words long.  Too long for most places, but oh well.  It was the story I wanted to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write again tomorrow as well, and see if I can't get this story done soon.  As soon as I finish it, I'll get a story submitted somewhere, then start writing another one.  I've learned that it's go go go.  If you take your foot off the pedal, the engine stalls.  What a crappy car I've got, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5759817969965067710?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5759817969965067710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/failure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5759817969965067710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5759817969965067710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-7433235250404435866</id><published>2011-10-04T07:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:40:00.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Challenge For October</title><content type='html'>I took the weekend off, and now it's time to start into the new challenge for the new month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For an author, the biggest danger isn’t that someone might not like your work–-it’s that they might never encounter it at all. &lt;/blockquote&gt;That is a quote from &lt;a href="http://www.inkpunks.com/2011/09/16/dont-self-reject/"&gt;this blog post&lt;/a&gt; that I read a few weeks ago.  There were many other interesting things to learn from it.  They asked several editors to tell people why they needed to stop rejecting their stories before they even get sent out to an editor.  I know that I'm guilty of this.  I've sent a couple of stories out, but barely any.  I've whined on the show about how it's hard to take rejection, but the only real rejection I get is from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in October, I have a new challenge for myself.  That is to take all the stories that I have written in the last few years, and submit them to publications.  And, in the spirit of not rejecting myself, I'm going to start with the highest profile publications and work my way down from there.  I'll probably submit several of Rish's stories as well, once I've burned through all of mine.  Because, really, it won't take long. I don't have that many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tune in here each day, my friends, and follow my progress, if you'd like.  I'll report which of my stories was sent to which place, and then, eventually, I'll let you know what happened with it.  You can all join me in the fun of butting my head against the wall until I finally bust through the bricks to see what is on the other side of that wall.  I've heard the grass is really green over there.  No, I mean, like, a lot greener than it is over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do my best to continue to write 500 words a day as well.  And, if I can manage, I may even up it to 750 or perhaps 1,000.  But while I'm sending out stories, I'll stick with 500.  Won't take but a week or so to get them all out.  Looking at my stories folder, I have this list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Battle Of The Ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last Contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Mirror Sometimes Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sepia Tone Prison&lt;/span&gt; (nearly finished, not quite)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Through The Din Of Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Queen Bea&lt;/span&gt; (which I suppose has to be a reprint since we published it for BMSE 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Tenth Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Little Caesars Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Straw and Sawdust&lt;/span&gt; (Another BMSE, 2009 this time, maybe I'll rework this one before sending it out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Euthanasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a couple of other reprints or some really old stories.  Although, I don't know if I want to go as far back as 2002 in search of stories to submit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-7433235250404435866?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/7433235250404435866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-new-challenge-for-october.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7433235250404435866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7433235250404435866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-new-challenge-for-october.html' title='My New Challenge For October'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8374001641844178271</id><published>2011-10-01T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:27:32.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Annual Flower Post</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to the front yard and pulled the dried out stalks of our sunflowers, and threw them away.  Summer's over, school's been back for more than a month, and it's starting to get cold at night (still warm during the days, but that won't last long).  Seems as though I've waited a little too long to write my annual post with the pictures that I took of our flowers from our garden.  So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, with my wife and I both working full-time, we weren't able to get many flowers planted.  Nature had to do most of the work for us.  We have a few perennials in the yard, and they bloomed beautifully.  Then there were the sunflowers.  They reseed themselves for us.  They didn't grow where we wanted them to, but they made up the majority of our flowers for the year, so we just let them grow and flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpL52Gt12qA/ToeVEvIHCZI/AAAAAAAACSk/_oICzpZMiac/s1600/Sunflowers26Aug2011%252806%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpL52Gt12qA/ToeVEvIHCZI/AAAAAAAACSk/_oICzpZMiac/s400/Sunflowers26Aug2011%252806%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655365416814994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HX5Fv5F_7zw/ToeVEreyrqI/AAAAAAAACSc/LwP3AJGzZ28/s1600/Sunflowers26Aug2011%252803%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HX5Fv5F_7zw/ToeVEreyrqI/AAAAAAAACSc/LwP3AJGzZ28/s400/Sunflowers26Aug2011%252803%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655364438208162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably tell, I really like the red ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljJ2OOfoR7E/ToeVEHJQ8II/AAAAAAAACSM/hDm3bA_uMYQ/s1600/Sunflower20Aug2011%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljJ2OOfoR7E/ToeVEHJQ8II/AAAAAAAACSM/hDm3bA_uMYQ/s400/Sunflower20Aug2011%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655354684240002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YdkvERyQGU/ToeVETXKjEI/AAAAAAAACSU/z9NFaDeIJU8/s1600/Sunflowers26Aug2011%252802%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YdkvERyQGU/ToeVETXKjEI/AAAAAAAACSU/z9NFaDeIJU8/s400/Sunflowers26Aug2011%252802%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655357963766850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my other favorite, the really big-headed ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRYvYwPY_eE/ToeVD3gEuoI/AAAAAAAACSE/SzKx3AvA7Sw/s1600/Sunflower17Aug2011%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRYvYwPY_eE/ToeVD3gEuoI/AAAAAAAACSE/SzKx3AvA7Sw/s400/Sunflower17Aug2011%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658655350484941442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the heads off of several of my favorite sunflowers, and scraped the seeds from them out into the spot where we want the sunflowers to grow next year.  We'll see if the birds got them all before they could take root or not.  Hopefully we'll have tons of sunflowers again next year, and they'll be mostly my favorite kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ds2q1hWoPiU/ToeXBIcGGQI/AAAAAAAACTE/vo-r4IziTNM/s1600/Lilies15Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ds2q1hWoPiU/ToeXBIcGGQI/AAAAAAAACTE/vo-r4IziTNM/s400/Lilies15Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658657502515304706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lilies are a few of our perennials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fj0p2bl7dAs/ToeXAkuGExI/AAAAAAAACS0/TWGg8ANPctI/s1600/Clemantis15Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fj0p2bl7dAs/ToeXAkuGExI/AAAAAAAACS0/TWGg8ANPctI/s400/Clemantis15Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658657492927124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perennial is our clematis bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIYUN06-O9A/ToeXAzvj17I/AAAAAAAACS8/prKYOyoGNzk/s1600/Clemantis15Jul2011%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIYUN06-O9A/ToeXAzvj17I/AAAAAAAACS8/prKYOyoGNzk/s400/Clemantis15Jul2011%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658657496959801266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really bloomed well, and made some beautiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it creeped its way over the trellis that my wife put out for it, and a few vines found their way to our bedroom window.  I thought that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NduH3eQzIco/ToeXAeTTEQI/AAAAAAAACSs/np_rSaKv3Ac/s1600/Clemantis05Aug2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NduH3eQzIco/ToeXAeTTEQI/AAAAAAAACSs/np_rSaKv3Ac/s400/Clemantis05Aug2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658657491204116738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, is our trumpet vine, which has grown quite large this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFIZiMNXWkI/ToeYy2oMXkI/AAAAAAAACTU/q8FyTrI6VFA/s1600/TrumpetVine01Oct2011%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFIZiMNXWkI/ToeYy2oMXkI/AAAAAAAACTU/q8FyTrI6VFA/s400/TrumpetVine01Oct2011%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658659456239296066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It provided us with no end of fun, because of the hummingbirds that would come to visit and drink from its nectar each day.  We tried to get some pictures of the birds, but that never worked well.  (I posted those earlier this year if you want to see crappy pictures of hummingbirds, just scroll back a few pages, too lazy to find and link).  Here are pictures of the flowers themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUhKF8EoY_0/ToeYypbt70I/AAAAAAAACTM/Iaa-ZMbsDDo/s1600/TrumpetVine01Oct2011%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUhKF8EoY_0/ToeYypbt70I/AAAAAAAACTM/Iaa-ZMbsDDo/s400/TrumpetVine01Oct2011%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658659452697308994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8374001641844178271?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8374001641844178271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-annual-flower-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8374001641844178271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8374001641844178271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-annual-flower-post.html' title='My Annual Flower Post'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpL52Gt12qA/ToeVEvIHCZI/AAAAAAAACSk/_oICzpZMiac/s72-c/Sunflowers26Aug2011%252806%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-697366098989049224</id><published>2011-10-01T00:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:18:51.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29 &amp; 30</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I wrote 536 words.  Today, 629.  And that's that.  I win.  500 words a day challenge for one whole month is over, and I win.  Sure, I had to fudge it a little here and there.  Making up for days when I'd blown it.  But I wrote at least 500 words for every day in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote one full story, and I'm getting really close to finishing the second, which is long enough to count as a novella.  I think I'm only three or four scenes from the end.  If anyone would like to read them, let me know, and I'll email them to you.  Just ask, the email address to ask me at is editor at dunesteef dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep on with this.  But I have a new challenge planned for October.  I'll let you know about it tomorrow.  For now, I've got to get to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-697366098989049224?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/697366098989049224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-29-30.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/697366098989049224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/697366098989049224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-29-30.html' title='Day 29 &amp; 30'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5490938184765452160</id><published>2011-09-28T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:20:14.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27 &amp; 28</title><content type='html'>Totally slacked off again, and found myself needing to write 1,000 words to make up for the missed day.  I managed, getting 1,126, but I need to stop with the slacking.  I only have two days left here, and I am going to make sure that I write 500 on each of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5490938184765452160?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5490938184765452160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-27-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5490938184765452160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5490938184765452160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-27-28.html' title='Day 27 &amp; 28'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-9140878981528864599</id><published>2011-09-26T13:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:19:04.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 &amp; 26</title><content type='html'>Boom, baby!  This afternoon, I wrote 1,073 words.  That was 500 for today, and 500 to make up for my laziness from yesterday.  While I actually wrote 1,700 words yesterday, they were catching up on my family blogs and stuff like that, things that I've let slide all month long.  Then when it came time to write on my story, I didn't feel like it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm caught back up, and it's not even 2:00 o'clock yet.  That may be a record.  I wonder if I'll be able to finish "Sepia Tone Prison" before October starts.  Well, if I don't, it doesn't matter, because I'm going to keep on writing either way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-9140878981528864599?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/9140878981528864599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-25-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9140878981528864599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9140878981528864599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-25-26.html' title='Day 25 &amp; 26'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8283969223062651010</id><published>2011-09-25T01:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T01:56:03.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 &amp; 24</title><content type='html'>Okay, I wrote 1,426 words tonight.  That's not quite the 1,500 that I was shooting for, but I'm going to say it's close enough and declare myself caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one scene shy of the turning point in my story, which is looking as though it'll end up being a novelette, since it's already upwards of 4,000 words and not quite halfway done.  Ah well.  I never have been able to tell a short story.  maybe I'll make that my goal with the next thing that I write.  Or maybe I should just go all out and write a novel.  Maybe that's what I should be doing here.  I don't know.  Anyway, I'm back on track.  Tomorrow, I'll get my 500 in on time, so I don't have to do any of this crap again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8283969223062651010?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8283969223062651010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-23-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8283969223062651010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8283969223062651010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-23-24.html' title='Day 23 &amp; 24'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3739078633069352057</id><published>2011-09-24T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:56:02.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, it's not the 22nd.  But I'm just finally getting around to getting my 500 words written for that day.  This week has been hellish.  A lot of stress at work, working a different (crappier) schedule, and have found it nigh on impossible to carve out the time for any writing.  So here I am, with three days worth to catch up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's late, and I really ought to get to bed, but I think I'll see if I can write a bit more.  So far, I've written 500 of the 1,500 words that I owe today.  I'd like to cut that down a bit more.  Maybe combining today and tomorrow, I can get all the backlog filled in.  Unfortunately, I work tomorrow as well.  Yes, boys and girls, I get a fabulous one day weekend this week.  I could really use the day off, but someone else is on vacation, so I'm filling in instead.  I just hope it's a quiet day at work for once.  No more stress.  My shoulders are so damned clenched I can barely stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done with the whining.  Upward and onward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3739078633069352057?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3739078633069352057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3739078633069352057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3739078633069352057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3340032768711223809</id><published>2011-09-22T19:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:51:07.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Done Them Yet Today, But I Will...</title><content type='html'>...Why?  Well, I found a quote in an &lt;a href="http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&amp;id=34527"&gt;article by comic book writer, Ron Marz&lt;/a&gt;, talking about what a writer must deal with that kind of explains it, and gives me encouragement.  He said that you are "a better writer today than [you are] yesterday," and you "will be a better writer tomorrow than [you are] today."  But of course that will only happen if you are working on it, you know like by writing 500 words a day or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's off to write 500 more.  Like the Proclaimers said, "I would write 500 words, and I would write 500 more..." or maybe that's not quite what they said, but it's close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3340032768711223809?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3340032768711223809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/havent-done-them-yet-today-but-i-will.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3340032768711223809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3340032768711223809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/havent-done-them-yet-today-but-i-will.html' title='Haven&apos;t Done Them Yet Today, But I Will...'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-274386885644857340</id><published>2011-09-21T22:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:04:48.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!  Managed to get all the way caught up and then some.  Wrote 1,317 words today, and I'll have a clean slate to start with tomorrow.  Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-274386885644857340?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/274386885644857340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/274386885644857340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/274386885644857340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2686210474724070913</id><published>2011-09-21T10:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:18:38.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh, I Got A Better Picture</title><content type='html'>It's still a little fuzzy, because it was taken through the window screen, but this time the bird was on a flower that was much closer, with less other things around to steal the focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9B0WIYBIhPc/TnoOIEL3TUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NN05Ihj1U5c/s1600/Bird3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9B0WIYBIhPc/TnoOIEL3TUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NN05Ihj1U5c/s400/Bird3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654847813842324802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I did manage to get some of my words written too.  Still have to catch up for yesterday, but I'm already 450 into the 1,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2686210474724070913?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2686210474724070913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/oooh-i-got-better-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2686210474724070913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2686210474724070913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/oooh-i-got-better-picture.html' title='Oooh, I Got A Better Picture'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9B0WIYBIhPc/TnoOIEL3TUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NN05Ihj1U5c/s72-c/Bird3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2312631845185252713</id><published>2011-09-21T09:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:34:12.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to write my words for today...and yesterday, and right outside my window there are several birds fighting over the seeds in what's left of our sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dveRVa7Gnc0/TnoDZ5R1tNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gZ16Bysp7AY/s1600/Bird1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dveRVa7Gnc0/TnoDZ5R1tNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gZ16Bysp7AY/s400/Bird1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654836025524335826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool to see them hang upside down from the flowers while they peck out the seeds.  I tried to get some good pictures of it, but my camera's zoom lens is not really made for wildlife photography.  Can't even manage to get the birds in focus rather than the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwFPbDzIrI0/TnoDaBMcvXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/g8FBJiUb7dU/s1600/Bird2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwFPbDzIrI0/TnoDaBMcvXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/g8FBJiUb7dU/s400/Bird2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654836027649211762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to stop paying attention to that, and get writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2312631845185252713?