<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111</id><updated>2008-01-11T05:53:51.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Left Coast</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-5815480911785749492</id><published>2008-01-11T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T05:53:51.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please check out the new &lt;a href="http://blog.nbbecker.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER post here again.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2008/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=5815480911785749492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/5815480911785749492'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/5815480911785749492'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-2214372192723242043</id><published>2007-06-26T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:55:03.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New White Stripes</title><content type='html'>Holy Shit! Two posts in one day. Jesus christ how fucking drunk is this guy? No No No... i'm just bored as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been listening to the new White Stripes album, Icky Thump. I gotta say, it's pretty damn good. So first off you really should be a fan before you pick up this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't own any of their other albums buy them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are top 3 favorite songs so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)Little Cream Soda&lt;br /&gt;2.) Rag and Bone&lt;br /&gt;3.) Icky Thump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think if you've heard the album. If you haven't heard it go out and buy their older shit... listen to it for 2 months and then go buy their new album!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2007/06/new-white-stripes.html' title='New White Stripes'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=2214372192723242043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/2214372192723242043'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/2214372192723242043'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-2072805591034210877</id><published>2007-06-26T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:44:26.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Moving</title><content type='html'>Holy fuck it's been a long time since I last put something up here.  And you know what... i seem to be tipsy everytime i do put something up here.  So fuck you if you are going to bitch about my grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah as you might have guessed from the title we are moving.  Shari and I decided that we wanted to move back to NC.   It's been great living in Seattle,  but damn I hate to admit it but NC is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excitted to get back there.  I miss so much about it, and I'm sure I'll miss so much about Seattle.  I think Seattle is a great vacation city, but i'm not sure it's a place where you would want to raise some kids.   I guess I should make a top ten list of shit I'll miss about Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) BEER.  My god it's fucking good out here.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Music.  Sure I didn't get to see all the shows I wanted,  but man there is always something good playing.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Being close to Portland.  You know if i really had it my way thats where i would have ended up!  Portland is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;4.)Being close to Canada.  Say what you will about Canadians,  but when the shit goes down here in America thanks to dick head bush I wouldn't mind being closer to the border.&lt;br /&gt;5.)Seattle Friends.  I really have made some great friends here in Seattle.  I tend to think of Seattleites as being M&amp;M's but instead of a soft candy coating they have a titanium coating!&lt;br /&gt;6.)Public Transportation.  It's better than Raleighs at least.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Food.  Oh man there are some great restaurants here!&lt;br /&gt;8.)The Mountains.  This should actually be closer to 3 or 4.  The mountains out here are beautiful, when you can see them.&lt;br /&gt;9.)... hum drawing a blank here, obviously i enter 10 before 9.&lt;br /&gt;10.)Plants... Yeah they are nice and greeeeen out here.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2007/06/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re Moving'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=2072805591034210877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/2072805591034210877'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/2072805591034210877'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-2080814930257170080</id><published>2007-02-14T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:45:25.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Cities Hilarity</title><content type='html'>So i'm in Minneapolis training one of my clients, UMN. So I decided to head over to the restaurant adjacent to my hotel. It's called Grandma's. So anyway I' have a great meal, a decent beer and I'm getting ready to leave when these two teenagers are sat in the booth behind mine. So yeah it's valentines day and I'm stuck in fucking cold ass Minneapolis but seriously the conversation i'm going to relay to you really almost made not being in Seattle with Shari worthwhile. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : You're gonna love Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Oh, Brian so and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No, Brian such and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yeah he's gay, But he knows that being gay is wrong and he's trying to change. Yeah I roomed with him last year. My mom was really pissed that I wanted to room with a gay guy. But if you were a homophobe and you met Brian you wouldn't be a homophobe anymore.... Are you a homophobe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yeah Janet Jackson is too muscular. Girls aren't supposed to have that much muscles, then they aren't girly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You know Britney Spears is really gross now. I heard she was a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No she is Bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: OH, Bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the girl is ordering after they just got finished talking about going to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yeah i'll take a small chicken salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So we all went out the other night and I ate a ton of candy bars. Yeah all the fat went to the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: To your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yeah.... to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So who do you think is the cutest guy in such and such building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Phelps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yeah there are alot of odd looking guys in this other building. If i were a girl I would say so and so was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe these conversations aren't that funny to you. But jesus I stayed 30 minutes later after I had payed my bill just so I could listen to these two kids talk. Remember this is valentines day... so I'm kinda assuming that this guy was taking this girl out to dinner. I just couldn't help but laugh to myself at what these two kids were talking about.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2007/02/twin-cities-hilarity.html' title='Twin Cities Hilarity'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=2080814930257170080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/2080814930257170080'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/2080814930257170080'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-116822900442672322</id><published>2007-01-07T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:53:50.