<?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-35517798</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:40:00.412-05:00</updated><category term='shakeology'/><category term='P90X'/><category term='fitness'/><title type='text'>modest alchemist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-8798489990738732642</id><published>2011-09-09T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:44:30.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drawing challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://su.pr/AGGLrs'&gt;modestalchemist sent you this page: allison lehman : show + tell  / 30 Day Drawing Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-8798489990738732642?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8798489990738732642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/drawing-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/8798489990738732642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/8798489990738732642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/09/drawing-challenge.html' title='drawing challenge'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-7073464546420743673</id><published>2011-07-27T01:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:00:08.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nkotbsb</title><content type='html'>Nkotbsb new kids on the back street boys does not sound like they put enough thought into it because it sounds like they are on them. They should have. Had 2 bs and have one of them backward.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Kevin and howies hat died in a terrible school bus accident. Howie buys a new hat which happens to be kevins reincarnated soul.  Only Howie can hear him, but for some incompent reason he doesn't tell the others. Kevin tries to communicate with them, but gets nowhere. Meanwhile, aj also bought a hat. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The bsb. Often turn into knotb. But they are unaware of their own alternate identities. Howies new hat which is kevin, also has a knotb alternate identity. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Ideas for bsb fan satire stick figure comic.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-7073464546420743673?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7073464546420743673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/07/nkotbsb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7073464546420743673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7073464546420743673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/07/nkotbsb.html' title='nkotbsb'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-4722325347145571249</id><published>2011-06-12T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:26:26.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back on it! woo vacation!</title><content type='html'>hey! yesterday was my birthday, and i've had a killer busy weekend. but i'm back on it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, on wednesday, i went hip hop at LA Fitness, and then i tried to do some yoga before bed, but i couldn't finish the video. Today is sunday, and i did an extra 45 minutes of Yoga today to make up for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday, i didn't work out because after work, i came home and spent several hours going through my things and getting ready for my yard sale. Friday, i worked a double, and didn't have time to work out, and also spent the night setting up for my yard sale. i was probably up until 4 am saturday morning. so i missed legs and back and ab ripper x. I just did those today as well to catch up. Saturday, i did my yard sale, and then went to work, and when i got home, i was exhausted from the previous two nights, so i went to sleep and slept till about 1 PM today! ya for sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, i made up for the yoga that i missed, and did the legs and back and ab ripperx to make up for wednesday and thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, i missed chest and back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow, i am going to the zoo. i will try to fit in kenpo and then go to my yoga class which is scheduled for mondays. i will also do chest and back to make up for today. I will be trying to get a pull up bar which i can put in my closet door frame so i can make the most out of that routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday, i will do shoulders and arms (and ab ripperx) when i get up, and then i will do plyo before i go to sleep. this will catch me up for wednesday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now this is the plan, let's see if i can stick to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update, i weighed myself today, and i am 175pounds. that's 5 pounds in a week! that's a lot, but i suspect a lot of it is water weight. Also i used a different scale, which my mom says is off, so i don't really know how accurate this measurement is, or if it even compares at all to the one that i normally use. but we won't know for sure until i go back to work next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goals for this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. catch up with the program by tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. buy a pull up bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. increase my weight or reps (depending on which thing i'm doing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. make it to the first water break in the plyometric routine without wimping out. and then complete the routine at my own pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. find my water bottle so i can drink my shakeology. it's probably in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it is 11:23. it is time to shower, and then go to bed, so i can BRING IT tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to do kenpo before 10:00 AM cause i'm going to the zoo at 10:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-4722325347145571249?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4722325347145571249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-on-it-woo-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/4722325347145571249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/4722325347145571249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-on-it-woo-vacation.html' title='back on it! woo vacation!'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-4377933144643761530</id><published>2011-06-10T13:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:07:39.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>got pretty busy last night, so i skipped the legs and back. I also have to work till 1 am tonight, and will be very busy tomorrow as well. i should be back on track by sunday, and i will be on vacation next week, so i can catch up by doing a week of doubles! woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-4377933144643761530?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4377933144643761530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/update_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/4377933144643761530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/4377933144643761530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/update_10.html' title='update'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-5772834303765429268</id><published>2011-06-09T18:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:05:50.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>candy</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i eat the stuff.. i guess i'm just a grazer, and it seems to be the only thing around here sometimes. oh well, i'm still well below my daily intake, and that already includes my plan for dinner.  :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-5772834303765429268?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5772834303765429268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5772834303765429268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5772834303765429268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/candy.html' title='candy'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-2258755733145945083</id><published>2011-06-09T14:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:12:52.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>legs and back and schedule modification</title><content type='html'>Doing legs and back tonight. I am excited, as i feel that my legs are my worst feature. also strengthening my legs and back will help with my hip issue. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow, and every friday, i work a double, so i am going to switch my rest day and my kenpo day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-2258755733145945083?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2258755733145945083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/legs-and-back-and-schedule-modification.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/2258755733145945083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/2258755733145945083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/legs-and-back-and-schedule-modification.html' title='legs and back and schedule modification'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-8076355979761607152</id><published>2011-06-09T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:57:33.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fail</title><content type='html'>yoga x was fail... but in my defense, i did do hip hop before then, and it did go over by about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yoga video is 90 minutes give or take, and i did about 10-15 minutes before my new roommate showed up to move in the rest of his stuff. so i had to pause for that, and then he wanted to try the program too, so i restarted the video and we did half an hour together, pausing about 15 minutes in to plan a meal with that chicken i've been thawing out. He's a big guy, so the activity takes a lot out of him. and then we went back for another 15 minutes before it was about midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in out with the hip hop being about 80 minutes, and doing roughly 45 minutes of yoga x, i did 125 minutes of activity, so 2 hours. I had planned to about half an hour more than that, with a bit less cardio and a bit more yoga. But it works out. I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go to the grocery store at midnight to get some lettuce, and some other things to make a salad, and also milk and eggs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i ate a wopping total of my soup and a shake, half a cereal bar, and a sammich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning, i weighed myself, and i am down to 177.5 pounds! less than i have been in several months. this does lead me to believe that the soreness i was feeling earlier in the week was attributing to the extra weight. as in a previous post, a blog from Chalene Johnson says that when your muscles are recovering, they hold a lot of water. Since today, i am no longer sore at all, and since i brought it to Hip hop last night and sweat my butt off, i probably lost all that water. i will not see this as an official weight though, and will weigh myself on Monday to get a full week of results. but anyway, yay! -2.5 pounds from start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking pics Monday for my reference, and to be able to do a before and after. woot! and i'll take pics every time i complete a phase.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-8076355979761607152?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8076355979761607152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/fail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/8076355979761607152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/8076355979761607152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/fail.html' title='fail'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-6494256824380623742</id><published>2011-06-08T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:47:56.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hip hop hustle</title><content type='html'>was awesome tonight! just sayin :) i was totally beat by the end. my face is all salty gross. gonna chill for a bit and then kick the ass of yoga x!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-6494256824380623742?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6494256824380623742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/hip-hop-hustle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6494256824380623742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6494256824380623742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/hip-hop-hustle.html' title='hip hop hustle'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-630812751433086422</id><published>2011-06-08T18:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:41:59.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>soreness</title><content type='html'>i was noticing today that i'm not always sore. But i am definitely covered in sweat after the workouts... i wonder if i'm doing it wrong. I mean i'm really expecting to hurt... does this mean i need to up the weight i use?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-630812751433086422?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/630812751433086422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/soreness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/630812751433086422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/630812751433086422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/soreness.html' title='soreness'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-7190710955427795654</id><published>2011-06-08T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:59:25.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>it's humpday everyone! Time to get over that hump! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to Hip Hop hustle tonight! Woot! Then heading home to do Yoga X. then i'm sorting out some junk for my garage sale on Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i've eaten a big bowl of the soup i made with tons of veggies, and delicious catfish. a couple spoons full of peanut-butter and a shakeology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-7190710955427795654?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7190710955427795654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7190710955427795654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7190710955427795654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday!'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-3248908737564158594</id><published>2011-06-07T22:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:57:27.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Tuesday night</title><content type='html'>shoulders and arms is fun. I definitely need to get some 15 and 20 pound weights. i've been using 10 pounders, and for some things, they're too light to get a good burn. as i work up, that will be a good investment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had pizza for dinner (about 1/2 hour before working out), but it was pineapple and almonds on thin crust, so i at least cut out the greasy meat, and still got protein from the almonds. i had about 3 slices (it was cut in squares, so it's hard to estimate). i also had one shakeology throughout the day as well as half a grilled chicken wrap with lots of veggies and minimal cheese. I drank at least 60 oz of water by itself, and about another 24 oz mixed with the shakeology (i water that stuff down a lot. still only use one scoop though, and i don't even use the full scoop).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, my shoulders hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also did ab ripper again as instructed. I really suck at this one, but i'm sure i can do better if i keep doing it. i take a lot of breaks, but i get right back into it, and i can do about 1/2 to 3/4 of every routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to help keep track of my goals at home, i wrote down the program on a dry-erase calendar with a goal date in sight. on july 2, i will complete phase 1. and hopefully, by then, i'll see some sort of change. if not able to see it physically, or by the numbers on the scales, i should at least improve during the workouts. maybe i'll even hit my goal of not wimping out during plyos before the first water break. (fyi, i complete the whole DVD, but i take a lot of water breaks, so i do about 1/2 of what they're doing. also, i have a bad hip condition, so i step through almost everything instead of hopping about, but Tony says that's ok... i do feel a bit one upped by the guy with the fake leg though.... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Yoga X, and i'm also going to my hip hop hustle class at the gym! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-3248908737564158594?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3248908737564158594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/update-tuesday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3248908737564158594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3248908737564158594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/update-tuesday-night.html' title='Update Tuesday night'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-6759501422432151200</id><published>2011-06-07T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:08:15.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>answer to my question</title><content type='html'>I found this post on a discussion board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Why the Scale Goes Up When You Start a New Workout Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Chalene Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most common question I get when I release a new exercise program is, "Help! I'm gaining weight! Am I doing something wrong?" This is a common phenomenon with any new exercise program, such as Turbo Kick, Turbo Jam, Hip Hop Hustle, or others! It's especially common (and temporary) with intense strength training programs like ChaLEAN Extreme or Tony Horton's P90X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivation to start a new exercise program is almost always to lose weight. However, what most personal trainers know--and most at-home exercisers do not--is that a new exercise program often can cause an immediate (and temporary) increase on the scale. (Notice I didn't say weight gain! I'll explain.) This common increase in the scale is also the reason why perhaps millions of people start and then quickly quit their resolution to get fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temporary weight gain explained:&lt;br /&gt;When someone starts a new exercise program, they often experience muscle soreness. The more intense and "unfamiliar" the program, the more intense the muscle soreness. This soreness is most prevalent 24 to 48 hours after each workout. In the first few weeks of a new program, soreness is the body trying to "protect and defend" the effected or targeted tissue. Exercise physiologists refer to this as delayed-onset muscle soreness, or DOMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of soreness is thought to be caused by tissue breakdown or microscopic tears in muscle tissue. When this happens, the body protects the tissue. The muscle becomes inflamed and slightly swollen due to fluid retention. This temporary retention of fluid can result in a 3- to 4-pound weight gain within a few weeks of a new program. Keep in mind that muscle soreness is not necessarily a reflection of how hard you worked. In fact, some people feel no signs of muscle soreness, yet will experience the muscle protection mechanisms of water retention and slight swelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are motivated enough to put up with this temporary muscle soreness. Yet, many, especially those who really need immediate weight loss to keep them motivated, become discouraged and quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I worked with a group of 70 test participants during the development stages of ChaLEAN Extreme, this happened. Who was the most upset and discouraged? You guessed it... the women! I'm happy to report absolutely for every single woman (and man) in our group, the weight increase was temporary and never lasted more than two weeks before they started to see a major drop in the scale. However, these people had the advantage of working with someone who was able to explain to them why this was happening and assure them the weight would come off if they stuck to the nutrition plan and stayed true to the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow a multi-phase exercise plan, such as ChaLEAN Extreme, keep in mind that when you start each phase, your body will be "in shock" again. Don't be surprised or discouraged if you experience a temporary gain on the scale the first week of each phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own personal example of this is running 10Ks. I don't do it very often, maybe once or twice a year. Even though I run on a regular basis, when you run a race, you push much harder. It's natural for me to be insanely sore the next day. It’s also very common for me to see the scale jump 4 pounds the next day from forcing fluids post race and the resulting DOMS. Even though I know the cause of it, it's still a bummer. We're all human and hard work should mean results. Hard work equals results, but our bodies are amazing machines and they know how to protect us from hurting ourselves. Soreness forces you to give those muscles a break. Ultimately you will lose the weight and you will change your metabolism in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is understanding that this is a normal and temporary and stick with the program!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-6759501422432151200?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6759501422432151200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/answer-to-my-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6759501422432151200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6759501422432151200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/answer-to-my-question.html' title='answer to my question'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-1130651077839005411</id><published>2011-06-07T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T16:29:47.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>i want to know how i gained 2 pounds. I did expect to gain some weight at first from doing this, but i weighed myself what Monday and i was at 179.5 and now i'm at 182..... Maybe it's water weight, or i haven't completely digested all that junk i ate last night. i will continue with the program and check again tomorrow to see if today is just a fluke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-1130651077839005411?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1130651077839005411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/1130651077839005411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/1130651077839005411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-3881822477430734072</id><published>2011-06-07T14:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:53:01.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate coming up with titles</title><content type='html'>Did plyos last night! i'm pretty proud of myself, though afterwards, i was starving, so i ate a bunch of junk. I should have just made another shakology instead. oh well... live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i have done a pretty good job so far. I have yet to finish my shakeology, and i had lunch a little later than usual, so i probably won't be starving by the end of the day like yesterday. so no battle with cheetos! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the docket for today is shoulders and arms, and ab ripper x. my chest and back are feeling pretty good from monday, but yesterday, i was pretty sore. Hopefully today, i can get more out of the ab ripper than i did on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday as i was doing plyos, i realized that my sweat was pretty thick, so i'm probably dehydrated. I joined the water club at work today, where basically, we chip in to pay for a water cooler. otherwise we are stuck drinking the tap water, and this building is really old, so you never know if the water is going to be good. It usually tastes terrible, and sometimes it's brown from the old pipes. And i have drank 20 oz of the water club water so far today and have another bottle full and ready to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throughout the videos, tony is always telling you to make goals for yourself. My goal for Plyos is to be able to keep up until the first water break. I am terribly out of shape right now, so i stopped twice before the first water break this last time. but i always tried my best :) This goal should be pretty easily attainable if i just stick with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! i almost forgot! before i did this workout, i went to the gym and did an hour of Yoga with a class. i thought it would be good to get centered and eliminate the stress from the day before doing such an intense workout like plyos. Also, i try to go every monday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, i will be doing YogaX, which i have done before, and it's not too difficult, and i will also be going to the gym for Hip Hop Hustle. it's a lot of fun!  I will probably hip hop before the yoga, so i can use the yoga to cool down and head to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-3881822477430734072?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3881822477430734072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-hate-coming-up-with-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3881822477430734072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3881822477430734072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-hate-coming-up-with-titles.html' title='i hate coming up with titles'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-5770912939275568499</id><published>2011-06-06T20:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:30:11.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yoga</title><content type='html'>Went to the gym and did some yoga. It is definitely helping my back. Came home and had a bowl of cereal. Bringing my calories to 111% not bad. Im going to take a nap and then do plyo and then pick alex up from work.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-5770912939275568499?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5770912939275568499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/yoga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5770912939275568499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5770912939275568499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/yoga.html' title='yoga'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-3962043642154821634</id><published>2011-06-06T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:56:58.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nutrition while at work</title><content type='html'>i'm going to have to do better planning for eating while i'm at work. I should either eat a little later so i don't have such hard cravings, or bring an additional healthy snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid cheetos. why do you have to be so good?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-3962043642154821634?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3962043642154821634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/nutrition-while-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3962043642154821634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3962043642154821634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/nutrition-while-at-work.html' title='nutrition while at work'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-5460287664281572898</id><published>2011-06-06T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:02:10.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving some cheetos!