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2312631845185252713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/distractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2312631845185252713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2312631845185252713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dveRVa7Gnc0/TnoDZ5R1tNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gZ16Bysp7AY/s72-c/Bird1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8689105037346486893</id><published>2011-09-21T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:04:29.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 &amp; 20</title><content type='html'>The 19th was a bad day for writing.  I never got a moment to put any words down.  I went straight from work to meet Rish, and we recorded our stuff all night long for the show.  By then it was around 3:00 am, so I gave up and went to bed.  I figured I'd write 1,000 words the next day, like I've done a few other times so far, to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, on the 20th, I only managed to write 575 words.  I guess that means I need to write 1,000 words today, to make up for my lack from yesterday.  We'll see how that works, I guess.  Here it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8689105037346486893?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8689105037346486893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8689105037346486893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8689105037346486893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19-20.html' title='Day 19 &amp; 20'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-6732987132270333808</id><published>2011-09-18T23:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:29:51.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>Oh, I came this close (imagine something that is very close) to just saying screw it, and going to bed.  I was damned tired, but I hadn't written my words yet.  So, I dragged my lazy carcass to the computador, and typed out 704 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I fulfilled my obligation, though, I'm hitting the sack.  Good night, everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-6732987132270333808?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/6732987132270333808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6732987132270333808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6732987132270333808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8913465555242024341</id><published>2011-09-17T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:48:42.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>Always with the last minute.  I need to learn to write in the morning or something.  That would surely make it easier, I'd think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wrote 584 words today, finishing off scene two.  Things are coming along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8913465555242024341?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8913465555242024341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8913465555242024341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8913465555242024341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-4440884024385609537</id><published>2011-09-16T22:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:38:59.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>629 word into my new story, "Sepia Tone Prison."  It's a ghost story, but not a scary ghost story, or at least not a completely scary ghost story.  There is a little bit of haunting that does go on, but that's for another day.  Today, I wrote the opening scene.  We're on our way, and I think it's going to be a fun ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might get two stories completely written before the month is out.  That may well be a record.  Goooooooo me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-4440884024385609537?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/4440884024385609537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4440884024385609537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4440884024385609537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5598588726145713270</id><published>2011-09-15T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:12:18.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 &amp; 15</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was moments from sleep, when suddenly my eyes popped open in alarm.  I'd just realized that I'd forgotten to write my 500 words.  Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as important as my goal is, I was moments from sleep, and I was going to go ahead and stay in bed.  I could make up for it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did.  I did my writing for both days today, working on the characters for my next story, "Sepia Tone Prison."  I'm excited, because I think I'm ready to get started now.  I know enough about my characters, and the plot that they will follow, to start writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, I will start into the actual words of the story.  That's the fun part, so, I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5598588726145713270?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5598588726145713270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-14-15.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5598588726145713270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5598588726145713270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-14-15.html' title='Day 14 &amp; 15'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-7140379556653863033</id><published>2011-09-13T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:42:31.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>I posted the new episode, then sat down to write.  It flowed much better than it has for the last two days.  Work on the new story started as a trickle on Sunday, grew on Monday, and now, Tuesday, it is like someone turned the hose on full blast.  I wrote 762 words on the step outline this evening, and had a great time doing it.  I want to put in some more work on the character outlines still for the next couple days, to make sure all the characters are interesting enough to care about, and then it'll be time to write for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is work, especially on days that the words won't come easy.  But on those days when it flows like magic from your fingertips, it's just so damn fun.  I just wish every day were one of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-7140379556653863033?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/7140379556653863033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7140379556653863033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7140379556653863033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3897845028167317566</id><published>2011-09-12T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:01:01.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 &amp; 12</title><content type='html'>Working on my new story now, but still just the planning stages so far.  As I work on the character bios, though, the ideas are starting to flow, and I'm starting to see how this story might come about.  I'm a little worried about how well I can write it, because the characters are, although living in the modern world, old fashioned or out of time even.  I'm wondering how believable I can make that.  I may have to rent a bunch of old movies or something and watch them to try to pick up some speech patterns and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really good idea, I think, I just hope I can execute it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still on goal, after 12 days.  Last night, I almost said screw it.  I had a bad sinus headache, and I was just going to put off my writing till the next day, doubling up and writing 1,000 words.  But I just didn't feel right doing that purposefully.  So, I stayed up, suffered through, and I'm still on goal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it becoming a habit?  Maybe.  Just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3897845028167317566?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3897845028167317566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-11-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3897845028167317566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3897845028167317566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-11-12.html' title='Day 11 &amp; 12'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1484086159647273271</id><published>2011-09-10T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:19:41.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>Waited till late again, which is stupid, but I still managed to type 505 words, two of them being the words THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to start something new tomorrow, which daunts me, but I'm going to plunge ahead anyway.  Tomorrow's words may only be character backgrounds and stuff, but they count too.  My next story, I think, will be called "Sepia Tone Prison" or maybe "Sepia Tone Prison Break."  That second one just came to me, and it might be better than the first.  I'll have to see as the story is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that one will be better than the one I just wrote.  I'm proud of myself for finishing it, but it doesn't feel very original or special to me.  But maybe that's just me being too harsh a critic of my own work.  If you'd like to read it and give me comments on it, send me an email at editor at dunesteef dot com, and I'll forward it out to you.  I'd like to see if other folks think the same of it that I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1484086159647273271?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1484086159647273271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1484086159647273271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1484086159647273271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1149070460866738978</id><published>2011-09-10T12:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:25:41.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second 5K Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXnRPAPfKAw/TmupaOMvOLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/MyKnxvVAWDI/s1600/Finish%2BLine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXnRPAPfKAw/TmupaOMvOLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/MyKnxvVAWDI/s400/Finish%2BLine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650796425419634866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my first 5k back on May 21st.  At the time, my goal was simply to finish the race, and I did.  I was proud of myself for getting that far.  I had just started working out consistently with my crossfit trainer in May as well, so I was on a good trajectory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after a whole summer of crossfit, I decided it was time to try another 5k.  I was pretty worried, because I'd just bought some new running shoes, and they were giving me really painful shin splints when I ran.  I didn't know what might happen at this 5k.  I was worried that I might have to walk half of it, once my shin splints started hurting too much, but I was going to go for it one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanted, my goal this time around, was to beat my time from my first 5k.  Last time, I ran it in 40:48.  Anything less than that would be an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here to tell you that I again achieved my goal.  My final time for this race was 32:36, a full eight minutes less than last time.  I feel pretty good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, my shin splints never bothered me for even a moment.  I wore some long socks that I bought the night before.  I don't know if that was what did it, or just the resting of my legs previous to the race, or what, but I did just great.  No pain at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't run another race until after winter passes us by again.  We'll have to see how I can improve by then.  Excelsior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1149070460866738978?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1149070460866738978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-second-5k-race.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1149070460866738978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1149070460866738978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-second-5k-race.html' title='My Second 5K Race'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXnRPAPfKAw/TmupaOMvOLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/MyKnxvVAWDI/s72-c/Finish%2BLine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8449222804688789911</id><published>2011-09-09T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:55:55.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>I was so worn out from podcasting until 3:00 am with Rish last night, that I wanted to just throw in the towel and skip my writing tonight.  But I didn't.  I forged onward, and managed to put in another 602 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, though, it's time to get some friggin' rest.  I'm supposed to run a 5k in the morning after all.  I might need a bit of rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8449222804688789911?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8449222804688789911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8449222804688789911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8449222804688789911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-4629273057189989977</id><published>2011-09-08T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:44:45.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting there on the couch, relaxing and watching the first NFL game of the season on TV, when I suddenly realize that I am running out of time to write my 500 words.  Rish and I had been unable to get together for our normal Monday night podcast session, so we'd rescheduled it to this evening.  The clock is telling me that I am supposed to be meeting him in about a half hour.  Crap!  Can I even get 500 words written that quick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dash to the computer, put in headphones to drown out the cartoon that the kids have now changed the channel to, and start pecking away at the keyboard.  30 minutes later, I've succeeded in typing 557 words.  Sure it was just, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," over and over again, but I'd done it.  I'd hit my 500 words for the eighth day in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was likely going to be fifteen minutes late meeting Rish, but I was willing to bet that he'd be less angry with me for that than he would be if I told him I'd left my words unwritten to make it to our meeting on time.  So, I was not worried at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-4629273057189989977?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/4629273057189989977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4629273057189989977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4629273057189989977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1434047858652514739</id><published>2011-09-07T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:25:50.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've done this for a whole week now, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another busy one.  We had free tickets to the minor league baseball team's game this evening, so straight from work, I took my kids out to see it.  Which, of course, means I didn't get home until late again, but it didn't matter.  It's starting to become a habit.  Hopefully, there won't be another day where I just completely forget it like I did on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down to the computer, after the baseball game, and wrote another 696 words on my story.  It's a fantasy story called "The Mirror Sometimes Lies," and I'm nearing the end of it.  Which is good, because it now runs 4,230 words, and it seems that nobody wants stories that are even that long anymore, and this one isn't quite done yet.  It'll probably be a bit over 5,000 when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to start planning what I'll write next, because that's always the hardest part, starting the next one, and if I want to continue achieving my goal, I'll need to be ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1434047858652514739?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1434047858652514739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1434047858652514739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1434047858652514739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-936161011140781004</id><published>2011-09-06T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:25:59.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Does it have to be hard every time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, work was much too busy for me to squeak even a moment's writing in.  So, I figured I'd put in the time in the evening when I got home.  I went out to my crossfit workout, and my trainer writes on the board that we will be doing 3 sets of 33 goblet squats, 33 push ups, and 33 abmats.  The goblet squats and the abmats aren't too bad.  Those are things I can handle, but push ups...99 push ups would be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're tough.  By the end of the workout, my arms and chest were so tired, I could barely move.  Now it was time to go home and write.  Did I want to?  I sure as hell didn't.  I wanted to go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd made the commitment.  So, instead of sleeping, I wrote 543 words.  Just enough to fill my quota, and now I'm going to hit the freakin' sack.  My shoulders are killing me typing this post right now.  Aaaarrrgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-936161011140781004?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/936161011140781004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/936161011140781004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/936161011140781004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-613266547192271105</id><published>2011-09-05T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:44:42.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4...and, uh...Day 5</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how I totally blew it like I did, but I did.  I was supposed to work the early morning shift on Monday morning, starting at 4am, in place of someone who took Labor Day off.  So, when 9pm rolled around Sunday night, I figured I'd better get in bed.  Hopefully, I could get a full night's rest that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 3am, and got ready for work and realized, on my way out the door to the car, that I never wrote a word on Sunday.  I'd just gone to bed, and it had never occurred to me that I was totally blowing it.  I could have been a real writer, and I bleeeeeeeewwwwww it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I vowed to write 1,000 words today to make up for the day that I skipped.  I got right to it the minute that I had my first chance, and I'm here to report that this morning I wrote 1,017 words.  I redeemed myself for yesterday, and wrote my 500 for today, and it's only 9am.  How you like me now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-613266547192271105?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/613266547192271105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4and-uhday-5.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/613266547192271105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/613266547192271105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4and-uhday-5.html' title='Day 4...and, uh...Day 5'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-9097217615209973731</id><published>2011-09-03T23:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:51:07.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Had a lot of stuff going on today, so I was up late finishing my wordcount again.  Not as bad as last night, but I guess I haven't completely learned my lesson.  I could have done it sometime in the morning, but instead, I waited to the last minute again.  Sooner or later that will bite me, and I won't manage to complete my 500 words in time.  But for now, I continue to be successful.  I wrote 533 words today, and I'm having a good time doing it.  Weeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-9097217615209973731?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/9097217615209973731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9097217615209973731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9097217615209973731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3237646100046782228</id><published>2011-09-03T02:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T02:26:45.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's really late, but I stayed up, because I had to write my 500 words before going to bed, right?  I just finished typing up another 633 words on the story that I started yesterday.  It's called "The Mirror Sometimes Lies."  I've been telling Rish that I was going to write it for 6 months, and I hope that I'll actually succeed.  Writing 500 words a day on it should finish it up in a week or so.  I just got to keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned an important lesson tonight, though.  Get the writing done early, when you have a moment.  That way, it won't be after 2:00 AM when you're eyes are drooping, and you hate everyone and everything when you finally type you 500th word.  I don't think I'll save it for last again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the streak is still alive.  Two days and counting.  I won't stop until I reach 30, and by then, I hope it'll be a habit, so I never stop again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3237646100046782228?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3237646100046782228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3237646100046782228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3237646100046782228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-25206910724666558</id><published>2011-09-01T18:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:03:22.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Okay, one day in, and I've written 784 words.  I may still write more this evening, if I have time, but it's not likely, so I'm putting in my report now.  Success for day one.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-25206910724666558?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/25206910724666558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/25206910724666558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/25206910724666558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8292288992662246802</id><published>2011-09-01T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:26:40.