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>This was our first holiday season away from our families. We decided to stay in the Pacific Northwest rather than paying the gouging airlines for tickets home. We had an enjoyable, happy holidays here, celebrating with great friends and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season kicked off with a lovely trip down to Portland for Thanksgiving. We spent several days with Andy, Jen and their cute pets Koby (hyper pup) and Vega (meow). Koby was smitten by Noah. See the cute pic of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/Noah&amp;Koby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img height="239" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/Noah&amp;amp;Koby.JPG" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 18 of us "transplants" who didn't go home for Thanksgiving got together at our friend Lorra's house to cook dinner. Noah made up a delish turkey, the showpiece and main event. It was tasty as usual (some thanks needs to go to our friend Alton Brown), whereas my pecan pies were a little sorry. Boo to runny, goopy pie filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Thanksgiving and Christmas, we had a Mid-Holiday Feast at our house. The plan was to make up another feast on our own since we didn't bring any leftover turkey home with us the first time around. Noah did it up big again; however, a flood of biblical proportions dampened our dinner plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll recall, Seattle experienced heavy, torrential rains at the end of November that flooded many areas of the city. Our street saw some pretty bad flooding. Noah was trying to help clean the storm drains on the street, and the water came up to his thighs. I'd never seen so much rain in my life! Noah carried me to our house because the water was somewhat high around the townhouses (and I didn't want to mess up my shoes). Luckily, the water never made it into our house, just a little bit in our garage. The rest of the houses toward the end of our street weren't so lucky. Their basements were flooded, and the tenants that lived in the lower levels had to move out. The street was pretty disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the dinner: Some friends actually braved the floods to have some of Noah's turkey. Loren, Russ, Mike Verk and Tad came over and feasted with us. Great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the holiday season is my company's holiday party. Open bar, dancing, fun with people who actually like each other. Definitely not your typical office party. This was the third PN holiday party for us, and it was probably the best one to date. Noah busted some moves on the dance floor with me, I won an iPod Shuffle and Noah walked away with some peppermint bark. Here's a pic of us all dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/PNHoliday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img height="357" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/PNHoliday.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get a Christmas tree this year, but instead decorated a lamp with lights. You get the same effect...okay, not really. But it's still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/XmasTree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img height="321" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/XmasTree.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of sneaky little Boris trying to peek into his presents from Noah's sister, Anna. I like the crazy lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/XmasBoris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img height="239" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/XmasBoris.JPG" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a big Christmas for all of us. Noah got a Nintendo DS and a bowling ball. I got an assortment of scarves and cool socks, as well as season 2 of "The Office" and a bad ass rain jacket. The kitties got a sweet Pet Sport club house from Anna. They looove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="321" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/XmasBorisPlaying.JPG" width="239" /&gt; &lt;img height="239" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/XmasRamonaPlaying.JPG" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas day with our friend Loren and his family in Bremerton. We took the ferry over and had a fun day with the Halls. We enjoyed delicious ham and watched a drawn out, but fun, gift exchange. We appreciated the Halls opening up their home to us as they did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah and I also had a mini holiday with Loren and Sarah. We took off to Leavenworth, a small Bavarian village in the Cascades. The village was absolutely beautiful; everything was covered in snow. We stayed at a lovely inn with a cute loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went snowboarding one day. I didn't bust my ass too much getting off the lift, but I did have a rough day. I took one hard tumble, but what did me in was a snowboarder plowed right into me. I have a gnarly bruise on my right leg, and you could see where the edge of his board slid across my leg. Otherwise, it was a fine day. Noah got some good runs in and broke in his spiffy new jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a good day piddling around the village. Here are some photos of the village and our friends (Noah's the silly one with his hat pulled over his eyes). It was a cold, foggy day, so it's hard to see the huge mountains in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="321" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/Leavenworth2.JPG" width="239" /&gt; &lt;img height="239" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/Leavenworth.JPG" width="321" /&gt; &lt;img height="239" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/LeavenworthKids.JPG" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left to return to Seattle on New Year's Eve. As we packed the car, Noah spotted the coolest thing. There was a little barn owl sitting in the snow outside of our cabin. Check out the owl and see if you see something "different" about the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="239" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/Holidays/Owl.JPG" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the legs sticking out from beneath the owl? That little owl had just killed a bird for breakfast. It was amazing how an owl killed something that was its own size. You kind of felt bad for the owl though, because he couldn't go anywhere with its kill. The poor thing was probably starving and went for something big (it's eyes were definitely bigger than it's stomach). We watched the owl for a while as it tried to fly away with its breakfast. After a while, it only got so far as 10 feet from where we originally saw it. We didn't stay around to see what the owl did, but I hope it got out okay and filled its belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was Holiday 2006 with the Beckers. We hope you all had a memorable one and got everything you wished for. We wish you the best in the New Year and hope to see you soon!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2007/01/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=116822900442672322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/116822900442672322'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/116822900442672322'/><author><name>Shari</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-115654767713752673</id><published>2006-08-25T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:14:41.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>So I planned on visiting my friends down in Portland this weekend.  We were planning on heading out to Rockaway beach.  This would have been an awesome weekend.  Well besides the fact that Shari wasn't going to be able to make it down.  So I decided that I should take the train down to Portland.  It's about a 3.5 hr - 4 hr trip.  Not too expensive and no stress.  Well I checked for tickets this morning and everything was all sold out.  At this time I was a little bummed but decided to drive down to the train station and ask if they had anything free up.  When I got down there I was able to get a ticket with out any problems.  I was to leave for Portland at 11:20 and get into Portland at around 3.  This was perfect cause Andy in Portland would be able to pick me up and we could head out to the beach around 4.  Ah to think that as I'm writing this post now I could be leaving Portland heading for the beach.  So anyway...  the train leaves right on time. We start making our way down to Portland.  Everything was pretty uneventful just until we got into Tacoma.  Tacoma is about an hour or an hour and half drive from Seattle.  So we stop just about a mile shy of the train station in Tacoma.  The conductor or some other train offical comes over the intercom and states that a train in front of ours had a car derail.  So we waited there for about an hour and a half until Amtrak decided that we would turn around and head back to Seattle and then have busses waiting for us to take us onto whatever the destinations were.  The hell if I was going to take the bus down to Portland.  I wouldn't get in until late in the evening and I'm not sure if I would have had a ride out to the beach until Saturday.  So I decided to just get a refund and come back home.  I'm still not sure if I'll be able to head down there this weekend or not.  We'll just have to see how my bad luck plays out.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/08/bad-luck.html' title='Bad Luck'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=115654767713752673' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115654767713752673'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115654767713752673'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-115344468095367079</id><published>2006-07-20T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:54:19.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patio Project Part II</title><content type='html'>So I finally got the pavers that I ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.mutualmaterials.com"&gt;Mutual Materials&lt;/a&gt;.  I ordered like 700 pavers!  So here is a picture of the patio portion completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="pictures/Patio/PatioPaversAll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="pictures/Patio/PatioPaversAll.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the left side of the patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="pictures/Patio/PatioPaversLeft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="pictures/Patio/PatioPaversLeft.