</title><content type='html'>i really want some flamin hot cheetos. I've almost finished my shakeology for today, and i've already had a bowl of the soup i made last night (which was pretty disappointing as far as soups go). The hard part is, i'm stuck at work, and there is very little healthy variety here. I have to choose from a vending machine and a gift shop, and McDonalds. If i can just wait till i get home, i can make another shake, or have a bowl of cereal (i have special k and cheerios). or i can make an omelet or something. anything would be better than McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, update on my weight:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was tipping the scales at 180-181 last week, and now it's a balancing act between 179 and 180. I think adding in the home workouts will be the difference i needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-5460287664281572898?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5460287664281572898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/craving-some-cheetos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5460287664281572898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5460287664281572898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/craving-some-cheetos.html' title='Craving some cheetos!'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-9194496277837919478</id><published>2011-06-06T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:24:12.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling it</title><content type='html'>OUCH! i'm definitely feeling it from yesterday. My back hurt almost immediately after my workout yesterday, and my shoulders and chest were feeling it this morning. Now, since i've eaten lunch, my abs are totally feeling it. I'll admit, i was skeptical of a 10 minute ab ripper workout, but this one has got it going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to invest in a pull up bar, and some free weights. I will do so if i actually stick with the program, i have a terrible habit of quitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-9194496277837919478?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/9194496277837919478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/feeling-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/9194496277837919478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/9194496277837919478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/feeling-it.html' title='Feeling it'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-3796529466004190486</id><published>2011-06-05T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:46:48.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken</title><content type='html'>I'm thawing out some chicken to make some soup for this week as well as other tasty chicken meals. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make soup with chicken breasts, onion, vegetable stock, garlic, salt, pepper, cayanne pepper, and whatever veggies i can find in my freezer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will marinate some chicken for later grilling (or baking) and maybe make some brown rice and broccoli with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably do a stir fry as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-3796529466004190486?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3796529466004190486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3796529466004190486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3796529466004190486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicken.html' title='Chicken'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-6377159297728491663</id><published>2011-06-05T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:19:37.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakeology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P90X'/><title type='text'>p 90x</title><content type='html'>What does the P stand for?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I started P90X. The calendar for the classic run suggests that I start out with pushups and pullups for an hour, and then do the ab ripper video, which surprisingly is only 10 minutes. I really suck at upper body, so that part was really challenging, but if you stick with it, you feel really accomplished by the end of it. I am definitely sore, but mentally, I am not exhausted as I usually am after working out. Can I attribute this to shakeology? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am scheduled to do plyometrics... I wonder how this will play out. Also, tomorrow I go back to work, and I typically don't feel like doing anything after I get home from work. I am also going to the gym tomorrow for an hour of yoga. I find it nice to do yoga in a group, and it is free with my membership at LA Fitness. Yoga has also been helping a lot with my f-d up back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see if I can keep up with the routine. Wish me luck.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-6377159297728491663?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6377159297728491663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/p-90x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6377159297728491663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6377159297728491663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/p-90x.html' title='p 90x'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-8710469248918770229</id><published>2011-06-05T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:26:40.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3 of 3</title><content type='html'>Shakeology cleanse day 3 of 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have actually lost any weight however I have noticed a significant change in appetite. I am far less hungry than usual, although I am still eating a lot of junk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;br /&gt;One shake which I drank throughout the day. I have found that I like the shakes better if I make them with 2 cups of water as opposed to the one cup it requires.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a chicken nugget happy meal from mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;My brother's family had a cookout where I had some grapes, mac and cheese, green beans, and various smoked meats. I drank half a dr pepper, and ate a handful of goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;When I got to work, I ate chili cheese fries, with only 4 oz of chili and cheese combined, which is better than the usual 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better part of the day driving in the car over to kevin's house, which is about 20 miles north of Louisville ky. I live in Indianapolis near the speedway, if that helps with the visual.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-8710469248918770229?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8710469248918770229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3-of-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/8710469248918770229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/8710469248918770229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3-of-3.html' title='day 3 of 3'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-8121309112142133917</id><published>2011-06-03T12:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:56:49.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, food pyramid — USDA is now serving up nutritional advice on My Plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/health/boostershots/la-heb-food-pyramid-my-plate-20110602,0,3942518.story"&gt;Farewell, food pyramid — USDA is now serving up nutritional advice on My Plate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Michelle Obama gave a speech regarding the new nutritional chart for the US. It represents a more balanced diet in a picture we can understand. As opposed to the recent "My Pyramid", "My Plate" shows a better representation of how your plate should look at meals. Though they seem to be having some trouble incorporating exercise into the logo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-8121309112142133917?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8121309112142133917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/farewell-food-pyramid-usda-is-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/8121309112142133917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/8121309112142133917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/farewell-food-pyramid-usda-is-now.html' title='Farewell, food pyramid — USDA is now serving up nutritional advice on My Plate'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-5306891885120521005</id><published>2011-06-03T12:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:31:37.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2 of 3</title><content type='html'>Today will be a difficult day as i am working my usual friday double. 8 hours at IU and then about 5 or 6 hours at Tibbs Drive-in. Hopefully they replenished the fruit bowl, because that will be one healthy choice i can make as far as snacks go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i have consumed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 shakeology shake made with water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 pieces of pizza from hotbox and two breadsticks with cheese (again, i am eating too much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have, now, but have not yet consumed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 bottles of water, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 shakeology shake made with water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-5306891885120521005?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5306891885120521005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-2-of-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5306891885120521005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5306891885120521005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-2-of-3.html' title='day 2 of 3'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-3273552311959479550</id><published>2011-06-02T14:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:27:20.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakeology cleanse</title><content type='html'>Hi All, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently doing a shakeology cleanse. I think it's basically 3 shakes a day and a salad. Shakeology is a nutritious meal replacement that is only 150 calories per serving. Today is my first day, and at this time, I have consumed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 shake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large salad with grilled chicken and balsamic vinegrette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 hershey's candies (shut up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, I feel full, and I still have 2 shakes to go. I usually would break down right about now and go get a bag of flamin hot cheetos, which is really a bad idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Weight, 180 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had another shake. This time i made it with 1.5 cups of milk bringing the calorie count to 300 for this shake.  One more shake to go today if i so feel like it. But again, i am pretty full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: went home and took a nap. afterwards, i had about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup of goldfish and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 piece of pie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i eat terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-3273552311959479550?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3273552311959479550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/shakeology-cleanse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3273552311959479550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3273552311959479550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/06/shakeology-cleanse.html' title='Shakeology cleanse'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-7696074505170078982</id><published>2011-05-22T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:33:12.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxWKOGNaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4GB1zsryb2k/2011-05-21_19-12-49_986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxWKOGNaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4GB1zsryb2k/s400/2011-05-21_19-12-49_986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxV2NtNZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jGI2bU1urt4/2011-05-21_19-11-24_578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxV2NtNZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jGI2bU1urt4/s400/2011-05-21_19-11-24_578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxWYVcWkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/57yuwFx4L6E/2011-05-21_19-12-35_905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxWYVcWkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/57yuwFx4L6E/s400/2011-05-21_19-12-35_905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxW9YCmmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jue5AcEsilI/2011-05-21_19-12-46_763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxW9YCmmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jue5AcEsilI/s400/2011-05-21_19-12-46_763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-7696074505170078982?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7696074505170078982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/05/swet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7696074505170078982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7696074505170078982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/05/swet.html' title='sweat'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NBMPyKA-_ro/TdmxWKOGNaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4GB1zsryb2k/s72-c/2011-05-21_19-12-49_986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-4197685023807883891</id><published>2011-03-22T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:23:10.