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>We've got this trumpet vine outside our back door.  It has lots deep, bell shaped flowers on it.  The perfect shape for, say, a small bird with a long, narrow beak to get nectar from.  So, it attracts a lot of hummingbirds.  I've been hoping to get a picture of one of them all summer, but they're so quick, and they dart about so fast that it's almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, however, my wife had the camera nearby when two hummingbirds came to the trumpet vine at the same time.  It was the perfect condition for picture taking.  The pictures still suck, unfortunately, but they're likely to be the best ones that we can get.  So, I share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to crop the images considerably, or you'd probably not have even noticed the bird in the picture each time.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73gjFz2zzGs/Tl-jnLHuYlI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pBBbQGvhqLI/s1600/Hummingbird1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73gjFz2zzGs/Tl-jnLHuYlI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pBBbQGvhqLI/s400/Hummingbird1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412351141306962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mx8uF1Aoc8/Tl-jnN4k2NI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0BDNH_IXMVQ/s1600/Hummingbird2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mx8uF1Aoc8/Tl-jnN4k2NI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0BDNH_IXMVQ/s400/Hummingbird2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412351883073746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3g9DMhRbrg4/Tl-jm6XtuJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vfwb-dwxSko/s1600/Hummingbird3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3g9DMhRbrg4/Tl-jm6XtuJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vfwb-dwxSko/s400/Hummingbird3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412346644969618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylDFGqBhR3I/Tl-jmnAKxuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nv0Z1jNecZE/s1600/Hummingbird4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylDFGqBhR3I/Tl-jmnAKxuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nv0Z1jNecZE/s400/Hummingbird4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412341445936866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcHVG20ljvU/Tl-jmnetHnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CcL5qoGroLc/s1600/Hummingbird5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OcHVG20ljvU/Tl-jmnetHnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CcL5qoGroLc/s400/Hummingbird5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647412341574016626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8292288992662246802?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8292288992662246802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/hummingbird.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8292288992662246802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8292288992662246802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/09/hummingbird.html' title='Hummingbird'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73gjFz2zzGs/Tl-jnLHuYlI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pBBbQGvhqLI/s72-c/Hummingbird1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5502385727187818301</id><published>2011-08-31T19:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:28:56.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success And A New Challenge</title><content type='html'>This month, at the behest of the woman that trains me in Crossfit, I took part in a food challenge.  It was a diet of sorts that asked me to eschew dairy, carbohydrates, and especially sugar.  On the other hand, it encouraged eating a great deal of vegetables, some fruits and nuts and the like, and allowed for a main course of lean meat in each meal.  It was to be a 30 day deal.  We started on August 1st, and finished up yesterday.  It was really hard to do sometimes, and I'll admit, I cheated here and there, but my cheats were small and scattered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my little cheats, I still consider the month a success.  I'm down 15 pounds from what I weighed at the start of the month, a fact that has spurred me to continue, in a limited manner, the same eating habits for a while longer.  I think I will keep eating this way until I reach the weight that I'd like to stay at forever. Who knows how long that will be.  If I lost 15 pounds a month, it wouldn't be long, but I doubt I'd be able to keep up a pace like that, especially since I don't plan on being quite as draconian as I have been this month.  I'll give myself an allowance of cheating, and stick to that.  I hope it will prevent burnout, because I really don't want to have to lose these same 15 pounds another time.  I've done that a couple of times already, and that just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energized by my ability to avoid sugar for so long, I considered other areas of my life, and how I might apply this new found will to them.  As I've said on the show dozens of times, I want to be a writer, but I don't write.  I'll never be a writer if I don't write.  So, if I want to be a writer, I need to start writing.  So, I've decided that, like August was with the food challenge, September will be the month of the writing challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will it work?  I am pledging to write at least 500 words per day for the 30 days of September.  Every day, without fail, I must write 500 words.  And, hopefully, if I get in the groove enough, I may continue on to 750 or 1,000 words.  But the requirement will be for 500 words.  In 30 days, I will have written at least 15,000 words, and I hope it will work like the food challenge did.  Hopefully I'll see how great it was and how well it went, and I will continue on from there, making a positive change in my life, and turning the trajectory of my writing in the direction of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after completing my writing each day, I'll post my wordcount for the day.  Feel free to keep on my back about it.  Comment.  Urge.  Cajole.  My trainer keeps me going in the exercising world doing the same things; I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to have a writing trainer or two.  And a preemptive thank you to anyone who does so.  Upward and onward.  Exelsior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5502385727187818301?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5502385727187818301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/success-and-new-challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5502385727187818301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5502385727187818301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/success-and-new-challenge.html' title='Success And A New Challenge'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-4760548174816450115</id><published>2011-08-24T11:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:33:07.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost My Mojo!</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school, I had probably three favorite bands: Metallica, Van Halen, and Anthrax.  (Okay, don't change the channel, I swear I'll make this post interesting to you folks who didn't like any of those three bands, just give me a chance).  When alternative bands came into prominence, all three of these bands imploded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica was first, they sold out.  They brought in Bob Rock, a producer who had worked with bands like Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, and Motley Crue.  Suddenly there were ballads on Metallica albums, and the band was getting major airplay with rock-not-metal songs like "Enter Sandman." Most of you reading this probably had never heard a Metallica song previous to that, but those of us who liked Metallica already, have never heard a new Metallica song since then.  As time went by, Metallica became more and more mainstream, and less and less special.  In recent years, they've struggled to return to their early sound, but have been unable to recapture their mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthrax was next.  They recognized the coming trend, and despite several years of increasing popularity that would one day lead to their band being considered one of the "Big 4" heavy metal bands, they fired their lead singer Joey Belladonna in favor of some guy with a deeper voice that might sound less like a hair band singer.  I listened to their first album with the new guy, and found that I no longer needed to purchase Anthrax albums any more, and I haven't heard another new song of theirs since then.  Their mojo was lost quite completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Van Halen.  Some might say they'd already lost their mojo before I ever made it to high school.  David Lee Roth was their original singer, and he left the band in 1985 to pursue a solo career.  The band replaced him with Sammy Hagar.  This gave them a completely different sound, but it proved to be popular, and they still turned in number one albums and filled arenas for years.  Personally, I like both versions of the band.  Each one has their positives and negatives.  But they couldn't keep it together.  Just like with Roth, Hagar left the band after a fight.  Hagar claims he was fired, the band claims he quit.  It only got worse, as they tried to reunite with Roth, then instead installed Gary Cherone, ex-singer of the band Extreme.  Then they got back with Hagar.  Then they got rid of Hagar and got back with Roth.  It's a sad story, and these days there are two bands out there, one called Van Halen with the Van Halen brothers and Roth.  The other called Chickenfoot that includes Hagar and the old Van Halen bassist and background vocalist Michael Anthony.  Mojo is thoroughly gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway.  Today I discovered by chance on the interwebs that Anthrax has brought Joey Belladonna back in as their singer, and they are a few weeks away from releasing the first album with him as their singer since 1990.  You can hear the first song off the album &lt;a href="http://rockitoutblog.com/2011/06/24/download-anthrax-fight-em-til-you-cant/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, it sure sounds a lot like their old stuff.  I suppose the band is trying to get their mojo back.  Who knows if they'll succeed.  I'm kind of excited about it though. I'll certainly check it out, and see if I can call one of my teenage favorites back for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to the question.  Are there any bands you can think of that have simply weathered the storm of the years and never fallen apart and lost their mojo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only band that comes to mind for me is U2.  Although some might say they lost their mojo in the nineties after they did their album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Achtung Baby&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zooropa &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pop &lt;/span&gt;seemed to take the band in a direction that people didn't care to hear.  They managed to return to their roots successfully with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All That You Can't Leave Behind&lt;/span&gt;, and haven't seemed to lose it since, so you could make an argument for them.  I can't think of any others, but I'm sure there's bands that you, dear reader, like and could support a claim for them never losing their mojo.  Lay it on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-4760548174816450115?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/4760548174816450115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-lost-my-mojo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4760548174816450115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4760548174816450115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-lost-my-mojo.html' title='I Lost My Mojo!'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-9127173914633969385</id><published>2011-08-22T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T16:26:00.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's 5K</title><content type='html'>That's right.  I just signed up last night.  I finally graduated to the men's 5k this time.  Or, maybe I should say that this time around the website got it right, and there was a men's 5K option as well as a women's 5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to give it another shot.  Last time around, it took me 40 minutes and some odd seconds to finish the race.  My plan is to see if I can improve that time.  I'm hoping that I can improve it by five minutes.  I don't know if that is an outlandish expectation or not, because I'm not an experienced runner enough to know.  But it's my goal, and I'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, after a month of going without sugar, I'll at least have less blubber to haul around with me, so that alone should improve my time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, the animal shelter has $20 bucks to spend on poor defenseless puppies because of me.  So, even if I fail miserably, I can still feel good about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-9127173914633969385?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/9127173914633969385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/mens-5k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9127173914633969385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9127173914633969385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/mens-5k.html' title='Men&apos;s 5K'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-4615049585023635034</id><published>2011-08-21T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:33:00.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not All Bad</title><content type='html'>This is a picture of my breakfast from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0QJBMVEpZQ/Tk8s4HFP6zI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7XoE-FhuTMU/s1600/DSCN2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0QJBMVEpZQ/Tk8s4HFP6zI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7XoE-FhuTMU/s400/DSCN2701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642778200603880242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the picture because I was actually quite proud of it.  I may be on a diet of sorts, but it's not all bad, if this is how I get to eat for breakfast, right?  Although, I bet many people will still find it horrible, I kind of like it.  This is a plate of eggs that also includes chopped onions; red, orange, and yellow bell peppers; mushrooms; tomatoes; and avocados.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many vegetables in the bowl that I poured into the frying pan, that I decided to add an extra egg just to give it a better ratio.  It was pretty tasty.  It's what I've been having for breakfast for nearly three weeks now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a strawberry, blueberry, and kale smoothie to go with it.  I probably overdid it a little with that.  I wasn't hungry for lunch until something like 2:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like the title says, it's not all bad, this diet thing, and I'm losing weight as I eat this way too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-4615049585023635034?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/4615049585023635034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-not-all-bad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4615049585023635034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4615049585023635034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-not-all-bad.html' title='It&apos;s Not All Bad'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0QJBMVEpZQ/Tk8s4HFP6zI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7XoE-FhuTMU/s72-c/DSCN2701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8213331176936699831</id><published>2011-08-20T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T13:54:00.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Case</title><content type='html'>I linked to this on Twitter and Facebook, but just in case you didn't see it there, I'll put it here too.  See, I love Nathan Fillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OCf9M5GsDSs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love him all the more when I see him in things like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8213331176936699831?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8213331176936699831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-in-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8213331176936699831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8213331176936699831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-in-case.html' title='Just In Case'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OCf9M5GsDSs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-996652647297854519</id><published>2011-08-19T13:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T13:54:12.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbling Upon Something Cool</title><content type='html'>So, after seeing the thirtieth tweet by folks that I know referencing this thing called Get Glue, I solicited an explanation from Josh Roseman as to just what the heck Get Glue is.  He tried to explain it in 140 characters or less, and then referred me to his home page, because it might explain at least how he uses it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed his home page, and while I don't really understand get glue any better than I did before, I did see a couple of his reviews.  One of them was for someone named Julia Nunes.  If anyone reading this blog is less in-the-know than I am (quite a feat, I'm told), then allow me to introduce you to Julia Nunes.  She's a Jonathan Coulton type singer, in that she releases her music for purchase on her internet site.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://junumusic.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  She doesn't sing nerd songs, like JoCo, but her songs are pretty darn good, and her voice is very interesting to listen to, very characteristic, which I've always held is the most important thing for a singer.  Oh, and she also has a cool nickname like Coulton, she shortens her name to JuNu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also does tons of really fun YouTube videos of her songs.  I really enjoyed the following one, a great mixing of two songs with similar choruses (no, I refuse to call it a mashup, I hate that stupid term, mostly because most mashups suck).  Anyway, check it out, and then check out some of her other videos.  That is, if you haven't already, which you probably already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-kBQ8DgkyFk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thanks for this, Josh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-996652647297854519?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/996652647297854519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/stumbling-upon-something-cool.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/996652647297854519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/996652647297854519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/stumbling-upon-something-cool.html' title='Stumbling Upon Something Cool'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-kBQ8DgkyFk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-7779555624067078671</id><published>2011-08-17T16:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:38:38.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gathering Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Pn6ZRTvjw/Tkw_y62p5SI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WvpHXAUq9PU/s1600/GatheringREV_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Pn6ZRTvjw/Tkw_y62p5SI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WvpHXAUq9PU/s400/GatheringREV_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641954577212892450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished listening to "The Gathering Storm" by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson.  I know, finally.  It came out a while ago, and I"m just now getting around to it, but the cool part is I can go right into the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was losing hope for this series.  It seemed as though it would have no end.  In several of the last few books, nothing happened until the last page.  Which is hard to deal with when each book runs about 800 pages.  Then I found out that Robert Jordan died, and I figured that would be that.  But his widow asked Brandon Sanderson if he would take up the banner and bear it the rest of the way.  Jordan had extensive notes on the story, so Sanderson knew what the original finale was supposed to entail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finished the first of the final three books that Sanderson plans to write,and the problem that was ailing the series has been remedied.  Things finally happened.  Things they've been hinting at for five, six, seven books maybe even more.  At last things are happening, and I'm excited about it enough that I will definitely read on to the finish.  I was close to giving up on it, so this actually means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do you have any idea how long it takes to listen to a Robert Jordan book on audio?  So many discs I could open a store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-7779555624067078671?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/7779555624067078671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-finished-listening-to-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7779555624067078671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7779555624067078671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-finished-listening-to-gathering.html' title='The Gathering Storm'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Pn6ZRTvjw/Tkw_y62p5SI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WvpHXAUq9PU/s72-c/GatheringREV_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3326554705489179395</id><published>2011-08-10T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:15:40.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tougher Than Leather, Or Samoas</title><content type='html'>So, I'm on week two of this damned food challenge, and, as is always the case when sugar is discouraged, I have been assaulted on every side by free treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S5kkct2cKoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/agfs4przbhA/s1600-h/Cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S5kkct2cKoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/agfs4przbhA/s400/Cookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447425300044196482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, it's not a big deal to turn them down.  