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally here is a picture of the walkway which is to be finished next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="pictures/Patio/Walkway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="pictures/Patio/Walkway.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miscalculated the amount of sand I needed to finish the project so now I have to go get some more sand before I can complete the walkway.  So far it's looking great.  Once I have all the walkway pavers down I'll just need to sweep sand into all the joints and fill in the space around the pavers.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/07/patio-project-part-ii.html' title='Patio Project Part II'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=115344468095367079' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115344468095367079'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115344468095367079'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-115160199067714461</id><published>2006-06-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:46:58.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Edit</title><content type='html'>As per Eddies request I have photoshopped the devil revealed picture.  Please check the comment on the Devil Revealed post to ensure I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Real Devil&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/DevilRevealedEdit1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/DevilRevealedEdit1.jpg" width="322" height="244"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer this picture.  I think it shows Eddies true side.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/06/photoshop-edit.html' title='Photoshop Edit'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=115160199067714461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115160199067714461'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115160199067714461'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-115150959361472821</id><published>2006-06-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:52:58.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Revealed</title><content type='html'>Poor Eddie!  As soon as I saw this picture I was very surprised that eddie had been turned into a devil. So check it out for yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/DevilRevealed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/DevilRevealed.jpg" width="322" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/06/devil-revealed.html' title='Devil Revealed'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=115150959361472821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115150959361472821'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115150959361472821'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-115135367710481714</id><published>2006-06-26T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:32:59.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason and Kaori's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok so if you've read the previous post you would know that Shari and I flew down to Napa, CA this past weekend to visit Jason and Kaori and to celebrate their wedding.  Here are some pictures from the wedding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Waiting&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/waiting.jpg" height="457" width="218"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Beautiful Kaori&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/BeautifulKaori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/BeautifulKaori.jpg" height="644" width="231"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Kaori, Dave and Jason&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Couple and Dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Couple and Dave.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Happy Jason&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Happy Jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Happy Jason.jpg" height="322" width="244"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Good Cake&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Good Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Good Cake.jpg" height="322" width="244"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Wait For Me!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Wait For It.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Wait For It.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Jason and Kaori Dancing&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Jason Kaori Dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Jason Kaori Dancing.jpg" height="583" width="354"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so those are all the cute picutes of the couple. We took a few more pictures so here they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Devil Eddie&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Devil Eddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Devil Eddie.jpg" height="430" width="209"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Katie Monster&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Katie Monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Katie Monster.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Shari and I at the ceremony.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Shari and Noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Shari and Noah.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Noah and Deaver&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Noah Deaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Noah Deaver.jpg" height="564" width="416"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Dave, Noah and Mike&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Dave Noah Mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Dave Noah Mike.jpg" height="244" width="322"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Trueman and Noah&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Trueman Noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Trueman Noah.jpg" height="244" width="322"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/06/jason-and-kaoris-wedding.html' title='Jason and Kaori&apos;s Wedding'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=115135367710481714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115135367710481714'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115135367710481714'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-115135262532427976</id><published>2006-06-26T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:11:19.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napa, CA Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Shari and I spent a weekend down in Napa, CA this past weekend (6/23/06 - 6/25/06).  Jason and Kaori were getting married and so of course we flew down for that.  I'm going to post pictures of everything outside of the wedding here and then create a seperate post for the wedding.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first day we got into Napa we did two wine tours.  Here is a picture from the first winery we visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Winery Tasting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Winery Tasting.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of our visit most people went to San Fran to hang out.  Shari, Eddie, Elaina and I decided to visit one more winery.  We choose the Coppola winery which turns out has been renamed to the Rubicon Estate Winery.  If you ever go to Napa you really should check out this winery.  It has some amazing history and it's absolutely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Rubicon Estate Winery&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Copolla Estate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Copolla Estate.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Shari and I in front of the winery.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Noah Shari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Noah Shari.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Eddie and Elaina in front of the winery.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Eddie Elaina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Eddie Elaina.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Stair Case inside winery. (Make sure you click on the picture)&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/CoppolaStainedGlass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/CoppolaStairCase.jpg" height="360" width="270"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Our better sides.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Eddie Elaina Noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/NapaCA/Eddie Elaina Noah.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/06/napa-ca-vacation.html' title='Napa, CA Vacation'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=115135262532427976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115135262532427976'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115135262532427976'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-115135178886221358</id><published>2006-06-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:59:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patio Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Shari and I decided that we wanted to install a patio in our yard.  