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sad night last night</title><content type='html'>Last night was tragic. I had just finished watering my ducks when their ramp to the roost came loose and crashed down on one of them killing it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried all night, needless to say. Im going to get another one to replace it so the remaining duck will not grow up alone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is the only video of them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/khV4GI6ylsU" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-4197685023807883891?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4197685023807883891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/03/sad-night-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/4197685023807883891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/4197685023807883891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/03/sad-night-last-night.html' title='sad night last night'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/khV4GI6ylsU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-5667245932941882988</id><published>2011-03-16T17:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:09:19.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby ducks</title><content type='html'>I got baby ducks&lt;div style='clear: both; 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Because of my last-minute cram session ( which started last night ) I feel like I've been in this class for 24 hours. 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Tonight I will be comparing the Noah story with the Epic of Gilgamesh, and the creation story with another Sumerian creation story. Then i'll be writing an outline for an essay comparing the stories. Also I'll be reading about Canaanite gods (Marduk and others). There will also be an essay about that. The rest of the test is term matching and multiple choice.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Overall, I enjoy the class,but some of the students don't get that they can't turn it into a Sunday school session. It's really hard to try to learn the stories and how they were thought of in the times with people clouding the vision with whatever it is that they learned in church. Not everyone agrees with you. 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text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-439851655802731388?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/439851655802731388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/439851655802731388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/439851655802731388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2011/02/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-7125123069594192272</id><published>2009-11-16T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:13:55.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acai Berry</title><content type='html'>Hey all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you have all heard about the wonderful benefits of acai betty and all the hundreds of pounds of lard you will burn whilst paying out the ass, quite literally as well as figuratively for this glorified tropical blueberry. But what about the real side effects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about a billion or more websites out there dedicated to this fruit as if it is the fountain of youth... It will cure cancer, heart disease, obesity, immigration and gay marriage. It costs nothing but 12 easy payments of your soul, and your first born child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things the websites will tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is natural, so there are no side effects.&lt;br /&gt;     Well hello!!!! arsenic is a natural extract of apple seeds, but I guarantee it has side effects. If natural things didn't have side effects, then people who like to smoke Marijuana, wouldn't be trying to hide it from their coworkers, boss, the government and Jesus. Poison ivy is naturally occurring as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acai Berry will boost your metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;     What a load of shit... i mean it's technically true, but it is misleading. Eating ANYTHING will boost your metabolism... especially if it is an organic fruit or vegetable. All you dieting people need to stop starving  yourselves and eat things... not eating things is what makes you huge! our bodies weren't meant for the rollercoaster of binging and fasting. Our bodies need a regular schedule of nutrition so it knows how to properly store and use the nutrition. If you starve yourself, the next time you eat, your body is going to want to store more of the nutrients as fat than it will use to repair your broken cells... Basically... this rollercoaster causes humans to be giant tubs of blubber that age quickly because of the lack of cell regeneration. Eat healthy and exercise... go to the friggin gym... take a walk to the park... take the stairs instead of the elevator, and park your car further away from the front door of mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinical labs have proven that acai berry has no side effects.&lt;br /&gt;     you need to ask questions here. Whose clinical lab? I have a clinical lab, but God knows I'm no doctor. I'm tech support. And I can say anything I want to online... Whenever a site says it has clinical proof, actually look for the clinical proof. it would be published in a SCIENTIFIC journal if it is true... or jeez... they should at least post a link to a graph or something in the sidebar, or the article itself.&lt;br /&gt;     Oh by the way, the only thing the online medical sites like webMD.com have said about side effects is that they haven't had enough time to test the short term or long term side effects of this product, therefore, have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Phil and Oprah have featured acai on their tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;     Ok, do you have any idea how TV shows like this are even put together? Producers have a team of teenagers and early 20 year olds surfing the web for today's next trends. They see the same crap you read about a subject, product, new hat wearing directional preference, and they test it on their target demographic. in the case of the acai berry and any of it's associated products, the demographic is pudgy housewives who do nothing but watch oprah and dr phil all day. So the topic team says "oh cool, let's feature this!" they gets tons of money from the acai berry distributors for the advertisement that they are going to run on the show (the show is a big advertisement by the way, but that is another topic) and oprah gets a few "experts" to dress up like scientists and proclaim that acai is a new miracle.... Does anyone remember when she did atkins or south beach? it is a pattern... stop being so blind! By the way, Dr Phil is not a medical doctor, he is a therapist... With 4 more years of school, i'll be a doctor too... a doctor of Media arts and Technology... but i'm sure you won't want my medical advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now that i'm done trashing massive copy and paste job of the acai berry promoters. let me tell you this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of person who will try pretty much anything. I tried Clean and Clear advantage for my face (which actually worked for a little while) i tried being Vegan (failed miserably after 1 good week) i tried south beach, atkins, joining a gym, running regularly, birth control (as some of them actually cause weight loss and prevent acne) and wii fit. now i'm a normal average american girl. a little overweight. I'm relatively healthy, and i have no marks on my medical history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the acai cleanse detox thing that i found in my supermarket. a friend actually recommended it to me. apparently she lost 2 sizes on it... good for her.  so i took it home and excitedly read all the info on the bottle, took my 2 pills and drank my 8 ounces of water. That night i woke up from a sound sleep at 4:00 am, vomited all over the place, had to drink about 2 liters of water to get re-hydrated, and i've had a migraine headache for the last 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER had a migraine before EVER. there is NO history of migraine in my family at all. And yes i know it was a migraine cause it was so painful i couldn't get out of bed for 2 of these 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would post a bad review about acai berries since there aren't any&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-7125123069594192272?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7125123069594192272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/acai-berry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7125123069594192272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7125123069594192272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/acai-berry.html' title='Acai Berry'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-1030406896835140018</id><published>2009-09-03T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:07:19.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road to Being Healthier</title><content type='html'>I didn't start talking about this when i started, mainly because i always do this thing where i will start something and then not follow through. But anyway. today marks my 10th day of not eating animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this change only, i've already lost 4.5 pounds. Yay me! putting me at 165.5pounds as of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week of this and i think i can officially call myself a vegetarian. I feel much better than i have in a while, although there is still a ton of room for improvement. I've been getting lots of compliments though, because apparently i've lost all the weight from my face :)&lt;br /&gt;My clothes fit better too! my size-12 pants were getting a little tight there for a while, and now i can wear freshly washed jeans without feeling trapped all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more pounds and i should be able to get back into my 10's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been weighing myself on one of those scales they typically use in the doctor's office. The kind that have the weights that you slide from left to right. and i've been using the same scales every time i weigh myself. Which is what you should do because no two scales are ever calibrated the same and it could make you think you've gained or lost pounds that you haven't. (you should try to wear the same clothes as well )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been wanting to do this for a little while now. I used to be of the mindset that God made the animals delicious because he wanted us to eat them. But even if that is the case, i dount he intended humans to factory farm raise and consume animals in the quantities and using the methods we use today. With all the hormones and antibiotics we pump into factory farm animals, it's no wonder to me why so many americans are sick and overweight these days. It's really no wonder to me why young boys and girls are having so many behavioral problems and maturing faster than they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this whole past year i've been working hard to change something in my life for the better. And finally, i've been able to cut out the animals. Who knows where this will lead me in the future? maybe i'll lose lots more weight. Maybe i'll be retardedly cute. Maybe my acne will clear up. Maybe i'll finally feel better about myself. Maybe i'll have more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, there's the blog for today. i'll try to hit it up next week and tell you all how things are going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-1030406896835140018?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1030406896835140018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-road-to-being-healthier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/1030406896835140018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/1030406896835140018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-road-to-being-healthier.html' title='On the Road to Being Healthier'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-627305237833936921</id><published>2009-06-04T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:45:25.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Out</title><content type='html'>hey i was messing around on youtube and i thought i'd try this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="416" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFMhHJ9q5oRLic3jtgYIHLF1Sy_LR4xhIU0="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFMhHJ9q5oRLic3jtgYIHLF1Sy_LR4xhIU0=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="416" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some of the videos i've done for various things. You've probably seen them before. But here they are again in one nice neat little player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-627305237833936921?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/627305237833936921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/627305237833936921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/627305237833936921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-out.html' title='Try Out'/><author><name>Modest Alchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621339596830327125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-9053449886198298843</id><published>2008-12-04T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:11:36.