It's a treat that you don't have a particular affection for.  But let me tell you, I love those Girl Scout cookies called Samoas almost as much as I love my own children.  They are simply divine in nature.  And yesterday, as I continued to limp my way through this food challenge of eating no sugar, I was eating my lunch in the breakroom, when someone came in with a whole box of Samoas (minus two cookies), put them on the table in front of me, and said, "here, take these, I can't eat any more of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like Roger Rabbit.  My eyes bugged out of my head, I screamed and jumped in the air with my hands grasping my head, and I shouted, "P-p-p-please, Eddy!  Ya gotta help me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all the guys sitting around the table with me should have pounced, but they didn't.  They calmly continued eating their lunches, as though nothing had happened.  One of them did say that he was going to be all over those cookies, but apparently he was waiting until he'd finished his dinner; like a proper, well-raised child; before continuing on to dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there I was, eating my salad and broccoli, in a standoff with a box of cookies.  They stared at me, daring me to not make a move, laughing at the inevitability of my eventual failure of will.  They mocked me and my tomato slices with every chew.  At last I could stand it no longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the box, and started handing it around to everyone at the table, waving it under their nostrils.  "Please, eat some of these.  I can't take it much longer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pawn several off on the others.  The one who had said he would be all over them lived up to his word, eating six or eight of them.  But after all takers had taken, there were still two beautiful, perfect cookies waiting in the container, begging me to partake.  What could I do?  Surely I couldn't let a golden opportunity like this go to waste, right?  I could be forgiven for giving in.  Anyone would, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like Russel, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;, when he asks Carl if he can keep Dug.  "No," Carl says.  Russel tries to appeal to his sense of reason, "But it's a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; dog!"  How could you pass up the chance to have something that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're free Samoas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the remainder of my lunch, my Gladware containers and stuff, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I'm stronger than you, Samoas.  I win this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3326554705489179395?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3326554705489179395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/tougher-than-leather-or-samoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3326554705489179395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3326554705489179395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/tougher-than-leather-or-samoas.html' title='Tougher Than Leather, Or Samoas'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S5kkct2cKoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/agfs4przbhA/s72-c/Cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3904540154059858158</id><published>2011-08-07T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:15:00.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glutting The Market</title><content type='html'>I figured that since I've been glutting the market with perty pictures, I'd go ahead and continue that trend with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUHVkgr9VtM/Tj2hvsgLTYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ut-ySflXcYU/s1600/Sunflower05Aug2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUHVkgr9VtM/Tj2hvsgLTYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ut-ySflXcYU/s400/Sunflower05Aug2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637840149309771138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first sunflower of the summer.  There will be many more to come, but not so many of the other flowers that we usually grow.  The wet spring, lasting through most of June, combined with our job schedules, made planting those flowers a problem.  So this year, we only have the perennials, or the ones that manage to replant themselves, like the sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to my annual "Check Out Our Flowers, Aren't They Neat" post at the end of the summer.  Just don't expect a lot of variety.  This picture is just a sneak peek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3904540154059858158?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3904540154059858158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/glutting-market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3904540154059858158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3904540154059858158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/glutting-market.html' title='Glutting The Market'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUHVkgr9VtM/Tj2hvsgLTYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ut-ySflXcYU/s72-c/Sunflower05Aug2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-4592041004692396596</id><published>2011-08-06T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:15:02.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving You Hanging</title><content type='html'>Just so I don't leave you all hanging, I thought I'd follow up on my post entitled: Uuuunnnngggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's now been nearly a week, and although I still find myself a little more tired than usual, I have to admit that not eating sugary foods, fatty foods, or drinking soda, has been beneficial for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself this morning (even though they don't want you to do that until the month comes to an end--they want you to notice the changes in your body by the way you feel and how your clothes fit), and after less than a week, I'm down nearly ten pounds.  So, you can't complain with dramatic results like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could only manage to make it a permanent lifestyle change, then I'd be getting somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-4592041004692396596?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/4592041004692396596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/leaving-you-hanging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4592041004692396596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4592041004692396596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/leaving-you-hanging.html' title='Leaving You Hanging'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-7833242708390560636</id><published>2011-08-02T17:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T17:28:33.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uuuunnnngggghhh</title><content type='html'>Two days into my food challenge and I'm friggin' tired, and I have a mean headache too.  I think my body misses being loaded up on caffeine from all that Mountain Dew.  I hope the healthiness hits me soon, because this is rough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-7833242708390560636?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/7833242708390560636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/uuuunnnngggghhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7833242708390560636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7833242708390560636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/uuuunnnngggghhh.html' title='Uuuunnnngggghhh'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-6667026207290389039</id><published>2011-08-01T10:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:48:39.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Survivor</title><content type='html'>My CrossFit trainer has decided to rope all her clients into a food challenge for the month of August.  I believe the purpose is to help folks like me, who are addicted to eating badly, to change their relationship with food, and see how different we might feel if we fueled our bodies properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, once the deadline approached, like a hedonist at the end of the world, I indulged in every last gluttonous thing that I could.  Pizza, cheeseburgers, Mountain Dew, donuts, candy bars.  It was funny, because it didn't take long for my body to object.  "What the hell!" it seemed to say, "I can only handle so much of this before I have to puke it up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words from that Survivor song from Rocky IV came to mind, however.  I believe the song was called "The Burning Heart" (fitting, since eating like this was giving me heartburn).  The song says, "In the warriors code, there's no surrender.  Though his body says stop, his spirit cries--NEVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Survivor egging me on, I refilled my 52oz. mug with Code Red, and plunged ever onward.  My body couldn't master me!  I would make it submit to my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected to have gained 5lbs. from my gluttony, but I guess my body is a little smarter than me, and it just flushed all that stuff out where it belongs, and I only gained about 2lbs. through my self-destructive extravagance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the end of the world has arrived.  I had fuggin' vegetable for breakfast this morning.  For breakfast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need Survivor to help me make it through the next thirty days.  Hopefully it'll be the beginning of a lifetime's change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If need to be inspired in some pursuit you are striving for, I suggest clicking on &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/yL3lJfpenAc"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;, and watching the video for "Burning Heart" on YouTube.  It'll make you stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-6667026207290389039?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/6667026207290389039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-survivor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6667026207290389039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6667026207290389039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-survivor.html' title='I&apos;m A Survivor'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2393729559989292429</id><published>2011-07-30T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:23:00.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Saw When I Was On Vacation 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlYGlXdI6QU/Ti-TDCSuZSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kY-DI9PV3Zc/s1600/Sunset13Jul2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlYGlXdI6QU/Ti-TDCSuZSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kY-DI9PV3Zc/s400/Sunset13Jul2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633883339228079394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is a sunset from my in-laws back porch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2393729559989292429?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2393729559989292429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2393729559989292429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2393729559989292429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation-5.html' title='What I Saw When I Was On Vacation 5'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlYGlXdI6QU/Ti-TDCSuZSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kY-DI9PV3Zc/s72-c/Sunset13Jul2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8030446289154273482</id><published>2011-07-29T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:08:00.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Saw When I Was On Vacation 4</title><content type='html'>Not sure why, but I have a compulsion for taking pictures of flowers.  My wife wasn't able to plant any flowers this year in our garden, so we'll only have the perennials.  So, I decided that I would take pictures of all the cool wildflowers that I saw in Waterton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGJTuRm9zy8/Ti-RvQM2c2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/4LbR-YAUBjk/s1600/Wildflowers6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGJTuRm9zy8/Ti-RvQM2c2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/4LbR-YAUBjk/s400/Wildflowers6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633881899852526434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8z5l_gmcTkE/Ti-REq3KK9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/TCJoz2suBaI/s1600/Wildflowers4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8z5l_gmcTkE/Ti-REq3KK9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/TCJoz2suBaI/s400/Wildflowers4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633881168274926546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ay8Snrhw_A/Ti-RETLHkPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XP7KGi0YUio/s1600/Wildflowers3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ay8Snrhw_A/Ti-RETLHkPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XP7KGi0YUio/s400/Wildflowers3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633881161916190962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyGhczdaqmc/Ti-RD2WZ--I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sv5I-mA8L3A/s1600/Wildflowers1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyGhczdaqmc/Ti-RD2WZ--I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sv5I-mA8L3A/s400/Wildflowers1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633881154178907106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is the world famous Alberta Wild Rose, I believe.  What do you mean you've never heard of it.  Wild Rose country?  Doesn't ring a bell?  Ah well, I suppose I can't blame you.  I wouldn't have known if I hadn't been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKUriCLxQGs/Ti-RE4VVb6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/f8PtpfSaQTw/s1600/Wildflowers5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKUriCLxQGs/Ti-RE4VVb6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/f8PtpfSaQTw/s400/Wildflowers5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633881171891154850" 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/2487651032830668930-8030446289154273482?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8030446289154273482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8030446289154273482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8030446289154273482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation-4.html' title='What I Saw When I Was On Vacation 4'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGJTuRm9zy8/Ti-RvQM2c2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/4LbR-YAUBjk/s72-c/Wildflowers6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2697600048670351563</id><published>2011-07-28T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T17:57:00.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Saw When I Was On Vacation 3</title><content type='html'>In Waterton, there was a lot of perty water features, like Cameron Lake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9b4Pd4wKYpE/Ti-N6f0KnbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KhfSLZzZJQw/s1600/CameronLake06Jul2011%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9b4Pd4wKYpE/Ti-N6f0KnbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KhfSLZzZJQw/s400/CameronLake06Jul2011%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633877694976007602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Red Rock Canyon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rp7lnWyl_Cg/Ti-N6E2jejI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Lc1a2ZixLnI/s1600/RedRockCanyon05Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rp7lnWyl_Cg/Ti-N6E2jejI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Lc1a2ZixLnI/s400/RedRockCanyon05Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633877687738268210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cameron Falls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8g-equg7F8/Ti-N5nRxW-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/cwT0TNlWmUQ/s1600/CameronFalls06Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8g-equg7F8/Ti-N5nRxW-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/cwT0TNlWmUQ/s400/CameronFalls06Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633877679799360482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Blakiston Falls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OXRv3LEH5I/Ti-N5S5oW_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/HIeTRrojcUE/s1600/BlakistonFallsWaterton05Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OXRv3LEH5I/Ti-N5S5oW_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/HIeTRrojcUE/s400/BlakistonFallsWaterton05Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633877674329398258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2697600048670351563?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2697600048670351563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2697600048670351563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2697600048670351563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation-3.html' title='What I Saw When I Was On Vacation 3'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9b4Pd4wKYpE/Ti-N6f0KnbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KhfSLZzZJQw/s72-c/CameronLake06Jul2011%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2755283705375964353</id><published>2011-07-27T17:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T17:53:00.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Saw When I Was On Vacation 2</title><content type='html'>In Waterton, We also came across two bears.  I only managed to get a picture of one of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PI5w-yI1T2o/Ti-MNbJzk2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/08W-XcC5Ajk/s1600/BearWaterton06Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PI5w-yI1T2o/Ti-MNbJzk2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/08W-XcC5Ajk/s400/BearWaterton06Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633875821118853986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8YTBKAQRJU/Ti-MNm3GsoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YDhuAeZlrW4/s1600/BearWaterton06Jul2011%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8YTBKAQRJU/Ti-MNm3GsoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YDhuAeZlrW4/s400/BearWaterton06Jul2011%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633875824261640834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2755283705375964353?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2755283705375964353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2755283705375964353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2755283705375964353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation-2.html' title='What I Saw When I Was On Vacation 2'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PI5w-yI1T2o/Ti-MNbJzk2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/08W-XcC5Ajk/s72-c/BearWaterton06Jul2011%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2053210266475699381</id><published>2011-07-26T21:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:56:57.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Saw When I Was On Vacation</title><content type='html'>When I was on vacation, we went to Waterton National Park in Canada. There were several intrepid squirrels there, who feared not human beings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DNvq0tb_j0/Ti-LSDSrNAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8XZLrVrO1JM/s1600/Squirrel06Jul2011%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DNvq0tb_j0/Ti-LSDSrNAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8XZLrVrO1JM/s400/Squirrel06Jul2011%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633874801101321218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GTCPOU1ff8/Ti-LR125pqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rmskd4vMH2Q/s1600/Squirrel06Jul2011%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GTCPOU1ff8/Ti-LR125pqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rmskd4vMH2Q/s400/Squirrel06Jul2011%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633874797495166626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-f-mlGuVsg/Ti-LRrMbIvI/AAAAAAAAATs/gverUl8w0CI/s1600/Squirrel06Jul2011%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-f-mlGuVsg/Ti-LRrMbIvI/AAAAAAAAATs/gverUl8w0CI/s400/Squirrel06Jul2011%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633874794632651506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BZOq1BxHSU/Ti-LRa82BJI/AAAAAAAAATk/xQSj8z8eD_Q/s1600/Squirrel06Jul2011%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BZOq1BxHSU/Ti-LRa82BJI/AAAAAAAAATk/xQSj8z8eD_Q/s400/Squirrel06Jul2011%25286%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633874790272337042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vA3DSOQL3SQ/Ti-LSucejmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JymURDZNv5c/s1600/Squirrel06Jul2011%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vA3DSOQL3SQ/Ti-LSucejmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JymURDZNv5c/s400/Squirrel06Jul2011%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633874812685160034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew an animal, like, guru of sorts that could tell me what kind of squirrels these were.  Alas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2053210266475699381?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2053210266475699381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2053210266475699381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2053210266475699381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-saw-when-i-was-on-vacation.html' title='What I Saw When I Was On Vacation'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DNvq0tb_j0/Ti-LSDSrNAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8XZLrVrO1JM/s72-c/Squirrel06Jul2011%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-351223840128789964</id><published>2011-06-29T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:24:11.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here You Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWIvIdR0nwE/Tgv6Si2mgTI/AAAAAAAAATc/LtZQoGSO-Xs/s1600/DSCN2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWIvIdR0nwE/Tgv6Si2mgTI/AAAAAAAAATc/LtZQoGSO-Xs/s400/DSCN2318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623863756202606898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sunset for you.  Now don't say I never did anything for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-351223840128789964?