I've taken two pictures to show how much fucking work this is.  These two pictures are of the big ass hole in our yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Left Side of Yard&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/patio/Patio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/patio/Patio1.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Right Side of Yard&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/patio/Patio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/patio/Patio2.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get more work done on the yard I'll post those pictures up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/06/patio-project.html' title='Patio Project'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=115135178886221358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115135178886221358'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/115135178886221358'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-114928419782225491</id><published>2006-06-02T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:11:40.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miserables</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Shari and I went to see Les Miserables last night at the &lt;a href="http://www.5thavenuetheatre.org/" target="_blank"&gt; 5th Avenue Theater&lt;/a&gt;. First off let me say that overall it was a decent show.  Now having said that I'll also say that the theater was amazing.  We had really great seats thanks to Shari's co-worker Tad.  Tad has apparently seen Les Miserables like 7 times.  Talk about fanaticism.  So I found a picture of the theater on the net, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mbarrientos.com/fifthlg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mbarrientos.com/fifthlg.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our seats where right under the top left point of the star on the ceiling. Ok so back to the show.  So here are some pros and cons about the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;font-weight:bold"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theater was really awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The set was really cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the singers were hot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;font-weight:bold"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Les Miserables is a musical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The family sitting behind us were crazy and annoying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The seats were uncomfortable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The show was about an hour too long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abbeyboxoffice.co.uk/data/images/originals/lesmiserables-83.jpg" align="right" valign="middle"/&gt; So you might be thinking that I really didn't like the show... and you are mostly right.  First off I was expecting the show to be fucking amazing... why else would Tad have seen it 7 times.  I mean it just wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.  This just goes to show you that if you go into something with low expectations you are going to more then likely enjoy it.  So to everyone out there... stop hyping everything up so much.  Just let the virgins experience it like you did the first time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me also say that I'm not a musical fan.  When I was a kid we owned the Sound of Music and I've seen that like 50 times so that pretty much burnt me out.  I will say this though, the singers were amazing.  They all had great voices and no one made any mistakes.  But hell I don't even listen to the lyrics in most of my music.  It's just another instrument in the song.  So when you go to a show and you are supposed to actually listen to the lyrics to get the story it just doesn't work for me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call me an uncultured basted... I really don't give a shit.&lt;/P&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/06/miserables.html' title='The Miserables'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=114928419782225491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114928419782225491'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114928419782225491'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-114910647941374551</id><published>2006-05-31T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:46:09.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasquatch Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Shari and I attended the Sasquatch Music Festival this past weekend (5/26-29). This year the sasquatch festival was three days. Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.hob.com/tickets/festivals/sasquatch/2006/artists/" target="_blank"&gt;lineup&lt;/a&gt;. The first days lineup was pretty decent. We didn't get to see everybody as we didn't get to the concert until around 7 but NIN was headlining and that was the main reason we went on Friday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shari and I weren't too keen on the lineup for Saturday. I'm not a huge Ben Harper fan. So we decided to sell our tickets. We drove to the gorge to see if we could sell them. On our way there we saw two people standing next to the road trying to buy tickets. So we pulled over and sold both our tickets to them. Boy were we glad to get rid of them. Turns out that Saturday was the shittiest day. It rained most of the day and it actually hailed. Check out this &lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=66f887a7-3c1c-4a91-9a42-478a0e53d053&amp;f=01/64&amp;amp;fg=copy" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. It's highlights of the Saturday show. If you skip to around 1 minute 20 seconds you will see the hail starting to come down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday lineup was fucking sweet. We got to see &lt;a href="http://www.prettygirlsmakegraves.com" target="_blank"&gt;Pretty Girls Make Graves&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nadasurf.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nada Surf&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.arcticmonkies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.decemberists.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Decemberists&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wearescientists.com/" target="_blank"&gt;We are Scientists&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.matismusic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Matisyahu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.clapyourhandssayyeah.com/news.php" target="_blank"&gt;Clap Your Hands Say Yeah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.beck.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Beck&lt;/a&gt;. That's a shit ton of good music. Pretty Girls Make Graves was really good, I haven't really heard much of their stuff but they played a lot of stuff off their &lt;a href="http://www.prettygirlsmakegraves.com/index.php?s=records" target="_blank"&gt;new album&lt;/a&gt;. Arctic Monkeys put on an awesome show, even though you couldn't understand most of what they said to the crowd. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah was by far my favorite show on Sunday. The guitarist/keyboardist/tambourine man was the shit. He had so much energy and didn't stop smiling the entire time they played. If you've never heard CYHSY before please check them out. They are truly an amazing band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only took a few pictures while we were at the gorge. So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Bridge across the Gorge&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/gorge1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/gorge1.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Me, Brent and Tyler&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/nbt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/nbt.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;View at The Gorge&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/gorge2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/gorge2.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Second view at The Gorge&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/gorge3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/gorge3.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Me and Shari&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/shariandnoah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://www.nbbecker.com/pictures/sasquatch/shariandnoah.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/05/sasquatch-festival.html' title='Sasquatch Festival'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=114910647941374551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114910647941374551'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114910647941374551'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-114687982970465792</id><published>2006-05-05T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T18:43:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU BLOGGER.COM</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a fucking book and mother fucking blogger.com lost it.  