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii II and Nintendo DSi</title><content type='html'>So there is talk about Wii 2 coming out in 2011. It is basically going to be the same thing but with better hardware. Like the jump from gameboy to gameboy advanced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking about gameboys, Nintendo released the DSi (no idea what the "i" stands for) in Japan on November 1, 2008. which features a 3 mega pixel digital camera, a smaller body than the DS Light, bigger screens, an internet browser, and no GBA slot for games. So good luck playing guitar hero on it. So it's like you actually have to have a GBA and a DSi to play all the gameboy games. (since DS couldn't play first generation gameboy games... I had to buy tetris all over again ** angry face **).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo has spent like 300 million dollars on research and development in the past 5 years, so they've got to have something good come out of it all. so i bet the systems will both be great if you can get over the inability to play older games on the new DSi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-9053449886198298843?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/9053449886198298843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/wii-ii-and-nintendo-dsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/9053449886198298843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/9053449886198298843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/wii-ii-and-nintendo-dsi.html' title='Wii II and Nintendo DSi'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-3945697269238074715</id><published>2008-10-20T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:24:40.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit: Day 8</title><content type='html'>Well Friday I didn't play. I hung out with my boyfriend instead because we have opposite work schedules and Friday is just about the only day I can see him. And then Saturday I didn't play because I was out of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played for a while. I unlocked the free run by doing the long ass run for the second time. It's rough trying to run the whole 11 minutes. I did some strength exercises. The plank and the leg and arm extensions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calves hurt like a bitch from all the running in place. and my abs hurt in places too, but not so much. I need to work more on core exercises, and probably keep the running to a minimum for a little while... but i like to do it, so it's hard to quit... maybe i should just keep running. I mean it gets my heart going, and i enjoy it. Perhaps i should do two sessions of 6 minutes instead the 11 minute run once. But then again, it is supposed to hurt... that way you know it's working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for today, i plan to warm up with all the yoga that i have unlocked so far, which is about half of them. and then i'll probably run for 6 minutes, do some strength training and then run for another 6 minutes. and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating my stats today too. I figure I'll do this every Monday because things change so much in a day that it would be impossible to measure progress on a day to day basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-3945697269238074715?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3945697269238074715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3945697269238074715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3945697269238074715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-8.html' title='Wii Fit: Day 8'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-5569948308044471649</id><published>2008-10-16T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:32:06.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit: Day 5</title><content type='html'>Yay! Day 5! That's a work week. Officially, I worked out for an hour on the game today. I also walked about 15 minutes with my family outside in the nice weather. So... Just as i have read, the wii fit age doesn't really mean anything. if you botch one of the balance tests it'll give you a bad score. but the good news is that you can take it again and again in the same day, and it'll overwrite your previous score if you don't think you did well. &lt;br /&gt;More good news is that i'm actually starting to drop the weight. It's been fluctuating up and down about 4 pounds, but the trend is starting to go down. The games are still really fun. And the yoga is relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a problem with the rowing squats... It's pretty impossible to keep your center of balance in the blue area while you're doing them... no one can stand that way without falling on their ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-5569948308044471649?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5569948308044471649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5569948308044471649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5569948308044471649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-5.html' title='Wii Fit: Day 5'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-2650550195392295922</id><published>2008-10-16T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:43:17.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit: Day 4</title><content type='html'>I skipped out on exercising today... officially. I ran around a ton at work, and i think that counts for something. That and i heard some bad news about my house, so i decided to go out and drown my sorrows instead. which strangely enough didn't include any real drinking. I went out to the comedy club with some friends, but the show was canceled, so we went to the irish pub and i shared a cider beer with Biba, and ate a salad. It was pretty good. mmm. So in conclusion, i love my friends, and i'm going to have to wait 2 more weeks for my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-2650550195392295922?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2650550195392295922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/2650550195392295922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/2650550195392295922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-4.html' title='Wii Fit: Day 4'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-6055204574667693126</id><published>2008-10-14T19:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:38:09.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit: Day 3</title><content type='html'>Well so far today, I haven't used my wii fit at all... But i did run with my Ipod for 22:23 minutes which took me 1.98 miles. Which is close enough for me because i can't seem to calibrate the darn thing. My pace is currently 11:19 per mile which is good for me. in the past three weeks I've bettered my pace by almost 2 minutes/mile. I'm going to put this exercise into my wii time piggy bank so wii fit will keep track of it for me. it also counts towards points to unlock new games... so i'm told anyway. Well... i'm going to go wash my sweaty face and drink a huge glass of water so my stomach doesn't cramp up. Then I'm off to play wii fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... &lt;br /&gt;When i played wii fit, i did the ultimate hula hooping which was 2 minutes of spinning in one direction and two minutes of spinning in the other direction. Which was fun... my sides hurt now though. And then i did all the Yoga available which is up to the palm tree pose. I also added in my time from my run. Running counts for two credits per minute of run, and walking counts for 1 credit per minute, so i split it evenly between the two because god knows i didn't run the whole time. so time earned from my run was 33 minutes when i actually was only out for 22. and then i did about 10 minutes of wii fit exercises. And at that point, i was pretty beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gained another pound, and i blame it on indigestion, and it being that time for me. Wii suggests that i should eat more fiber. But i like grape nuts so that's not hard for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-6055204574667693126?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6055204574667693126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6055204574667693126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6055204574667693126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-3.html' title='Wii Fit: Day 3'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-1086626356765663222</id><published>2008-10-14T14:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:29:12.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Last night, I played Wii fit for half an hour of play time. I went through and unlocked more stuff in each section. I jogged the longer running course, and that took a lot out of me. I was sweating a lot by the end of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hula hooping game was fun, and i can really feel it working my mid section. I didn't get as many spins in this time causing a 3rd place score, but that's alright because i unlocked advanced hula hooping. I also unlocked the tightrope walk. which is funny. I fell twice before completing the game with less than 10 seconds on the clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unlocked the longer repetitions in the strength games, and i also tried the lunges for the first time. Which were fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit playing the game when it told me to take a break. Whereupon i invited a friend over to watch the monday night programming on CBS. In your face Brighthouse subscribers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 160&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3&lt;br /&gt;Wii Fit time: 35 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Wii Fit Age: 24&lt;br /&gt;Actual Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you will note, i gained a little weight, but i'm guessing that was because i ate dinner right before i played this time, and i was wearing heavier clothes. It'll probably be down again tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-1086626356765663222?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1086626356765663222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/1086626356765663222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/1086626356765663222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-tuesday.html' title='Wii Fit: Day 2'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-3337878025198002630</id><published>2008-10-13T15:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:44:45.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit: Day 1</title><content type='html'>I played Wii Fit for 30 minutes of actual play time today. Which is the amount of time you spend on the game minus all the navigating through menus and what not. I just went through and tried out all the games and basically got a feel for how to play, and the system as a whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what i have read, the wii fit age it gives you is complete BS, and also it doesn't take muscle mass into account when calculating your BMI, so if you're really ripped, and you weigh 200 pounds of muscle, the game will still tell you you're fat. So in conclusion, this game is not for people who already have the will power to keep at it at the gym. This is a game for people who are too embarrassed about themselves to go outside. So it's for me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did pretty well at the first few yoga poses which consisted of just standing and breathing with good posture, the sun salutation, the tree and the half moon positions. my center of balance only got outside of the yellow areas for miniscule periods of time while i was moving. but i got 4 and 5 stars with all exercies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also did about 1/2 of the strength training exercises. the pushups were really hard for me, and i was even doing girl pushups.. i'm an upper body loser for sure. but the  side planks were relatively really easy... i don't know. then i did the jackknife. which was fun, and a few other exercises that were of various difficulties. i don't really remember the strength training, because it wasn't my favorite thing to do. but the game was encouraging anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did aerobics which consisted of sessions of the short distance run of 3 minutes each. the runs are fun. You have to put the wiimote in your pocket or hold it while you jog in place behind a mii running down a path. you can't pass him or you will trip and fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i've been running with my ipod, i've gotten pretty accustomed to running, and i love it, so the wii running is something i will probably do every day. I unlocked the long run which i think is 6 minutes, but i haven't played it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also under the aerobics category is hula hooping where you pretend that you're hula hooping and try to keep you mii from dropping the hoop. also you have to catch other hoops that other mii's throw at you. then it keeps track of the number of spins you make. i got 5 away from 300 the first time, and the second time, 15 away (i missed catching a hoop the second time) but that was a fun ass game too. which i will definitely play again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally under aerobics, i played the stepper dancing game. which is like really slow step aerobics, but you're in front of an audience, and you and every mii in your mii plaza are up on a stage doing it all at once. then you follow along with the miis in a stepping game. it's pretty cool, and would be good for older people to play just to get moving slowly and safely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care so much for the balance games... because i sucked at them. but i'm sure i'll get better as i practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently:&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 157&lt;br /&gt;BMI: Overweight&lt;br /&gt;Wii Fit age: 27&lt;br /&gt;Actual Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;Time Played Today: 31 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-3337878025198002630?