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/351223840128789964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-you-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/351223840128789964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/351223840128789964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-you-go.html' title='Here You Go'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWIvIdR0nwE/Tgv6Si2mgTI/AAAAAAAAATc/LtZQoGSO-Xs/s72-c/DSCN2318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5293966993875679566</id><published>2011-06-23T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:11:30.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RLrvhVMNKk/TgH-BRJJDEI/AAAAAAAAATU/7Y2wC1Bd0n8/s1600/DSCN2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RLrvhVMNKk/TgH-BRJJDEI/AAAAAAAAATU/7Y2wC1Bd0n8/s400/DSCN2306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621053107670158402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought that too.  70% off plus take another 30% off, so that must make these clothes free, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the girl that worked at the store assured me that was not the case.  She also assured me that I wasn't the first jagoff who had asked her that same question.  You had to be good at algebra to figure out your price on this one.  You take your original price, we'll call it X, and take 70% off, then take that resultant price, (X - 70%) and take 30% of that.  It looks like they had enough annoying folks like me asking about it that they worked it out for us on the sign.  That's good, because I don't think I'm smart enough to work it out even if they gave me a calculator.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad statement on the state of the economy that 100% off was still not enough of a deal for me to buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5293966993875679566?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5293966993875679566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/06/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5293966993875679566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5293966993875679566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/06/really.html' title='Really!?'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RLrvhVMNKk/TgH-BRJJDEI/AAAAAAAAATU/7Y2wC1Bd0n8/s72-c/DSCN2306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1963286112027512427</id><published>2011-06-15T09:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:41:30.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Is Smarter Than Your Dad</title><content type='html'>The other day, my daughter was complaining about a fight she'd had with a neighbor kid.  She told us that she was mad at the kid, so she insisted that he get of our "proferty."  She became extra mad at him when he wouldn't get off our "proferty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It devolved into meaner things.  This kid had the gall to say, "My dad is smarter than your dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter admitted, "I don't even think that's true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really," I said, "You don't think his dad is smarter than me?"   I wondered what she might use as an example of my intelligence. What was it that I had said or done that had proven to her how smart I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she said, "He has a really small head.  He can't be as smart as you.  Your head is really big."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, being a fathead is good for something.  I may have to put my hats on the last clasp to fit them on my head, but it makes me smarter than my little-headed neighbor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1963286112027512427?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1963286112027512427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-dad-is-smarter-than-your-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1963286112027512427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1963286112027512427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-dad-is-smarter-than-your-dad.html' title='My Dad Is Smarter Than Your Dad'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1068812152252015692</id><published>2011-06-13T08:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:04:34.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Failures</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's right, I said marketing failures, not marketing fail.  I'm not a programmer, I'm a wannabe writer.  I can't bring myself to use the word fail as a noun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found these two products in my bathroom recently, and I had to bring them to your attention, because they disturb me greatly.  First:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85919HLsMiE/TfQtQkMQqwI/AAAAAAAAATM/I3A8_J3GfHo/s1600/DSCN2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85919HLsMiE/TfQtQkMQqwI/AAAAAAAAATM/I3A8_J3GfHo/s400/DSCN2198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617164397854108418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a "Not Your Mother's" brand hair cream called "Kinky Moves."  It's supposed to give your hair that cute curliness that you've been wanting, you know, nice kinky hair.  Now I don't know about you, but something called Not Your Mother's Kinky Moves does not bring anything but the creepiest images to my mind.  Could anyone possibly feel any different?  Who was the marketing genius who thought, "Let's call it 'Not Your Mother's Kinky Moves' because you know, the kids will latch on to that one, right?"  Or is it just that they never put the two together.  No one ever said the brand name and product name in one sentence, so they never got the problem that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I don't even want to consider what my mother's kinky moves might be.  And worse yet, this stuff belongs to my wife.  I want even less to consider what my mother-in-law's kinky moves might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the other thing I found in my bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkxBsG9qCno/TfQtQIbaZ0I/AAAAAAAAATE/WYnzrVpEs70/s1600/DSCN2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkxBsG9qCno/TfQtQIbaZ0I/AAAAAAAAATE/WYnzrVpEs70/s400/DSCN2202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617164390401468226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is, Bodycology brand Body Butter.  What the frick is body butter?!?!!  What is body butter made from!!??  Real butter is some sort of curdled milk product, right?  So...body butter is curdled...what?  What liquid substance from the body did they harvest to make this body butter?  And why would anyone want to purchase it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, despite all my ranting, I found these products in MY BATHROOM, not on a store shelf.  So, apparently, the marketing still worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1068812152252015692?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1068812152252015692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/06/marketing-failures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1068812152252015692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1068812152252015692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/06/marketing-failures.html' title='Marketing Failures'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85919HLsMiE/TfQtQkMQqwI/AAAAAAAAATM/I3A8_J3GfHo/s72-c/DSCN2198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8396967521443617895</id><published>2011-05-22T18:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:10:08.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's 5K</title><content type='html'>So, I ran my 5K this Saturday.  I mentioned the whole Women's 5K thing, well it turned out they were just messing with me.  There wasn't even a 10K option.  It was 5K or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting much from this race.  I knew, even though it was a small race to begin with, that I wouldn't be placing.  My goal was to run the whole time, without taking any rest walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I manage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0B_d7qh09Q/TdmzsOTxAmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dP2ntN9uqWg/s1600/Big%2BRace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0B_d7qh09Q/TdmzsOTxAmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dP2ntN9uqWg/s400/Big%2BRace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609712383203279458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I succeeded.  I ran the entire time.  I came in 9th place out of perhaps nine men, but I ran the whole time.  Maybe there's hope for me yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8396967521443617895?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8396967521443617895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/05/womens-5k.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8396967521443617895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8396967521443617895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/05/womens-5k.html' title='Women&apos;s 5K'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0B_d7qh09Q/TdmzsOTxAmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dP2ntN9uqWg/s72-c/Big%2BRace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-9153700477918072505</id><published>2011-05-13T17:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:27:56.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Encouraging</title><content type='html'>My sister works at a charter school, and they are doing a 5k run for a fundraiser.  So, as part of my general fitness push, my goal has been to run in this 5k race.  And I'm not talking just be in the 5k race but walk it most of the way, I mean run the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline for pre-registering for the race was today, so I got onto the website and entered my info.  Then I went to the bottom to select the race I was registering for.  I had my choice between the 5k and the 10k.  Now, I know I'm not ready to run a 10k yet.  But here's how they had the choices listed for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men's 10k&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women's 5k&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Just what I needed, an unintended dig at how I still don't measure up.  Not a real man yet, I can only run in the women's race after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm man enough to wear pink if I want to, and I signed up for the women's race.  I checked with my brother-in-law who is also running the race and he said that he's doing the 5k as well.  We may be the only men out there, who knows, but we'll be emasculated and proud together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-9153700477918072505?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/9153700477918072505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/05/real-encouraging.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9153700477918072505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9153700477918072505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/05/real-encouraging.html' title='Real Encouraging'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5855553925572552298</id><published>2011-04-11T10:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:09:32.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I loved Van Halen like all you cat people love your cats.  They meant an awful lot to me.  And like a good father, I didn't discriminate between the two iterations of the band.  I loved David Lee Roth and I loved Sammy Hagar equally (that equanimity didn't extend to Gary Cherone.  He was fine for Extreme, but not okay in Van Halen, but that's a different story altogether).  When Roth left the band, I enjoyed a lot of his solo work.  But, like all those old hair bands, Roth went away, and so did Van Halen.  I forgot about them for years, as new and different music demanded my attention.  It wasn't until a few years ago that I started looking back at some of the music I loved as a young man (now that I'm a freakin' old man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long preamble over.  Just the other day, I went through and downloaded a couple of David Lee Roth's solo albums.  I heard this song that I hadn't heard in a long time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-mIP7ySBXBg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the song when I was a kid, but I remember it bumming me the hell out even then.  But now, years later, it bums me out tenfold.  I know the song is supposed to be hopeful.  It talks about the good old days, and then it talks about the present as being good days, and the final chorus says that in the future there will be good days.  But for some reason, the only thing I get out of this song is the wistful looking back at days gone by.  I've complained in the past about how old I feel, and how much I feel like a failure for not only never achieving my dreams, but also never really giving them the college try.  And hearing this song brings down a weight of depression that I'm usually able to ignore and keep at arm's length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good old days that come to mind when I hear this song, probably because it was during those years that I originally heard the song, are my high school days.  I know some people look at their high school days as anything but the good old days, but in my case, I had a lot of good friends that meant a lot to me back then.  Things weren't perfect.  I wasn't the especially popular.  But those were good days, and I had a lot of fun.  I haven't kept in touch with those guys, and we've all grown up and changed, so, even though Facebook makes all your old high school friends available to you again, trying to re-start our friendships just isn't happening.  So those days are gone, and gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they were good days, and looking back on them is sort of nice, if meloncholy, knowing that they'll never return.  It's kind of like mourning a dead friend, because, despite the fact that they live on, they're not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, I look back fondly on my job that I had in Sacramento.  I remember feeling almost complete hate for the job while I was there, but as soon as I was gone, I started wishing I had never left.  Which brings me to my final point.  Why is it that we can never recognize good times while we're having them?  Maybe I speak presumptuously and this is not a problem that other people have, but I don't think so.  If that were the case, then the phrase, "you don't know what you've got till it's gone," would not be one that everyone recognizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like our podcast, the Dunesteef Audio Fiction Magazine, that Rish and I have been doing for almost three years now.  We have a lot of fun with it.  We've met a lot of great people by way of it.  And we've made some great art (yeah, I said it) in that time as well.  We've already recorded our final episode, even though the show is still going, and will go on indefinitely.  We still know that it will come to an end.  And then, a few years later, I'm sure Rish and I will look back and say, "Those were good times.  Damn good times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could recognize that they ARE damn good times, maybe the show would never end.  But you don't know what you've got till it's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5855553925572552298?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5855553925572552298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-times.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5855553925572552298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5855553925572552298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-mIP7ySBXBg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-7091361870976212898</id><published>2011-04-08T16:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:35:35.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Crazy?</title><content type='html'>I'm considering quitting soda for good.  I don't know if that's something I can manage or not, but I'm seriously thinking about it.  At the very least, I'll be off of it for approximately the next three months.  But when that comes to an end, I may never start back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy for considering this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of doing the same with fast food.  Does that make me crazy?  Can I really even pull it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qe500eIK1oA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-7091361870976212898?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/7091361870976212898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/04/am-i-crazy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7091361870976212898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7091361870976212898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/04/am-i-crazy.html' title='Am I Crazy?'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qe500eIK1oA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5013478113130009912</id><published>2011-03-26T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T09:43:43.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Sorry...</title><content type='html'>I guess this hasn't happened enough times to me for me to learn.  I just spent fifteen minutes writing a long, encouraging comment to Lizanne Herd on her blog.  I mean long, the blog entry I was commenting on was probably a third as long as my comment was, or less.  Then, when I hit publish, Blogger said, "We're sorry, but we were unable to process your request."   My comment wasn't published, I didn't think to copy it to the clipboard before trying to submit it, so it's just gone, and I don't have the strength to try to write it again.  Maybe if I record myself speaking the same thoughts and send it that way, should take less time at least...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5013478113130009912?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5013478113130009912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/03/were-sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5013478113130009912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5013478113130009912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/03/were-sorry.html' title='We&apos;re Sorry...'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-9108717229634638792</id><published>2011-03-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:40:56.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Snowmageddon</title><content type='html'>That's right. I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Snowmageddon, that crap is over. It's frickin' beautiful out there today. I just wanted to mention that. Just wanted to revel in the wonderful Spring weather. I'm sure we'll get snow ten more times before the Summer arrives, but it's so wonderful when Spring first starts trying to poke its head in for a visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-9108717229634638792?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/9108717229634638792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/03/screw-snowmageddon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9108717229634638792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/9108717229634638792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/03/screw-snowmageddon.html' title='Screw Snowmageddon'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1318202957291369402</id><published>2011-02-25T12:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:20:36.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowmageddon</title><content type='html'>I didn't believe, and now I see the error of my ways.  I scoffed and poo-pooed when the prophets on the TV news warned me of Snowmageddon.  But this morning I came out to my car and found that the end of the world had occurred during my sleep, and now my car was buried in a foot of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, because I was a wicked unbeliever, I wasn't included in the rapture that took up the faithful before Snowmageddon hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about the snow, is that heading north to work...wait, slogging north to work is probably more appropriate...I came over the hill, and was greeted by sunshine and clear roads.  Nobody up here got any snow at all.  Just a slight skiff is all.  It seems to always be that way too.  Every time there's a big storm, they get nothing.  So when I show up 15 minutes late for work complaining of snowy roads, they assume I'm just a bad liar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're unbelievers too.  They assume the prophets on the TV news weren't inspired.  That's probably why they're still here, not risen in the rapture that saved the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I think I need to move elsewhere, because this is ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1318202957291369402?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1318202957291369402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowmageddon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1318202957291369402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1318202957291369402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowmageddon.html' title='Snowmageddon'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2040507722483660273</id><published>2011-02-21T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:29:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness Of Strangers</title><content type='html'>It wasn't too long ago that I mentioned an &lt;a href="http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-lights.html"&gt;experience with someone flashing their lights&lt;/a&gt; at me to warn me of an upcoming cop doing a speeding sting.  At the time, I wasn't sure why the person was flashing their high beams at me, but I had an inkling of an idea, and I slowed enough to avoid a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was going to work down this new road that just opened up by my house, when I saw a car coming towards me flashing their high beams over and over.  This time I knew just what to do.  I was only going about five over the speed limit, but, just to be safe, I slowed a bit more.  And what do you know?  Around the bend, two cop cars were laying in wait.  One stood on the sidewalk with his radar gun in hand, taking readings of all the cars that passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks to the kindness of a stranger, I was able to avoid a ticket.  I can't wait to get a chance to pay it forward, and, unless the cops change their ways, it probably won't be long.  They are endlessly laying in wait for speeders on this new road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2040507722483660273?