I tried to spell check it and guess what happened.  It took me to a mother fucking blank page.  God damn you blogger.com.  What the fuck.  Well this is it for me.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/05/fuck-you-bloggercom.html' title='FUCK YOU BLOGGER.COM'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=114687982970465792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114687982970465792'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114687982970465792'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-114679714805926020</id><published>2006-05-04T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:25:36.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tool + Drugs = 10,000 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="www.toolband.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/images/10kdays.jpg" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk,  don't run, don't fucking drive... fly high and go buy this album.  This is yet another amazing Tool album.  I really don't have much else to say other then it lives up to my every expectation.  There are of course some crazy lyrics.  I'm going to post some. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I checked out the link that anonymous posted in the comments.  I have to agree that those lyrics sound more like what the song says.  So I'm gonna repost them above the lyrics I first found.  You be the judge to whats the correct lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-weight:bold"&gt;Lyrics from Let's Sing It.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this if you will &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 to 2AM and actually heating up &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old box of Krispy Kremes at my &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need-to-know post just outside of &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area 51 contemplating the whole &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chosen people" thing but just then &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flaming stealth banana split the &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky,like, wide open never really &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to see it in a place like this &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I think, I'm gonna gonna &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die but something right inside my &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birkenstocks began fuming &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fucking shit... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(holy fucking shit..)(x4) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the x-files beings who were like &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of blue-grey Jackie Chan &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're wicked-shot terrorists all by making the sound &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abananadabanana &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I opened up my bug eyes, my gaping jaw and my.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin pants &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alive in this way &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apparition &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you had me crying out &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadhead chemistry &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom covering the top of me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got me seeing E motherfucking T. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after calming me down with some &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange slices and some fetal spooning &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET revealed to me his singular purpose &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,"You are the chosen one. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who'll deliver the message. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message of hope for those who choose to hear it, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a warning for those who do not. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, the chosen one. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chose me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even graduate from fucking high school. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better listen. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked right through me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With somniferous almond eyes &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what that means &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must remember to write it down &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is surreal &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the time they floated away &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my heart is burning &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this shit never happens to me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe right now &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so real, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I woke up in Wonderland &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a bit terrifying &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be all alone &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell this story &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can anyone tell me why &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a repeat experience &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be coming down? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so real &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's my lucky day &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my heart is racing &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this shit never happens to me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe right now &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe me don't you? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please believe what I just said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See them telling children &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this wasn't all in my head &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See they took a hold of my hand &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And invited me right in &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they showed me something &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down to my bed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet cold and eyes red &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out my head. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive? Or'm I dead? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what they said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit the bed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed as one would be &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placed in my position &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a heavy burden now to be the one &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born to bear and read you all &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details of our ending &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write it down for all the world to see &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot my pen &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit the bed again &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down to my bed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet cold and eyes red &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of my head &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive or'm I dead? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunkist and sudafed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyroscopes and infrared &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't help the braindead &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what they said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit the bed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what they said to me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember what they said to &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me out to be a hero &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what he said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, help me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember what he said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't know... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn, shit the bed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics were taken from &lt;a href="http://www.letssingit.com/?/tool-rosetta-stoned-sp1sd9q.html"&gt;Let's Sing It.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;font-weight:bold"&gt;Lyrics from Lyrics Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then... picture this if you will... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to de-wrap that chili dog &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a box of krispy kremes &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've ID'd an air pollutant [indiscernable] area 51 &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating the whole truth &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of people thinking we just took a flaming &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stale banana split the sky light, well &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One opened up we'd expect to see a place like this &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code red i'll put us in a diamond setting &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right on my birkenstocks in the open &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fucking shit... holy fucking shit... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the x-file be entered &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some kind of blue creature &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[indiscernable] &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at your appearance for a moment you can see &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another banana bourbon enema &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone hovered above my buckeyes &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily chore &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll run over the upper lip but all i could think was &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[indiscernable] fucking cats &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sewer line is waiting &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apparition he had me crying out &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me! sodomy! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dead head chemistry! bladder problems won't stifle me! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can't make it, people who are watching see. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after calming me down with some orange slices and some needle spooning &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He revealed to me a singular purpose, he said, you are the chosen one &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who will deliver the message &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message of hope for those who choose to hear it &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a warning for those who do not &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, the chosen one... they chose me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't graduate from fucking high school &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit the bed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit better &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better listen &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked right through me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With somniferous almond eyes &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what that means, must remember to write it down &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so real, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the time that he floated away &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my heart is pounding &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this shit never happens to me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe right now, it was so real &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i woke up in wonderland &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a bit terrifying &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be all alone when i tell this story &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can anyone tell me why? [indiscernable] &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever be coming down? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so real, finally it's my lucky day &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my heart is racing &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this shit never happens to me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe right now &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe me don't you, please believe what i just said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See they're telling true and... and this wasn't all in my head &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they took me by the hand and invited me right in &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they showed me something &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down to my bed, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet cold and eyes red, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of my head, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i alive am i dead, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what they said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn shit the bed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a heavy burden now to be the one &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born to bear and read to all &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details of our ending &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write it down for all the world to see &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i forgot my pen, shit the bed again&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Typical &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down to my bed, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet cold and eyes red &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of my head &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i alive am i dead, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunkist and Sudafed, gyroscopes, and infrared won't help &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain dead, can't remember what they said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn shit the bed &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what they said to me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what they said to me &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out to be a hero &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what they said &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[indiscernable] oh no &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn shit the bed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics were taken from &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/tool_lyrics_1951/10,000_days_lyrics_28301/rosetta_stoned_lyrics_309717.html"&gt;Lyrics Mania&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/05/tool-drugs-10000-days.html' title='Tool + Drugs = 10,000 Days'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=114679714805926020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114679714805926020'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114679714805926020'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-114394302466100493</id><published>2006-04-01T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:05:13.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Planning for Dummies</title><content type='html'>Noah and I are now happily wed. It's been a long time coming, I suppose. We'd been dating for about 5 and a half years, engaged for about the last year and a half. Time definitely flew by! Apparently not fast enough for some folks since we kept getting nagged by a lot of our friends and family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're now married :) The past 3 months have been heinous, and I thought I'd share some "key lessons learned" that will help you stay sane during the wedding planning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1: Don't consult fortune tellers, soothsayers or monks. They just fuck with your lives and give you impossible timelines to work with. Case in point: We learned in December that March 25 was our "lucky" day, thus, the quick wedding and frantic planning (not shotgun like most people presumed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2: Don't try online RSVPing unless your guests have degrees in CSC, CE or date geeks with the aforementioned degrees. So many of our friends and family (yes, &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; age) had issues with our RSVP page. Who knew it'd be so difficult to fill out "Name" then click on either "Will attend" or "Will not attend"? Don't give your guests the benefit of the doubt -- most people are computer illiterate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3: Save money by employing your large family to help with tasks such as cooking and creating pomanders and bouquets. Think sweatshop. &lt;em&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/em&gt; Our family and friends were great and truly our saving grace. Everybody pitched in somehow, making the crazy week leading up to the wedding manageable and memorable. Seeing my parents' and cousin's houses filled with so many friends and family really was moving and one of the best memories I'll have for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4: Rein in the parental units early on. A lot of people say that planning a wedding will really test the marrying couple's relationship. I disagree. Noah and I were fine through the planning, but what was really tested was the relationship with my mom. She threw curveballs, telling me about additional guests (to the tune of 50 extra attendees) and informing me of Chinese/Cambodian traditions/superstitions at the 25th hour. Make sure everyone's expectations are set and understood from the get-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5: Don't hire your mom's co-worker's nephew DJ unless you've heard him before. He could potentially not recall the first dance song you discussed &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; times prior to the wedding date and outlined in e-mail. You could not have a first dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to scare anyone from having a wedding, just wanted to bring up some things that couples in planning may not consider, especially those combining cultural/ethnic traditions. If only we'd known these things before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah and I both agree that having a wedding was an excellent decision and something we'll cherish for the rest of our lives. Stay tuned for another posting where I'll recap the highlights of the wedding for you (specifically for those slack bros who had the lame excuse of being out of the country). Hopefully, we'll have some pictures together by then so I can throw them up here as well. Later!