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3337878025198002630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3337878025198002630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/3337878025198002630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit-day-1.html' title='Wii Fit: Day 1'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-5323004572603031210</id><published>2008-10-13T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:16:34.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I have been in the process of moving pretty much all year. It's a long process from graduating to getting a good real job, and then the months and months of actually looking at houses, finding one i can tolerate, securing roomates, and then finally completing all the paperwork. I should be closing tomorrow and moving this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a copy of Wii Fit for my Wii. I'm going to play it every day and keep this blog up to date on the progress I am making with it. I've also been given a new Ipod touch for this Grant i'm helping out with, and i've been using the Nike + thing to keep track of my semi-daily running routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, i've been running pretty regularly for 3 weeks with my Ipod (going out for at least 15 minutes for an average of 4 days a week.) And where i haven't been actually keeping track of my weight because it's not good to weigh yourself all the time, my mile pace has steadily gotten faster. I have dropped about a minute from my average mile time. Now i run at about 12 minutes per mile, which is not the greatest, but it's not bad either. ( in high school, i did an 8 minute mile )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. i'm hoping that with the combined efforts of the ipod and the wii i will be able to lose like 15 pounds in 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;But we'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-5323004572603031210?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5323004572603031210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5323004572603031210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/5323004572603031210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-fit.html' title='Wii Fit'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-2648434585945258133</id><published>2007-10-10T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:09:03.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kermit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gLxUPe6G32k/Rw0xQYaG1CI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ovf93jUnli4/s1600-h/kermit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gLxUPe6G32k/Rw0xQYaG1CI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ovf93jUnli4/s320/kermit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119802508889740322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're bored in IT...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-2648434585945258133?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2648434585945258133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2007/10/kermit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/2648434585945258133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/2648434585945258133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2007/10/kermit.html' title='kermit'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gLxUPe6G32k/Rw0xQYaG1CI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ovf93jUnli4/s72-c/kermit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-7930025673131714358</id><published>2007-10-10T15:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:34:21.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this island cameron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gLxUPe6G32k/Rw0pHoaG1AI/AAAAAAAAACg/um3SlOMVnDs/s1600-h/this+island+cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gLxUPe6G32k/Rw0pHoaG1AI/AAAAAAAAACg/um3SlOMVnDs/s320/this+island+cameron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119793562472862722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An homage to Kirk Cameron's huge forehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-7930025673131714358?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7930025673131714358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-island-cameron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7930025673131714358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7930025673131714358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-island-cameron.html' title='this island cameron'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gLxUPe6G32k/Rw0pHoaG1AI/AAAAAAAAACg/um3SlOMVnDs/s72-c/this+island+cameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-6075530188934497579</id><published>2007-05-19T09:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:22:55.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>West side story parody</title><content type='html'>West Side Story: The Parody&lt;br /&gt;written by Malarie Piercy and Abby Rouse 2000&lt;br /&gt;revision by Malarie Piercy 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A narrator points the camera at his or her shoes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice: Ah, yes. These are the coolest-- Oh! Um, West Side Story, written by Malarie Piercy  and Abby Rouse (Pointing camera at our poster). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Camera goes to Riff) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (Snap snap snap) Buy Gap! &lt;br /&gt;(More Jets come on to the scene) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets: (Snap snap snap) Buy Gap &lt;br /&gt;(Still more Jets come on the scene doing the same thing by twos till there are seven of them) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A baseball flies by them and hits the fence. A Jet catches it. Guy walks up to them) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: (Questioningly) Uh, buy Levis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets: (Look at him like he’s stupid) Buy Gap! (Throw the ball to Guy and then dance around like they know what they’re doing, snapping as they go up and down alleys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sharks come up and fight with them.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby John: Hey Jets! Hey Jets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sharks beat up Baby John.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jets come and beat up on Sharks.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice: (in a sound that sounds nothing like a siren) woo ooh woo ooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cops: (Even though there are only 2 of them, they split up the gangs.) If you want to kill each other, do it somewhere else! Understand?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Would you mind translating that into Spanish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop: You dirty...! (To baby John) Okay Baby John... which one of these dirty immigrants bloodied you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby John: Um uh. Erm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Oh! Uh excuse me Officer, but I do have the suspicion that it was a cop that done it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop: DID IT! Don’t you kids learn English! The foreigners know it better than you do! Ugh I’m tired of this crap! Come along Krupke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krupke: So long boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cops and Sharks leave.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: That was close. (Whispers to himself) that was close...um uh... Oh no! I forgot my line. Leap! (Leaps into air as the other Jets clap.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Jet: Best leap ever man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (Proudly) Nothin'. We need to fight those Sharks again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybodies: Hey Riff! Can I be in the gang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Heck No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybodies: Aw, why not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger: Go walk the street like your sister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybodies: Oh yeah! Well at least I don’t go to my sister for fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger: You can’t prove that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybodies: They proved that Clinton did Monica; they can prove that you did my sister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless Whore: Hello Tiger, ready for another? It’ll only be two dollars this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger: I told you I don’t want to do you; I’m not your trick! (Whispers to whore.) Meet me at 10 well do it in my car this time, not in the dumpster like before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whore winks and leaves.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowboy (Provider of snow; their crack monkey): Are the Sharks Mexican, Puerto Rican, Spanish?! I need to know! I NEED TO KNOW!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (Slaps Snowboy.)  Who cares? I have to go find Tony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Jet: (Does that finger quote thing.) But Tony's "responsible" now. He has a job. He's not a Jet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (Singing) When you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way! From your first visit to GAP to your last dying day! When you’re a Jet, if the spit hits the fan, you’ve got brothers around, you’re a family man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets: You’re never alone, you’re never disconnected. You’re home with your own, when company’s expected you’re well protected. Then you are set with a capital J which you’ll never forget ‘till they cart you away. When you’re a Jet you stay a Jet. &lt;br /&gt;(Music fades to background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth Piece: Hey you need to challenge Nardo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Okay! I’ll do it at the dance tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Continue singing) &lt;br /&gt;Gee-Tar: When you’re a jet you’re the top man in town you’re the gold medal kid with a heavy-weight crown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action: When you're a Jet you’re the swingingest thing little boy you’re a man, little man you’re a king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets: The Jets are in gear, our cylinders are clinking. The sharks will steer clear, cuz every Puerto Rican is a lousy chicken. Here come the Jets like a bat out of Hell. Um uh... leap! (They leap) Here come the jets let the world step aside. Better go underground better run better hide. We’re drawing the line, so keep your noses hidden. We’re hanging a sign, says visitors forbidden, and we ain’t kiddin' when you’re a Jet you stay a Jet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Jet: It sounded better when Tony sang it with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby John: Yeah, but Tony dresses like a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diesel: So what! He wouldn’t have forgotten that one part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowboy: Hey Riff here’s that snow you wanted. &lt;br /&gt;Riff: Snow? (Sniffs it) Whoa. Hey. I don’t think that’s uh, conventional snow, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Snowboy: They don’t call me Snowboy just cause I’m a cracker. (Mocks riff) If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Thank you Snowboy.  I’ll save this for after school.  I wanted to forget Longfellow and Keats anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Snowboyd: Huh?&lt;br /&gt; Riff: Well I gotta' go find Tony before I get high. See ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 &lt;br /&gt;(Riff goes to see Tony at work.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Hey Tony! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (Lifting bottles of Coke while dressed in drag.) Yeah Riff? (Twirls around to face Riff.) What do you think of my new outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Why the Hell are you in drag? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Because I'm getting ready for the dance tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (sarcastically) Uh huh, yeah left (as opposed to “yeah right”). I think you’re gay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I am too! No wait! I mean I AM getting ready for the dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Uh huh, yeah. Well anyway, the rest of the Jets want you to fight the Sharks with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (Fagishly) Oh you silly, silly boy! You know I don't do that anymore! I might break a nail. Plus I’m responsible now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (Whispers under his breath.) Fag. (Louder) Aw, come on! It'll be fun. Kicking those ethnic groups in the shins, pushing the other Jets around -- don’t you miss any of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Oh just do it for old time's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Okay, but you'll have to take me to the neighborhood dance and call me Tonya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Um Tonya... You won't be like this at the fight, will you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I'll act however you want me to act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Act straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I'll try, but will I have to take my hands out of my pockets? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Hell no! You can’t show those painted finger nails in front of the gang! The Sharks would never let us Jets live it down. Even if they got their butts kicked by a guy wearing makeup!