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2040507722483660273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/kindness-of-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2040507722483660273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2040507722483660273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/kindness-of-strangers.html' title='Kindness Of Strangers'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-385759470935007704</id><published>2011-02-20T19:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:11:21.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down And Derby</title><content type='html'>My wife and I watched the film &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whip It&lt;/span&gt; the other night together. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whip It&lt;/span&gt;, if you've never seen it, is a movie that features roller derby; a sport that was popular in the seventies, then fell out of favor, but has recently experienced a surge in its popularity. We enjoyed the movie, so when I saw free tickets to a roller derby event sitting on the counter at work, I snatched them. Watching the Midnight Terror versus the Devil Dollz seemed like it might make a fun night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjhNbEmQwCI/TWDC7Ah7f6I/AAAAAAAABrc/Bp2vp-otFwg/s1600/RollerDerby19Feb2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjhNbEmQwCI/TWDC7Ah7f6I/AAAAAAAABrc/Bp2vp-otFwg/s400/RollerDerby19Feb2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575670657695055778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was fun seeing these women skate around in circles trying to knock each other's wheels off, watching roller derby to me is like watching a rugby or cricket match. It's just incomprehensible. They handed out a rule sheet with the program, which helped a little, but seeing it happen left me with a lot of questions that the rule sheet didn't really address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the difficulty of learning the new sport, we still had a great time. Roller derby does its best to make it interesting in lots of ways too, from the goofy fishnet stockings and short shorts that the players wear to the crazy nicknames that they use like "Skull Candi," "Skatey Gaga," and "Black &amp; Deckher." It was an interesting crowd at the event, so there was a lot to look at, and we even rode the elevator down to the parking garage with the father of one of the players, which, of course, isn't really saying that much since they're all local women.  It's like saying we got the autograph of the kid who scored the winning goal at the local rec league game.  But still, I thought it was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-385759470935007704?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/385759470935007704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/down-and-derby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/385759470935007704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/385759470935007704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/down-and-derby.html' title='Down And Derby'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjhNbEmQwCI/TWDC7Ah7f6I/AAAAAAAABrc/Bp2vp-otFwg/s72-c/RollerDerby19Feb2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-6312823795358046607</id><published>2011-02-17T15:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:21:52.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Fallen</title><content type='html'>The other day, this girl that just started working in my office said to me, "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Ricky Gervais?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KViiRd4lNxo/TV2d4nSKbkI/AAAAAAAAASw/JknOcGjRwYs/s1600/ricky_gervais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KViiRd4lNxo/TV2d4nSKbkI/AAAAAAAAASw/JknOcGjRwYs/s400/ricky_gervais.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574785509697941058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" I said.  I admitted that I didn't really know what Ricky Gervais looked like.  I knew that he'd just made a big splash by hosting the Golden Globes and saying all sorts of mean things about celebrities, but I didn't watch the Golden Globes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah,"  she said, "You look kind of like him, except taller and less...uh...British."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to my computer and IMed Rish, telling him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;DUDE, RICKY GERVAIS IS HIDEOUSLY UGLY,&lt;/span&gt; he replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;IF SOMEONE HAD TOLD ME THAT I LOOKED LIKE RICKY GERVAIS, I'D BE REALLY OFFENDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at some pictures of Ricky Gervais, and I can kind of see the resemblance.  I'm fat, especially in my face, which makes me look like Mr. Gervais.  I just got a haircut the other day too, and it is similar to the way Ricky wears his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that it wasn't always this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A GIRL ONCE TOLD ME THAT I LOOKED LIKE TOM CRUISE IN HIGH SCHOOL,&lt;/span&gt; I IMed to Rish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DL68WWvcw1g/TV2d4SvU8VI/AAAAAAAAASo/anRzn0mm99I/s1600/tom-cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DL68WWvcw1g/TV2d4SvU8VI/AAAAAAAAASo/anRzn0mm99I/s400/tom-cruise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574785504183120210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NOW THEY SAY YOU LOOK LIKE TOM CRUISE ON TROPIC THUNDER,&lt;/span&gt; IMed Rish back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RIGHT,&lt;/span&gt; I replied.  I don't generally use emoticons, but I could have probably found several that portrayed my thoughts right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn2QZerpTXk/TV2d4fShAwI/AAAAAAAAASg/w5RlGSnQz4c/s1600/grossman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn2QZerpTXk/TV2d4fShAwI/AAAAAAAAASg/w5RlGSnQz4c/s400/grossman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574785507551937282" 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/2487651032830668930-6312823795358046607?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/6312823795358046607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/mighty-fallen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6312823795358046607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/6312823795358046607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/mighty-fallen.html' title='Mighty Fallen'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KViiRd4lNxo/TV2d4nSKbkI/AAAAAAAAASw/JknOcGjRwYs/s72-c/ricky_gervais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2412763185355191830</id><published>2011-02-06T10:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:27:52.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Adventures In Writing'/><title type='text'>Audio Anklevich</title><content type='html'>Haven't had much to say on here lately...well, let me rephrase that, I've had plenty to say, but haven't said much on here lately.  I feel guilty when I spend time writing blogs instead of writing on the story that I should have finished weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am with something to say (cue cheering).  A while ago, Bosley Gravel decided he was going to start doing audio versions of stories that he had published on his Cavalcade of Terror site.  I finished up a reading of my own story that he had previously published on there called, "The Search For Freedom."  If you'd like to hear my dulcet tones...er Kermit tones doing an audio version of a really short story I wrote a while back, then check out &lt;a href="http://dreadfullittlepress.com/cavalcade/?p=189"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;.  It's shorter than a Thomas Newman song on a Pixar soundtrack, so if you hate it, you'll not even have wasted enough of your life to demand it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2412763185355191830?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2412763185355191830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/audio-anklevich.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2412763185355191830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2412763185355191830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/02/audio-anklevich.html' title='Audio Anklevich'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2374835948063223701</id><published>2011-01-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:20:17.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Weigh-In Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down</title><content type='html'>I decided to stop weighing in every morning like I did for most of last year, and just weigh myself on Mondays.  Maybe Monday isn't the right day, since they're depressing enough already without the added fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I weighed myself this morning, and despite jogging at least four days a week for the past two weeks, I'm still gaining weight.  It's frustrating enought to cause me to really want to quit.  Jogging isn't easy for a fatass like me.  My legs and back are always screaming in pain.  I find myself having to constantly stretch out my calves because they ache so damned much.  And to be dealing with all of that, and still gaining weight, it's really, f***ing depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's weird about the backward momentum is that up until I stepped on that scale, I was feeling pretty good about myself and the progress I had managed to make.  I'm getting to the point where I don't feel good if I don't run.  I think the running helps relieve the stress and fights my constant tendency towards mopiness.  Because of all that, I think I'll keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have to stop eating so damned much.  Apparently, I can't outrun myself, but I sure can out eat myself.  But my stomach is grumbling right now as I type this.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2374835948063223701?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2374835948063223701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/weigh-in-days-and-mondays-always-get-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2374835948063223701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2374835948063223701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/weigh-in-days-and-mondays-always-get-me.html' title='Weigh-In Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-7522527623869107039</id><published>2011-01-15T23:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:14:48.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can Drive It Home...With One Headlight.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening, I met Rish at the theater, and we saw that Harrison Ford movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Morning Glory&lt;/span&gt;.  Rish never misses a Harrison Ford film, and this one had the added benefit of having the dreamy Rachel McAdams in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TTKag441X5I/AAAAAAAAASU/WXP8UU-sgvA/s1600/morningglory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TTKag441X5I/AAAAAAAAASU/WXP8UU-sgvA/s400/morningglory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562678379573239698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good film.  Plenty entertaining, and even the fact that I work in the news business didn't ruin it.  Usually, knowing the business that is being portrayed in a film too well can do nothing but pull you out of the story, because there is always tons of inaccuracy.  In this case, it wasn't a problem for me.  I did scoff a few times at the beginning.  This morning show that McAdams worked on had a veritable battalion of people producing it, all the way down to the worst offense, when they showed someone applying make-up on the anchors.  There may have been a day when those sorts of things went on in local news, but those days are so long gone that my dad can barely remember them.  TV is done as cheaply as possible folks, and the first thing they do to get the profit margin up is get rid of people.  That's always been my biggest beef with shows set in a news background--the dozens and dozens of extras they have running around in the background.  It makes for a more interesting shot, but a less accurate one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I wasn't going to talk much about this, so I'll quit now.  The rest of the show was fine for me.  I think probably because it was on a national morning show.  I've never been within sniffing distance of something like that, so I don't know what they're really like.  So, it just couldn't put me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, afterward, Rish and I went and hung out for a while at the only fast food joint that stays open late in this town.  Unfortunately, it is a Del Taco.  On the drive over to it, Rish started freaking out, because he thought I was driving with my headlights off.  Turns out that they were, in fact, on, but one of them had gone out, and the other was just pretty dim.  This might seem irrelevant, but it turned out to be the most important thing of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Rish and I went our separate ways.  On my drive home to my own particular backwoods town, I had to take the freeway for ten or fifteen miles or so.  Shortly after getting on, the thickest fog I have possibly ever experienced descended on me.  Here's a picture I snapped.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TTKXcvEXGdI/AAAAAAAAASE/2EUsa2P30Pw/s1600/Light%2BGray%2BSuede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TTKXcvEXGdI/AAAAAAAAASE/2EUsa2P30Pw/s400/Light%2BGray%2BSuede.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562675009682872786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was, on a freeway where cars normally go around 70mph.  I, however, was doing something like 20mph, because I couldn't see ANYTHING.  I only had one headlight, a dim one at that.  My highbeams worked great, but in fog they only make things worse.  I kept tapping on my breaks just to make sure that whoever coming up behind me would know I was there.  My heart was beating at something around 200 beats per minute.  I only knew I was going the right direction because I could see the dashed lines between lanes.  What's worse was, even the light overload of a car dealership was barely visible through the fog.  I couldn't see anything, especially not where my exit was.  I was certain that I would be trapped on this freeway for hours, and wind up in some city far away from my own, because I couldn't find a way off the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I noticed the sign for my exit with just enough time to swerve crazily toward it.  Then I found myself on an even sketchier bit of road.  The fog was slightly, ever so slightly thinner here.  But now I had to cross intersections in which there were no dashed lines to guide me through.  I was sure I would suddenly find myself high centered on an island, because I had drifted slightly as I crossed the intersection.  In the end I made it.  When I finally reached my own town (which seemed to have taken forever, and it probably did considering I was driving 20mph the whole way) the fog was totally non-existent, and the last mile or two of my drive was peaceful and calm enough for my heart to come back down normal once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times in my life that I've been nervous, but I can't think of a time that I have been more certain that my life was coming to an end soon than on that drive home last night.  You would have heard of it on the news no matter what city you live in.  A thirty car, fog-related pile-up with dozens of deaths would be big news.  But I'm alive to type another day.  I guess you can't kill me that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this morning, the first thing I did was go and get my headlight fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Okay, I admit it.  That's not a real picture.  I would never have managed to snap a picture of the conditions.  My white knuckle grip on the wheel was unbreakable at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-7522527623869107039?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/7522527623869107039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-can-drive-it-homewith-one-headlight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7522527623869107039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7522527623869107039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-can-drive-it-homewith-one-headlight.html' title='We Can Drive It Home...With One Headlight.'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TTKag441X5I/AAAAAAAAASU/WXP8UU-sgvA/s72-c/morningglory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-23333743618954782</id><published>2011-01-13T17:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:22:13.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Douche, part 2</title><content type='html'>I know it is really an invaluable thing, and something I'd never want to do without, but sometimes I hate the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I say such a thing?  Well, the other day, I was conversing with a friend of mine via Instant Messenger.  I made a joke in poor taste, something that I do a lot really, but this time around offense was taken.  Upon further review, the joke was a very douche-y thing to say, so I should have expected the reaction that I got.  I tried to apologize, and insist that I didn't mean it, that it was just a joke and all that, and eventually we moved on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing that makes me hate the internet sometimes.  This whole altercation left me upset and depressed for the rest of the day.  Despite what my character on our show does and says, I'm not really like that guy.  I'm not confident, good with the ladies, and able to take whatever is thrown at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rish has always been the guy on the show that can't handle the criticism and stuff.  But he's not the only one.  That stuff really messes me up.  After that, I was depressed enough that I didn't feel like doing my writing on my lunch.  Luckily I'd already run in the morning, or I surely would have skipped that too.  On top of that, I had to go buy myself a candy bar, and that didn't make me feel better either, but I did wish later that I didn't insist on sabotaging my weight loss goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that the internet's fault?  Well, it's not really.  But the things like this that mess me up wouldn't be available to me if there were no internet.  If I had been in the presence of my friend, instead of just chatting over the computer, I probably could have used tone of voice and so forth to make the intent of my joke plain.  Not possible without a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of thing has happened to me before.  With internet message boards, where misunderstandings were propelled out of control, and I wind up upset and depressed for the whole day.  When selling things on Ebay, and suddenly some buyer wants to attack me for something I either did or didn't do, and I'm upset and depressed for days.  Or on our show's comment section, where people decided to come after us, and no amount of explaining our intent could make things better.  I wound up depressed and upset from some of those for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess with every good thing, there's always something bad you can do with it as well.  I suppose my friend and I will get back on solid ground eventually.  I just wish there was some way to avoid doing those things to begin with.  I guess that's all part of being human.  Nobody's perfect.  Especially not me.  I'm getting less and less perfect with every passing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-23333743618954782?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/23333743618954782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/23333743618954782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/douche-part-2.html' title='Douche, part 2'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-8964291310310736727</id><published>2011-01-12T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:34:37.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Goes It?</title><content type='html'>It's halfway through January already.  Time flies, it's amazing.  So, I thought I'd talk a little bit about how my New Years goals are coming so far.  I never really mentioned them here on the blog, but I'll bore you with it all the same.  I won't force you to read it though.  You're free to click away at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mentioned on the show that Rish and I joined the 52 Weeks 25 Stories challenge, which is a group created by Lizanne Herd over on Facebook.  I don't participate too much in the chatter of postings over there, mostly just because Facebook isn't my thing.  I joined the group more because I like the challenge that it presents me with.  If I want to take writing to the next level this year, then I should be able to write 25 stories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it require?  Well, it'll require me to write.  I'll have to write a lot, write some every day.  But as I learned while reading the posts on Dean Wesley Smith's Killing the Sacred Cows of Publishing, that's what it takes to learn the craft of writing to a level that your stuff will be publishable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I doing?  Well, I set the goal to write during my lunch breaks at work every week day.  So far, aside from the one day when they called me into work at 3:00 a.m. because someone had called in sick, I've managed to do some writing every day that I've been at work.  It may have been precious little writing, sometimes in the neighborhood of two or three hundred words, but I've worked on my story every lunch break since New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been doing, sadly, isn't even writing on the story yet, though.  I pinpointed a weakness in my writing last year, and I'm working to overcome it.  I've found that I don't plan out my stories well enough before I start writing.  So, what invariably happens is I get to some point in the middle of the story, realize I have no idea where I'm going, or that the stuff I've written so far is terrible, or something like that, and then I quit.   I never finish what I write, like Heinlein says I should.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm making myself do, before I actually start writing the story itself, is prepare a bunch of stuff.  They are steps that I learned about back in college when I was taking screenwriting classes.  First, I have to boil my story down to a one sentence premise.  Then, I expand that premise to a one paragraph synopsis that has a beginning, middle, and end.  Then I write a treatment, which is several paragraphs (at least four), that gives the beginning, middle, and end in more detail.  Then, I write what is called a step outline.  