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/04/wedding-planning-for-dummies.html' title='Wedding Planning for Dummies'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=114394302466100493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114394302466100493'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/114394302466100493'/><author><name>Shari</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-113900239523224589</id><published>2006-02-03T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:34:59.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What Really Grinds My Gears</title><content type='html'>You know what really fucking pisses me off.  Irresponsible people.  So check out this first article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.reuters.co.uk/news/newsArticle.aspx?type=internetNews&amp;storyID=2006-02-03T183327Z_01_N03120698_RTRIDST_0_OUKIN-UK-APPLE.XML"&gt;FUCKING IDIOTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say is read the fucking manual you jack ass.  Here is a picture of page 56 in my ipod users manual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbbecker.com/images/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbbecker.com/images/ipod.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict that we will see some more crazy lawsuits.  Here are my predictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;suing Blizzard Games for creating the most addictive game ever: World of Warcraft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;suing God for natural disasters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;suing city's for shitty air quality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;suing Ford Motor Company for not making cars that run on air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have this fine article.  Take a look.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060203/ap_on_re_us/myspace_assaults"&gt;FUCKING PARENTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this probably pisses me off as much as the jack ass suing Apple for hearing loss.  The problem here is that parents are irresponsible.  They don't monitor what their kids are doing, and as soon as their daughter/son gets into trouble they look to other places for blame.  I bet if these parents knew exactly what their 12 year old kids were doing they would shoot themselves for being bad parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say to this is for fucking christs sake take responsibility for your own god damn actions.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2006/02/you-know-what-really-grinds-my-gears.html' title='You Know What Really Grinds My Gears'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=113900239523224589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113900239523224589'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113900239523224589'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-113338542503584483</id><published>2005-11-30T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:17:05.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Monkies can't shine shoes but if they could they would shine like their asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2005/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=113338542503584483' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113338542503584483'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113338542503584483'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-113200773949360852</id><published>2005-11-14T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:40:15.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carvings</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know it's a little past Halloween... but my friend Rohan sent me an image of his latest pumpkin carving and so I decided I would share it and his others with everyone.  So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="images/halloween/Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="images/halloween/Batman.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="images/halloween/albinotwins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="images/halloween/albinotwins.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="images/halloween/FrontCenter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="images/halloween/FrontCenter3.jpg" height="270" width="360"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2005/11/pumpkin-carvings.html' title='Pumpkin Carvings'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=113200773949360852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113200773949360852'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113200773949360852'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-113157963915910565</id><published>2005-11-09T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:16:10.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Super Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1130268344BATMAN.jpg" height="300" width="300" align="right"/&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/b&gt;. As the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman is a vigilante who deals out his own brand of justice to the criminals and corrupt of the city. He follows his own code and is often misunderstood. He has few friends or allies, but finds comfort in his cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lara Croft&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Neo, the &amp;quot;One&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;James Bond, Agent 007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Maximus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;William Wallace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='46' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;46%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;El Zorro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Terminator&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=92013'&gt;Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2005/11/i-super-hero.html' title='I Super Hero'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=113157963915910565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113157963915910565'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113157963915910565'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-113030851617132431</id><published>2005-10-25T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:51:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ Google</title><content type='html'>Google continues to amaze me to this day.  I can remember when google first came out with their search.  It was the best thing since fried rice.  I use Google search almost everyday.  Google also came out with google maps.  Google maps is very easy to use and you can actually see satellite images of your location.  Now Google has come out with a customized homepage.  This is basically the same thing as MyYahoo,  but much cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of what my Google homepage looks like.  Click on the image to get a better image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="/images/google/google_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="/images/google/google_home.jpg" width="360" height="270"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me highlight some of the neat features of the Google homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have a section where you can add your own bookmarks.  This is ideal for any page that you visit on a daily or weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="/images/google/google_bookmarks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="/images/google/google_bookmarks.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have gmail you can also add a section to display your inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="/images/google/google_mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="/images/google/google_mail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also added a bunch of techy sites.  Of course it would be techy sites.  