&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Alright, and should I make my voice go deeper too? &lt;br /&gt;Riff: (Sighs, annoyed) That’s straight enough, but how will you fight with your hands in your pockets? Eh, I’m sure you’ll think of something. &lt;br /&gt;Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;(Maria's place) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: (Innocently) Do Americans dance like we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Quiet, you! I’m making your dress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I want my dress to be sexy! Raise the hem by a foot, and lower the collar 4 inches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: (Humoring Maria) Okay (Pretends to make the changes in the dress.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bernardo enters) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Ah, my two favorite girls. Are you ready to go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Quack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: What the!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Anita told me Americans quack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Um... no I... didn't. (Her eyes dart back and forth.) &lt;br /&gt;Maria: Quack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: (Freaked out) Stop that! American's don't quack! Canadians do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Oh okay! Let's go to Canada! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chino walks in dressed in Doc. Martins and a red and white letterman sweater. He has a comb-over hair cut [Richie Cunningham style] and he is humming a church hymn.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Quack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: (Excitedly) Oh look! You've taught her to speak French! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: It's not French! It's Canadian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Oh yeah! That's right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Damnit Chino. Stop trying to fit in so much with those pretty-boy, straightedge, square, white Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Awkward silence) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Oh yeah… Bernardo, I made Maria a dress so she could go to the dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Dance? What dance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Don't tell me you forgot about the dance! (Starts cussing in Spanish) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Quack? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: (to Maria) you’ll get to go Honey, don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Continues fighting with Bernardo. Maria and Chino are left alone in the room, and they are uncomfortable with each other, so they don't say anything.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 2: The dance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (With embarrassment) I can't believe I'm actually doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Well you asked for it. Now stop complaining, and start dancing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: I hope the guys don't see me with you in drag like this. It'll hurt both of our reputations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Hey! I heard that! And what's wrong with dressing and acting like a girl? At least I'm not gay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: I'm not gay either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Neither am I! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: But you act like it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: And is that a problem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Not if you ARE a girl. Tony, you used to be one of the guys! What happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: It got old Riff! I changed my ways. I'm not about fighting anymore! And if you can't handle that, I'm not going to rumble with you guys against the Sharks! &lt;br /&gt;(Tony runs out of the room with his face in his hands, crying. He collides with Maria.) &lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Quack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Wow! You know French! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: No! It's Canadian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Canadian for what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I think you're cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I think you're cute too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Can you keep a secret? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Only if it's juicy and about someone I know. (Giggles and jumps up and &lt;br /&gt;down.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I'm not white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Omigod! (Getting over it rather quickly) Wanna' dance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Quack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Stop turning me on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Quacking is a turn on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Only when you do it, baby. &lt;br /&gt;(Both do a strange duck mating ritualistic dance which includes a kiss that just so happens at the exact moment that Bernardo enters the room.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: I am not seeing this. Hey! What kind of a Satanic ritual are you doing on my sister! Girl… I told you not to trick these boys into selling their souls to Satan through ritualistic Voo Doo ceremonies! You’re grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Hey! Leave Tony alone. He has special problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: He's not handicapped enough to leave Maria alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Meet me at the Old Man's place tonight and we'll solve this there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: (Looking at Tony’s dress) Sorry, I’ve got a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anita and Maria exit, Tony follows undetected and unmissed by the other Jets) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: I mean it! Meet us at the old man’s place to discuss the terms of the rumble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Oh, so were going to go political on this thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Exactly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: It’s a deal. (Does a leap to show up Riff.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (Does a leap but trips; Sharks laugh, Jets get pissed.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Jet: Riff! You’re out of the family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: But when you’re a Jet you’re a Jet all the way. ALL THE WAY!  Got that, A-Jet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Jet: Oh you’ve been hanging around Tony too long. (Long pause) And stop making fun of my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;(Anita and Maria walking home [Tony follows undetected])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Maria what have I told you about drag queens? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Um Uh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: That’s what I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maria and Anita go home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (Takes out his notebook and says as he writes) Girl’s name is Maria. (Sings) Maria the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. (Echoes: Quack quack quack) All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word. (Echoes: Quack quack quack quack quack) MARIA! &lt;br /&gt;Random Homeless Guy: Shut up! I’m trying to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (singing still) I’ve just met a girl named Maria! And suddenly that name will never be the same to me. Maria! I’ve just kissed a girl named Maria! And suddenly I found how wonderful a sound can be&lt; Maria! Say it loud and there’s music playing. Say it soft, and it’s almost like praying. Maria I’ll never stop saying Maria&lt;! &lt;br /&gt;(music ends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Hey Maria! Oh damnit! I’ve lost them! &lt;br /&gt;(Shout whispers to every window) Maria! Answer me! This has to be the right place. It’s the ghetto, for goodness sake. All Mexicans, Cubans, other live in the ghetto. Maria!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: What’s wrong with you? You want the whole neighborhood to hear? Oh well. You found me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Yeah. Quack some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: They’ll hear me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I’m not afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: You should be. Bernardo was pretty pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: It’s better than being pissed on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Ribbit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Exactly! No wait. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I’m speaking the language of the boy I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I don’t ribbit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Oh. Okay then how about…(starts singing) Only you, you’re the only thing I see forever! In my eyes, in my words and in everything I do nothing else but you ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: And there’s nothing for me but Maria! Every sight that I see is Maria! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Tony, Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Always you every thought I’ll ever know. Everywhere I go you’ll be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Except for when I go to Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: You and me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Tonight, tonight. It all began tonight. I saw you and the world went away. Tonight, tonight there’s only GAP tonight. What you wear, what you do, what you say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Today all day I had the feeling, a miracle would happen. I know now I was right. For here you are and what was just a world is a star. Tonight! (Kiss passionately) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Tonight, tonight the world is full of light with suns and moons all over the place! Tonight, tonight the world is wild and bright! Going to the GAP, and shooting stars into space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Today! All day before I met you I hated Old Navy. I know now that I was naïve! For here you are, and what used to be the GAP is just a store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: To- night.&lt;br /&gt;(end music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Let’s have a meeting tomorrow where I work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Why would I go to a business meeting?&lt;br /&gt;Maria: No I mean, let’s meet tomorrow where I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: But I’ve already met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Let’s hang out tomorrow at my place of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: That won’t be any good, considering I don’t know where you work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: The bridal shop. It’s right across the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: You mean I have to visit the ghetto again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Habia una vez, el conejo corre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Once upon a time, the rabbit ran? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: It’s all the Spanish I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Te amo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (repeats his rabbit phrase) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Yo querido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (repeats the rabbit phrase). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Goodnight, Tony. Tony? What’s Tony stand for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Truth, justice, and the Nazi way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: No, no. What’s the name stand for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Uh. Tony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: You mean you don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Screw it. It’s a nickname for Tonya. Now I have to go leap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I love you, Tonya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: You too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;(Bernardo and Anita) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: What is your problem, El Stupido? Don’t you want Maria to have a good time in America? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Not if it means she dances with some guy in a dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: She’s already speaking Canadian. She’s watched the naked channel. There can’t be much more wrong with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo(pissed): She was with a guy in a dress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Remember Leslie in Puerto Rico? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Sad day when we found out Leslie was a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: America’s so much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About 10 random Latina girls just crawl out of the woodwork.)&lt;br /&gt;Girls (singing): I like to be in America. You can buy Gap in America. Everything’s free in America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: For a small fee in America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: When will I go back to San Juan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: When will you shut up and get gone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Everyone there will give big cheer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Everyone there will have moved here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: We can buy Gap and it looks nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: One look at us and they charge twice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Na na na na na America. You can buy Gap in America.