This is basically a scene by scene outline of what is going to take place in the story.  Lastly, I write a character bio for the main characters of the story.  This thing will be long, and will delve into every little aspect of the character.  I went through, before the new year hit, and wrote down tons of questions that had to be answered about each important character, and that is done when I write the bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like a huge amount of overkill for a short story, and I have to agree.  It really is, but I'm going to do it anyway, because it's an exercise for me.  We're nearly two weeks into the year, and I'm still on the step outline and character bios, but I'm getting there.  Doing all this has given me time to think on the story a lot more than I would have otherwise.  And the story has changed each time I move to the next step.  The synopsis is for a slightly different story than the treatment describes.  And since I wrote the treatment, I've changed the setting of the story all the way back from present day to 1983, so that will change things a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how things are going with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also continuing my work in the area of fitness that I began last year.  I spoke on here about my using HCG to drop around fifty pounds last year.  That was cool, but I think I've gone as far as I can with that kind of crap.  I've made it to the whole yo-yo thing now.  The first time on HCG I lost from 295 lbs. to 265 lbs.  Then the next time, I lost from 265 lbs. to 245 lbs.  Then the third time, I lost from 265 lbs. down to 245 lbs.  And now, guess what I weigh?  265 lbs.  Yeah, that's what they call the yo-yo diet effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've given up on any stupid diet like that.  From what I've heard, anytime you lose more than two pounds a week, you are also losing a considerable amount of muscle along with the fat.  Muscle is what uses the calories you eat.  So, once you're done losing the weight, the muscle that you had that burned the calories that you ate, is now significantly reduced, and it's twice as easy to gain the weight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my new deal for this year is to exercise enough that I build up a bunch of muscle, which can then burn off the fat that I've accumulated over the past fifteen years.  I'm really out of shape, but I've run almost every day of the new year.  I had a bit of a skid for a few days, again coinciding with the time they called me into work at 3:00 a.m., but this morning I got back on track and ran for a half an hour again.  I'll be back at it tomorrow.  Now I just need to get going on the weight lifting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more goals to work on this year as well, and I am having a varying degree of success with each of them.  It seems like I am in more need of improvement now than I have ever been in my life.  I feel like the Ghost of Christmas Present is standing behind me telling me that if these shadows remain unchanged, there will be an empty seat next year.  I'm not one who likes to work on things.  I much prefer to sit back on the couch and let the river of life take me where it will.  But that can often land you somewhere awfully crappy.  So, this year I'm going to do my best to change some things.  If it doesn't work out, well, at least I'll have a whole lot of guilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-8964291310310736727?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/8964291310310736727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-goes-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8964291310310736727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/8964291310310736727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-goes-it.html' title='How Goes It?'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1405247597394813327</id><published>2011-01-02T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:39:00.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stemware</title><content type='html'>We got some new stemware (yes, I said stemware) for Christmas this year.  For a day, all our other cups were dirty, so my wife just used a wine glass instead to get a drink of water with.  Since she'd already used it, she spent the rest of the day, refilling it, and carrying it around.  It was funny to see my wife walking around the house with a wine glass in her hand like some classic Hollywood film noir lush.  Especially since the glass was never filled with anything stronger than ice water the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I find myself doing the same thing.  It's so much easier to remember which glass is yours that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1405247597394813327?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1405247597394813327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/stemware.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1405247597394813327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1405247597394813327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/stemware.html' title='Stemware'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3940707699956278726</id><published>2011-01-01T11:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:05:46.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Resolution Time</title><content type='html'>The new year is here and I've got something like a hundred things that I'm vowing to improve upon this year.  First and foremost is to continue the improvement I made last year in my overall tubbiness.  Secondly is to not continue the suckiness that I annually exhibit in writing little to nothing each year.  Hopefully joining Lizanne Herd's 25/52 challenge group will help some with that.  It's noon almost, and I feel really guilty that I haven't written any fiction yet today.  There's several other things that I'd like to improve as well, and I've goals for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this makes me wonder, will there ever be a day when I look at myself on New Year's Day and just say, "You're good man!  No big goals necessary.  You've actually achieved all those dreams you set out to realize."  Like Fonzie stepping in front of the mirror with a comb and realizing that his hair's already perfect, and just throwing up his hands and saying, "Eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myhero.com/images/guest/g204858/hero49125/g204858_u54658_fonzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 411px;" src="http://www.myhero.com/images/guest/g204858/hero49125/g204858_u54658_fonzie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...was Fonzie Canadian?  I thought he was from Milwaukee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3940707699956278726?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3940707699956278726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-resolution-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3940707699956278726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3940707699956278726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-resolution-time.html' title='It&apos;s Resolution Time'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-4127537789443763029</id><published>2010-12-24T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:00:03.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Joy Joy</title><content type='html'>I just finished a week of starting work at 3am and leaving at noon, so now that that's over, the happy happy joy joy has begun for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've got a week off of work!  So I plan on resting up, having fun with my family, editing on the show, and maybe writing a little bit or getting squared away for the upcoming 52/25 challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?  You don't know what that is?  Well, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=group_168402966524876&amp;ap=1#!/home.php?sk=group_168402966524876"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;.  Lizanne, Renee, Rish and I would love to have you along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have much to say, other than Happy Christmas, Merry Holidays, Feliz Chanukah, and Fröhliche Kwanzaa to everyone and to all a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TRS38RFvOYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WvZCK6ZxX08/s1600/Santa_Claus_wink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TRS38RFvOYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WvZCK6ZxX08/s400/Santa_Claus_wink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554266486462167426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-4127537789443763029?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/4127537789443763029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-happy-joy-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4127537789443763029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4127537789443763029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy Joy Joy'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TRS38RFvOYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WvZCK6ZxX08/s72-c/Santa_Claus_wink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-7285029055931954911</id><published>2010-12-22T07:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:08:30.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin Out</title><content type='html'>For the last few weeks since we came back from vacation, we've gotten nothing but rain here.  Balmy weather for winter, at least for us.  This isn't Sacramento anymore, it doesn't rain at Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the snow is back in town.  It came back in earnest last night.  I'm working the early morning shift this week, so I headed out to my car at 2:30 a.m. to find it practically buried in snow.  It was probably a foot high on the hood and roof.  I took a few minutes to brush it all off, and then headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:30 in the morning, the plows haven't really had time to get out and clear all the roads yet.  So for the most part those roads were a foot deep in snow, with only the trails of the cars that had come before you to indicate where the road even was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytcBOD0VVUk/TREheu8kfzI/AAAAAAAABg0/YrApcbDNkPM/s1600/Snowy%2BRoad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytcBOD0VVUk/TREheu8kfzI/AAAAAAAABg0/YrApcbDNkPM/s400/Snowy%2BRoad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553256627406405426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on in my drive to work, I was wending my way along a lonely Freeway, when I felt the tail end of my car sliding out from behind me.  I know what to do in that case, so I turned into the spin, and my car straightened back out, but it wasn't done with me.  Immediately, my tail end spun in the other direction.  This time I was unable to keep control of the car, and I was whirling along the road like a pinwheel in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally came to rest, I was sitting sideways in the road, but otherwise, I was fine.  I hadn't hit anything, and no one had hit me.  I cranked the wheel, pressed the gas, and soon had my car righted.  I proceeded on my way to work, happy that things weren't any worse than they'd been.  Luckily for me, I was on a big three lane wide road that was completely empty of traffic.  There was simply nothing to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to count my blessings, because yesterday, a group of people had the same problem that I did.  They spun out on the highway, losing control of their car.  Only the highway they were driving on was a busy highway.  A truck that was following close behind them broadsided their car, and just for good measure, one other car got in on the action as well.  Three of the four people in that first car were killed on impact, and the fourth is critically injured in the hospital.  I never thought I would consider having to be at work at 3:00 a.m. a blessing, but today, it sure turned out to be one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-7285029055931954911?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/7285029055931954911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/spin-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7285029055931954911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/7285029055931954911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/spin-out.html' title='Spin Out'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytcBOD0VVUk/TREheu8kfzI/AAAAAAAABg0/YrApcbDNkPM/s72-c/Snowy%2BRoad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3795935804548702494</id><published>2010-12-17T11:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:35:59.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was driving home from work, and as I was topping the last hill before my house, a car coming in the opposite direction flashed his headlights at me a bunch of time.  I wasn't sure what he wanted to tell me.  My headlights were on...I wondered if maybe one of the bulbs was out, and I was driving around like One-Eyed Willie or something.  Or was it something else?  Was there danger ahead?  Debris on the road?  I slowed down just in case.  There could be a cop waiting ahead, for all I knew, just hoping I'd speed down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several cars behind me, and they were probably all irritated that I had slowed down, but when we all passed the sheriff's car that was positioned in the church parking lot just past the point where the speed limit drops from 45mph to 35mph, they probably changed their curses to thanks.  I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmastime, but I have no idea if that motivated this guy who flashed his lights at me or not.  He definitely spread a little more peace on the earth and I felt his good will toward men.  I sure couldn't handle a speeding ticket right now, so I'm really grateful to that guy for warning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, I'll have to try to remember to return the favor, or pay it forward or whatever the proper phrase may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3795935804548702494?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3795935804548702494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-lights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3795935804548702494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3795935804548702494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-700904499536530777</id><published>2010-12-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:54:00.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertigo...</title><content type='html'>...was not only a fine film directed by Alfred Hitchcock.  It apparently is something that I have a tendency to suffer from.  I never knew until I put myself hundreds of feet in the air on the bridge that spans the canyon where the Hoover Dam is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB9z4WPgXI/AAAAAAAAARI/GM54zWdB2Uw/s1600/Dam%2BBig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB9z4WPgXI/AAAAAAAAARI/GM54zWdB2Uw/s400/Dam%2BBig.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548573071172927858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, taking another crappy self-portrait.  I didn't get all the dam in the background, but it's okay, because I got a picture of the dam by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB90fl1tCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zn9DTt7ze8s/s1600/HooverDam04Dec2010%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB90fl1tCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zn9DTt7ze8s/s400/HooverDam04Dec2010%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548573081707328546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After snapping these noteworthy photos, I looked down at the canyon below me.  My stomach did not appreciate the view.  I was sick to my stomach for at least a half hour after that.  It took about that long for my stomach to quit complaining two days before when we went on those world famous teacup rides at Disneyland too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just a lightwieght after all.  If only the scale agreed with me.  Too many snacks in the car, and now it tells me I'd better start exercising or the next time I step on there it may break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-700904499536530777?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/700904499536530777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/vertigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/700904499536530777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/700904499536530777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/vertigo.html' title='Vertigo...'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB9z4WPgXI/AAAAAAAAARI/GM54zWdB2Uw/s72-c/Dam%2BBig.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3312673568086202051</id><published>2010-12-13T12:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:49:00.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When You Thought It Was Safe...</title><content type='html'>...to go back in the water, the fat guy shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB9EGmuq1I/AAAAAAAAARA/EwObTJB-CGo/s1600/Big%2Bon%2Bthe%2BBeach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB9EGmuq1I/AAAAAAAAARA/EwObTJB-CGo/s400/Big%2Bon%2Bthe%2BBeach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548572250366454610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am very skilled at the self-portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I found that the beach was much more private when visited in December.  Maybe that's because the water is so bone-numbingly cold.  Sure it only gets worse the farther north you go, but nobody's dumb enough to get in the water farther north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I freeze my feet to painful levels, the damned seagulls at my lunch when I had my back turned.  One bird pecked through the plastic bag to get at our bread, and once a seagull has touched something of yours, you sure as hell don't put it in your mouth.  Rats with wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wound up eating at a nearby McDonald's.  Not a huge step up from seagull-pecked bread, but at least it was sanitary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3312673568086202051?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3312673568086202051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3312673568086202051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3312673568086202051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe.html' title='Just When You Thought It Was Safe...'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB9EGmuq1I/AAAAAAAAARA/EwObTJB-CGo/s72-c/Big%2Bon%2Bthe%2BBeach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-2769060576741694370</id><published>2010-12-10T12:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:31:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Hear The Remix!</title><content type='html'>I've been to Disneyland a few times in my life, but it's been many years now.  I'm not like some of those serious Disney-philes that are there at least once a year sometimes for weeks at a time though.  I've been to Disneyland twice before and Disneyworld once.  But that was enough to get the feel of it, you know.  Disney is a peculiar kind of park.  It's for kids, and it's kind of anchored in a certain time period's technology.  Animatronic figures make up a huge part of their attractions, from the Abe Lincoln to the Carousel of Progress to the Small World to the Jungle Cruise to the Tiki Room to the...you get what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of these rides have been the same since the 1950s when the park opened in the first place.  So everybody gets that same Disney experience.  And many of these rides have become so iconic that even though people hate them, know they will hate them, they still stand in line for them and take the time to float through them at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not one of those people who might hate a Disney ride.  I went on the Small World ride last week and actually loved every minute of it, especially the big finale.  But it wasn't the normal Small World ride.  It was the remix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Christmas season, Disney does everything up in fantastic Christmas decorations.  They're really nice and beautiful.  They have a Christmas parade, and fireworks that culminate with a fake snowfall (pretty cool, except that I see real snow all the time.  We'd come to L.A. to escape the snow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB7c-FJKBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_qTD9MojOWU/s1600/MainStreetDisneyland02Dec2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB7c-FJKBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_qTD9MojOWU/s400/MainStreetDisneyland02Dec2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548570478551574546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's main street done up in Christmas decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB7_AKeFTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iAm0EHerJ2I/s1600/SleepingBeautyCastleDisneyland02Dec2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB7_AKeFTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iAm0EHerJ2I/s400/SleepingBeautyCastleDisneyland02Dec2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548571063226340658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winter version of Sleeping Beauty's castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like I said, I got the remix of Small World.  It was the song everyone knows, mixed into a medley of Christmas songs like Jingle Bells.  And they did this in other places too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB7R-QqCII/AAAAAAAAAQo/lC4o-kJXFvs/s1600/JackSkellingtonHauntedMansionRideDisneyland02Dec2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB7R-QqCII/AAAAAAAAAQo/lC4o-kJXFvs/s400/JackSkellingtonHauntedMansionRideDisneyland02Dec2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548570289621305474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's Jack Skellington.  He makes the Haunted Mansion his home during the holidays.  That's cool, to me.  I wonder what my kids thought though.  They'd never been to Disneyland.  They've never seen the Haunted Mansion as it normally is.  It's hard to appreciate a remix or a cover song when you've never heard the real tune.  And worse yet, will my kids show up at Disneyland next time and think it's not as good as the remix is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like me hearing the Tiffany version of the song before ever hearing the Beatles version, and then being disappointed when I finally heard the original, because it was different from Tiffany's version.  That's just not right.  Not right at all.  I hope it doesn't happen to my kids that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-2769060576741694370?