You can also add many other sites from different content categorizes like news, business, technology and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="/images/google/google_news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="/images/google/google_news.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then this is the coolest thing about google homepage.  You can add any RSS feed as a customized section.  For those of you who don't know what RSS is check out this &lt;a href="http://www.xml.com/pub/a/2002/12/18/dive-into-xml.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Here you can see that I've added two of my favorite blogs to this section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="/images/google/google_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="/images/google/google_blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I've also added a section just for my netflix queue.  No, I didn't add "The Aviator" to the list,  that was Shari's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="/images/google/google_netflix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="/images/google/google_netflix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to find more RSS feeds I really enjoy so I can add them to my Google homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in your own Google homepage then goto &lt;a href="www.google.com"&gt;Google.com&lt;/a&gt;, and look for the link "Personalized Home".</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2005/10/i-google.html' title='I &amp;#9829; Google'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=113030851617132431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113030851617132431'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/113030851617132431'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-112982798423712742</id><published>2005-10-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:07:42.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What Grinds My Gears</title><content type='html'>You know what really grinds my gears.... that lasagna is spelled with an s. I mean come on look at the pronunciation of it &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=lasagne" target="_blank"/&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now on I'm going to always spell lazagna with a z.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2005/10/you-know-what-grinds-my-gears.html' title='You Know What Grinds My Gears'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=112982798423712742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/112982798423712742'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/112982798423712742'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-112909393603748056</id><published>2005-10-11T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:02:09.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games These Days.</title><content type='html'>So,  I've been playing this game called World of Warcraft,  or wow.  For those of you who love RPG games this is the game for you.  Basicly you can create a character and then run around a massive online mulitplayer world killing shit.  Yeah thats basically the run down.  So I created  a character named "Beardedclam".  Well I was playing with this character for quite some time until I received the following e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Account Name: NBBECKER&lt;br /&gt;Realm: Llane&lt;br /&gt;Character Name: Beardedclam&lt;br /&gt;Account Action: Warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offense: Naming Violation - Obscene/Vulgar&lt;br /&gt;This category includes both clear and masked names which:&lt;br /&gt;.       Are inappropriate references to human anatomy or bodily functions&lt;br /&gt;.       Are pornographic in nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name selected for this character has been deemed as inappropriate for the World of Warcraft by the In-Game Support staff of Blizzard Entertainment. Upon your next log-in, you will be prompted to select a new character name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was pretty pissed that I had to change my name... but I agree that it could be an inappropriate reference to (female) anatomy.  I wanted to change my name to P.Nis but I figured Blizzard wouldn't like that too much. So I changed my name to just Clam.  Everyone in my guild was calling me Clam anyway so I figured it was the easiest transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my character had been flagged due to Blizzard requiring me to change my name because I received the following e-mail a few days after I changed my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Account Name:  NBBECKER&lt;br /&gt;Realm:  Llane&lt;br /&gt;Character Name:  Clam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Account Action: Warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offense:  Obscene/Vulgar&lt;br /&gt;This category includes both clear and masked language which:&lt;br /&gt;.       Is an inappropriate reference to human anatomy or bodily functions&lt;br /&gt;.       Is pornographic in nature&lt;br /&gt;10/10/2005 21:36        Clam    &amp;Immortal       what a fucking idiot.... oh well i'm not complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details (Note - Times are listed in Greenwich Mean Time, GMT):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actions detailed above have been deemed inappropriate for the World of Warcraft by the In-Game Support staff of Blizzard Entertainment.  For further information, please view the World of Warcraft Policies and Terms of Use Agreement: (http://www.blizzard.com/support/wowgm/?id=agm01712p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware that additional inappropriate actions may result in further disciplinary action, leading up to or including account closure. We thank you in advance for respecting our position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you look about halfway through the above quote you will see this (10/10/2005 21:36        Clam    &amp;Immortal       what a fucking idiot.... oh well i'm not complaining).  So this is something that I had typed in guild chat.  This means that Blizzard has been monitoring my chat.  I'm pretty pissed about this.  I mean I can completely understand monitoring the general chat where everone on the server can read it... but I was chatting in my own guild in which everyone opted to be in.  The really screwed up thing is that there is a profanity filter in the game in which any swear words come out as *$&amp;@ YOU BLIZZARD instead of FUCK YOU BLIZZARD!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2005/10/games-these-days.html' title='Games These Days.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=112909393603748056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/112909393603748056'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/112909393603748056'/><author><name>Noah Becker</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175111.post-112779550913787515</id><published>2005-09-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:36:31.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Inch Nails: Bow down, muthaf*ckers</title><content type='html'>Noah and I saw Nine Inch Nails this past Friday at Key Arena. The show was fucking amazing! I was totally blown away and am still reeling from the experience. I won't blog my heart out like most groupies do, but thought I'd share my thoughts on the show (and say "in yo' face" to people who wanna see them, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autolux and Queens of the Stone Age opened for NIN. We missed Autolux and wish we had missed Queens. Completely let down. All of the songs sounded exactly the same: obnoxious. I don't think I've ever been more annoyed by an opening band. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was all good. I was there for NIN. Noah, who's seen them several times, wasn't expecting much, especially after their latest album. But they played so many of their best singles (Wish, Hurt, Terrible Lies, etc., etc.), and the handful of new songs they did play sounded so much better than anything you'd hear on the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights were on point and probably the best visual show I've ever seen. The video they showed in the middle of the set was poignant and made you really pay attention to the words of the songs (this album is pretty politically charged, specifically hitting on the war and GWB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent Reznor is a genius and has remarkable talent. You could totally feel his energy throughout the night, he was all over the place. He brought the whole show and experience together with amazing music and aesthetics and so much energy and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sum, check out NIN if you can. The best money you'll spend on a show this year.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nbbecker.com/2005/09/nine-inch-nails-bow-down-muthafckers.html' title='Nine Inch Nails: Bow down, muthaf*ckers'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175111&amp;postID=112779550913787515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='nbbecker_blog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/112779550913787515'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175111/posts/default/112779550913787515'/><author><name>Shari</name></author></entry></feed>