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/2769060576741694370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-gotta-hear-remix.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2769060576741694370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/2769060576741694370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-gotta-hear-remix.html' title='You Gotta Hear The Remix!'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB7c-FJKBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_qTD9MojOWU/s72-c/MainStreetDisneyland02Dec2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-577226422848985348</id><published>2010-12-09T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:43:47.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Hollywood Walk Of Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB5_0yvcBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/p8eAprOlpgA/s1600/Big%2BLeslie%2BNielson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB5_0yvcBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/p8eAprOlpgA/s400/Big%2BLeslie%2BNielson.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548568878330638354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into this wreath that had been set out in honor of the late Leslie Neilsen.  It was of course placed over his star.  A great thing about modern technology is that even though Mr. Neilsen or any other star leaves us, their films or music or whatever will always remain for us to remember them by and enjoy again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy that you and I both consider funny told me that if he had to pick the funniest film of all time it would be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Airplane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-577226422848985348?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/577226422848985348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-hollywood-walk-of-fame.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/577226422848985348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/577226422848985348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-hollywood-walk-of-fame.html' title='On The Hollywood Walk Of Fame'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQB5_0yvcBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/p8eAprOlpgA/s72-c/Big%2BLeslie%2BNielson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-660141702225426151</id><published>2010-12-08T15:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:55:03.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far Can Those Donations Take Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQAMCHDzaDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H0cGpakBX8Y/s1600/Big%2BAt%2BEiffel%2BTower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQAMCHDzaDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H0cGpakBX8Y/s400/Big%2BAt%2BEiffel%2BTower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548447971314722866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we're not Escape Pod.  That's not the real Eiffel Tower.  It turns out there's a nice replica out in "The Middle Of The Nevada Desert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas has a few other replicas too.  The Statue Of Liberty can be found there, and that robot that has been impersonating Cher for the last fifteen years performs there all the time too.  Rest in peace Cher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-660141702225426151?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/660141702225426151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-far-can-those-donations-take-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/660141702225426151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/660141702225426151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-far-can-those-donations-take-me.html' title='How Far Can Those Donations Take Me?'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TQAMCHDzaDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H0cGpakBX8Y/s72-c/Big%2BAt%2BEiffel%2BTower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3970527728160747476</id><published>2010-12-07T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:04:01.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As If Lions Weren't Scary Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TPvwfFLKIvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LyjkfwUw2tQ/s1600/DSCN1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TPvwfFLKIvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LyjkfwUw2tQ/s400/DSCN1439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547291782792487666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mad scientist in Las Vegas had to go and bioengineer them with laser beam eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3970527728160747476?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3970527728160747476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-if-lions-werent-scary-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3970527728160747476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3970527728160747476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-if-lions-werent-scary-enough.html' title='As If Lions Weren&apos;t Scary Enough'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TPvwfFLKIvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LyjkfwUw2tQ/s72-c/DSCN1439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1876333080592399394</id><published>2010-12-06T13:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:58:41.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why No Episode?</title><content type='html'>I'm here to beg your forgiveness.  I continue to underachieve.  It's been quite a dang long time since we put out our last episode, and it's all my fault.  I hope none of you have gone into any sort of withdrawal.  Some people have claimed that such a thing could happen to them in emails that they've sent in, so I'm praying that I don't have guilt to deal with too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it taking so long?  Well, the second Broken Mirror episode it turns out is more than a short story.  It falls soundly in the novelette category.  The story is 10,000 words, which makes it one of the longest stories we've ever done.  I think only "A Place So Foreign," by Cory Doctorow and "Casts A Demon Shadow," by Derek J. Goodman were longer, in all 85 or 90 or whatever episodes were on.  So, it's taking me a long time to edit my way through this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that, my family and I took a trip to Las Vegas and then Disneyland this past week.  So, I just plain wasn't working on it for that week.  I'm back at it, and I have a strategy that I may put into action to try to get double the work done on the story, editing both the sound effects as well as the story reading at the same time.  Normally I finish editing the story reading before I start on the sound effects, so doing this could save a decent amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my deal.  I'm excited to get this story done, and get the next Broken Mirror done as well.  I hope you guys like to listen to them as much as I like to work on them.  Broken Mirror is one of my favorite things of each year, and I really look forward to the reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon to talk about my experiences at Disneyland and in Las Vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1876333080592399394?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1876333080592399394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-no-episode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1876333080592399394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1876333080592399394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-no-episode.html' title='Why No Episode?'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-4655483541821264045</id><published>2010-11-11T15:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:14:50.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Adventures In Writing'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Is A Go Go!</title><content type='html'>Like I said in my previous post, I wasn't able to do NaNoWriMo this month.  Or at least, not the way they want me to do it from Nov. 1st to Nov. 30th.  Instead, I had a shload of crap dropped on top of me to begin November.  There was overtime at work, and stress and pressure to the point that my stomach hurt when I came home from work at night.  I picked the wrong damn time to do this no sugar bet with my wife, because I was in some serious need of some comfort food, and comfort food is not comforting unless you can indulge whatever your craving may be that day (then again, you could say that I picked the right time, because I'd probably have gained back all the weight I lost on my last diet in one week's time if I hadn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, however, my overdose of stress has ended.  The other guys at work get to deal with the rest of the crap, and I'm free.  So, I could do a sort of NaNoWriMo of my own, just starting late and ending late.  I was thinking that I might be able to change my future by participating in this event.  I don't expect to produce a great book, but I do hope to produce a writing habit that could eventually lead me to some writing skill.  Some of you had some encouraging comments to that effect, and today I read a &lt;a href="http://www.maryrobinettekowal.com/journal/shades-of-milk-and-honey-was-a-nanowrimo-novel/"&gt;blog post from Mary Robinette Kowal on the topic&lt;/a&gt;.  She said that her debut novel, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shades of Milk and Honey&lt;/span&gt;, was written as a NaNoWriMo book.  So there's even the possibility of producing something publishable (perhaps with a little post NaNoWriMo editing).  Not likely on your first try--Kowal said she did NaNoWriMo three different times--but even that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will start on November 15th and end on December 15th.  I think I could probably keep with it that whole time.  The only problem I foresee is the fact that we will be taking a vacation to Disneyland in the middle there, so it could trip me up, but we have a laptop that I can bring with me and type on wherever we may be, so I'm going for it anyway.  The longer I wait to start, the longer I'll wait to ever get published by someone other than my own Audio Magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-4655483541821264045?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/4655483541821264045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanowrimo-is-go-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4655483541821264045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4655483541821264045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanowrimo-is-go-go.html' title='NaNoWriMo Is A Go Go!'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-5935126806004826980</id><published>2010-11-10T12:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T12:17:55.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>Holiday Competition</title><content type='html'>The wife and I are doing a sort of competition during the holidays.  It's one of those stop being fat things.  No sugar for the months of November and December with free days on Thanksgiving and Christmas...and perhaps New Years Eve or Christmas Eve, we haven't really decided on those yet.  The idea, of course, is to avoid all those sweets that are brought into the office or wherever during the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only started on Monday, and I've already had to turn down pumpkin pie, apple pie, leftover Halloween candy, root beer floats, ice cream cake, and traditional chocolate cake.  I guess it's good that we started when we did or there'd be thousands of calories from sweets already in my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TNrvwbNE76I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZVQNpM7GpRE/s1600/icecream%2Bcake%2Bquarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TNrvwbNE76I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZVQNpM7GpRE/s400/icecream%2Bcake%2Bquarter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538002307020812194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition part is that whoever gives in and indulges in sweets on days that aren't free must do the chore of the other person's choice.  My wife has already indicated that scrubbing the toilet will probably be chore number one for me.  Not that I'm too good to do such a chore, but if I can get out of it (and benefit my body in the process) then why wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-5935126806004826980?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/5935126806004826980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-competition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5935126806004826980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/5935126806004826980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-competition.html' title='Holiday Competition'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TNrvwbNE76I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZVQNpM7GpRE/s72-c/icecream%2Bcake%2Bquarter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-4617655096135290813</id><published>2010-11-03T19:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:35:10.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Jade's Lair</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you've ever followed the links over from the Dunesteef site or not, but if you haven't, I'm now bringing it to you.  Rich Girardi, who has done voices on several of our episodes, has a...I don't know what to call it...a YouTube show or something like that.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/LadyJadesLair"&gt;Lady Jade's Lair&lt;/a&gt;, and it is muppet-like puppets involved in all sorts of fun hijinx.  The muppets have fun characters, and it's really well done.  So, anyway he did a special Halloween episode, and there was a special surprise at the end for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/1dIo04Pcfos/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dIo04Pcfos?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dIo04Pcfos?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I wasn't depressed enough about my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in memoriam *snicker*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-4617655096135290813?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/4617655096135290813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/11/lady-jades-lair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4617655096135290813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/4617655096135290813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/11/lady-jades-lair.html' title='Lady Jade&apos;s Lair'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-1475180200724217520</id><published>2010-11-02T15:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:16:48.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Adventures In Writing'/><title type='text'>NaNo NoNo?</title><content type='html'>Okay, things have conspired to make NaNoWriMo a little bit impossible for me.  The time that I could use writing extensively has been taken from me.  My sister volunteered me for one thing.  And then there's a giant project at work that I'm going to have to do as well.  So until the eighth or ninth of November, my time will be scarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was wondering, it's still just as good if I start on November tenth and write to December tenth isn't it?  I mean, I won't get a NaNoWriMo super star student sticker to put on my shirt, but in reality, it'll accomplish the same thing for me in my life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the idea of trying to use NaNoWriMo to jumpstart myself as a writer, and I'm not ready to let it go just because the week that it starts is shot for me.  Then again, I suppose it's fairly likely that something else will come along to screw me over on the tenth.  If that happens, then it's time to say this is it...fish or cut bait, son...sh*t or get off the pot...do or do not, there is no try...or some other platitude like that.  Platitudes are good for a writer to use in abundance aren't they?  I wish I knew...I guess I have a lot to learn about writing.  I really need to get started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-1475180200724217520?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/1475180200724217520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/11/nano-nono.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1475180200724217520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/1475180200724217520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/11/nano-nono.html' title='NaNo NoNo?'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3912199230225435426</id><published>2010-10-29T23:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:43:39.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>We had our Halloween party at my work today.  I pretty much whimped out and wore this as my costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TMuu3Urfh0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Wn8Q9ZxLV8E/s1600/Green+Lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TMuu3Urfh0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Wn8Q9ZxLV8E/s400/Green+Lantern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533708832621954882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's just a mask and a plastic ring along with my Green Lantern shirt that I already owned.  It's hard to wear a Halloween costume for a whole day at work though, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I made this post at all, however, is because I wanted to post this guy's costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TMuu3R5su2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/pw99XXKumc4/s1600/The+Count.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TMuu3R5su2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/pw99XXKumc4/s400/The+Count.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533708831876234082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty freakin' impressive, I thought.  The guy made it himself with paper maché.  I'm always so impressed by people who do things like that.  Maybe some day I'll put that kind of effort into my own costume instead of just grabbing a T-shirt out of my closet and calling that a costume...but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TMuwXV34wBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/vd9EK5duP_o/s1600/DSCN1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TMuwXV34wBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/vd9EK5duP_o/s400/DSCN1231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533710482209816594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's a freaking pumpkin.  Hard to believe, but I saw it with my own eyes.  It's not molded clay, it's carved pumpkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3912199230225435426?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3912199230225435426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3912199230225435426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3912199230225435426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/TMuu3Urfh0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Wn8Q9ZxLV8E/s72-c/Green+Lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-3222701926686623748</id><published>2010-10-29T11:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:36:59.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor Of That Auspicious Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ltJ8kK4G90?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ltJ8kK4G90?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-3222701926686623748?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/3222701926686623748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-honor-of-that-auspicious-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3222701926686623748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/3222701926686623748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-honor-of-that-auspicious-day.html' title='In Honor Of That Auspicious Day'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487651032830668930.post-239661214459432456</id><published>2010-10-26T16:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:16:38.670-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Adventures In Writing'/><title type='text'>Is It Worth It?</title><content type='html'>Okay, enough of me whining.  Instead a completely non-depressing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rish asked me the other day about NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month event that happens each year in November.  He asked me if I had to start in November and write a novel, what would I write.  Since November is very close, I figured I would have to use a story idea that I had done significant planning on already.  So I told him what story I would do, the one about the alien possession...hell, I mentioned it in this week's episode that just hit this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then Rish went home, and I was left alone with my thoughts.  My eyes are always bigger than my stomach, and soon I was wondering if NaNoWriMo was something that I could accomplish...or at least attempt to accomplish.  After a little while, I had basically convinced myself that I should do it.  Then a bunch of crap happened that sucked away all my free time for the next week, and now I'm wondering again if it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I pose these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think something like NaNoWriMo would be worth it? Or just a waste of time and energy?  Just a frenzy that accomplishes nothing useful, destined to end badly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do any of you have experience with NaNoWriMo?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your experience like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you think I should do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2487651032830668930-239661214459432456?l=biganklevich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/feeds/239661214459432456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-it-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/239661214459432456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2487651032830668930/posts/default/239661214459432456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biganklevich.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is It Worth It?'/><author><name>Big Anklevich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436070868726323659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxoChqIovf8/S_S4udFVQKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pDpSgr5VgsI/S220/Photo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