&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Industry booms in America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: Twelve to a room in America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anita brilliantly leaps and everyone shouts ole.) &lt;br /&gt;(End music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act3&lt;br /&gt;(At the meeting place, Doc’s candy store, Tony and Riff walk in. Bernardo, Chino, Random Sharks, and all the Jets are already there.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Jeez Riff! It took you long enough – oh, I’m sorry; I didn’t notice that you had your boyfriend with you. &lt;br /&gt;Riff: Why I oughtta’!&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Now that were all alone, we’ll pretend were middle-aged businessmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Kill! Kill! Kill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark: Calm down, Chino. (Chino grins and laughs in a scary way.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Back to business. What weapons do you want to bring? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Any and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: What about a rumble where we make fun of cherry pies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: How about you sober up your girl, Riff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: How about you lick me? In pies, that is! WE each make a pie and have your strongest guy eat one, our strongest guy eats one, and whoever wins gets the other gang’s territory ‘till Judgment Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo (smiling): I volunteer myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Kill! Kill! Kill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: It’s a pie eating contest, Chino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Eat! Eat! Eat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Our nameless Jet will go against you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: But I thought I’d be against… (Looks at Tony.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: It’s the nameless Jet or nothing at all, Nardo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Bernardo and I accept. We’ll do this in old Mrs. Beanblossom’s backyard beside the rose bush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Then you think of somewhere! (Leaps) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: (to nameless Jet) Did he just refer to himself in the third person? AND plural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tony leaps. Shark leaps) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Leap! Leap! Leap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: (Comes up the basement stairs.) Shut up! (Under his breath) God you can’t teach kids anything these days. Oy.  When I was your age, there was a war goin’ on, and it cost just one nickel to go to the movies for four hours!  Shackelsteins, we called ‘em back then.  Had to go up the hill both ways just to get to the shakelstein house.  “Shack up with me!” we used-ta say.  But you kids now with your Vietnam war, and women’s lib, and civil rights, and I Love Lucy (dozes off) zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;(Maria's place of business. It is the next day) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: (singing) I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and gay. And I pity any girl who isn’t me today. I feel charming oh so charming. It’s alarming how charming I feel and so pretty and I hardly can believe I’m real. I feel stunning and entrancing. Feel like running and dancing for joy. For I’m loved by a pretty wonderful boy! &lt;br /&gt;(music ends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: What’s wrong with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Pay attention, Anita. Do I have to sing the song again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: good. (Dances around, quietly quacking) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Did Chino ask you out or something? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Who? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Never mind. Just keep doing those leaps. You need the practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I know. Why don’t you leave early and I’ll lock up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Oh no you don’t. We’ve caught you embezzling before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I told you. The money was choking and needed CPR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: And while you were giving it CPR, did you have to say, “I’m in the money. I’m in the money”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Just go, Anita. I won’t do anything bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony (entering, leaping): I learned a new Spanish phrase! Buenas noches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: (to Maria) Even you can do better than that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I can explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: That would be a fun few seconds of lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Don’t tell, Anita. I’ve just come to hold her hand and giggle with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: That would explain the dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Pleeeaaassse? Oh puhleeze? With an alcoholic pina colada on top? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: (giving up) I’ll give you 15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Trust me. That’s all we’ll need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: What’s that supposed to mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita (laughing): Nothing. I’ll keep your secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Gracias, Anita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Quiet, you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anita exits) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I can understand Spanish! She said, Quiet you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Rriiiggghhhhhtttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Well now it’s just us. What do you do here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: It’s a bridal shop but I supervise the First Aid kits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: To keep the wedding party safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Oh. Which dress is yours? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Um… none. I work here. Work. Wwwooorrrkkk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: You’re going to be proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: How’s that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I arranged a fight with no weapons. (Giggles wildly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: A fight? No fight is good for us. Fights make people grouchy and then they won’t take their naps.  And if there is a fight, I’ll have to bring the First Aid kits, and I’d rather just play Halo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Well, looks like I’ll just have to stop it altogether then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Will you wear pants next time I see you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I’ll have to think about it. See, I don’t shave my legs and if I wore shorts... Oh! You said pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria (confused): I’m not sure I should see you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: But I’m a patriotic, healthy, normal American boy! (Starts marching and singing the song) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Wrong musical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Say that again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: This is West Side Story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (looks at camera) Oh yeah (leaps) Jets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria (runs to hug him): Oh you’re just the best white boy ever! (Smooches him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (blushing) Oh I am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Yes you are. You’re cuter than Riff and the other Jets and they are the only non Puerto Ricans in this show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: You have a point. I guess you’re right. But I have a rumble to stop. Later, Maria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exits) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jets (singing): The Jets are gonna have their day tonight! We will not act so gay tonight! That Puerto Rican punk will go down and when he’s hollered uncle, well tear up the town. Tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sharks (singing): Were gonna rock it tonight. Were gonna jazz it up and have us a ball tonight! Well they began it! And were the ones to stop it once and for all tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita (singing): Anita’s gonna get her kicks tonight. Well have a private little mix tonight. He'll come in hot and tired. So what? Don’t matter if he’s dying as long as he’s hot. Tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony (singing): Tonight. Tonight. I walk a lot tonight. Tonight there will be no morning star. Tonight, tonight, I'll see my duck tonight and for us, quacks will stop where they are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria (singing): Today the minutes seem like hours. The ducklings swim so slowly and soon it will be night. Oh quack, quack bright. And make this endless day endless night. Tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharks and Jets (singing): We’\re gonna’ hand them a surprise tonight. We’re gonna’ get a rise tonight. They said a fair fight no tricks. But just in case they jump us were ready to mix. Tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: Today the minutes seem like hours the hours fly so slowly and soon it will be night. Oh moon, grow bright and make this endless day endless night. Tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 &lt;br /&gt;(open ground at the rumble) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: First we shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bernardo spits on him) &lt;br /&gt;Riff: That could have poked my eye out you little spick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: (mocking) Ooh. My eye. My poor eye. Oh dearest eye! (In his regular voice) you Americans are all the same. Let’s get ready to rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony (entering): Wait! Wait! We don’t have to fight. I brought enough pies for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets: Get outta' here Tony. Let us handle this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Let Nancy fight his own battles. You and me, Sarah Lee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: There’s no reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: (doing his hand like a draw-on puppet and talks in a high pitched voice) Hi, I’m Tony.  I like tacos and burritos!&lt;br /&gt;(other Sharks laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (doing his hand like a draw-on puppet and talks in a high pitched voice) Hi, I’m Bernardo.  I like pot roast and Jiffy Pop and every night I watch Donna Reed.&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo (fuming, he gets ready to stick his hand back out again, but Riff cuts him off) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff: Enough talk. I’m hungry. Hungry for blood! (Smacks a pie into Bernardo.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark: Rumble! (All fight as Tony tries to break it up.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bernardo whips out a spoon. Riff does the same. Both circle each other until Bernardo stabs the spoon into Riff’s gut. Riff yells in pain. Tony runs to his side and Riff dies in Tony’s arms.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo: Ay Ay Ay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony:  (Growls and digs the spoon into Bernardo.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardo (in pain): I regret nothing! (Dies) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice: woo oo woo oo (imitating a police siren.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet: Cops! Bad boys, whatcha' gonna do? You better get out of here Tony! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (Looking at the dead bodies) Omigod. Omigod. (Panics) Maria! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets: No, it’s pronounced meringue not Maria. Don’t think about lemon meringue, Tony. Just leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All leave. Tony is last to go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Scene 3 &lt;br /&gt;(Maria’s house) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria (Dancing the duck mating dance by herself): Someday I’ll be Mrs. Tony… Uh that’s funny. What is his last name? He’s just Tony. Gasp! I’m just Maria! I can’t let the audience know this. I know! A brilliant leap will solve everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Before she gets a chance, Chino enters) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Maria… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Exactly. Just Maria. I don’t know my last name either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: I hate my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I know. It totally sucks. And it doesn’t go well with your cute little white-boy ensemble. (Under her breath) Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: I also hate the news I have to tell you. At the rumble…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: There was no rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: I’m bloody, I’m hurt, and I have terrible news. Uh, yeah Maria, there was a rumble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: You’re also sticky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: There was a rumble! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Gasp! Is Tony okay? Chino, is Tony okay? If he’s hurt, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. Who would I quack for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Tony? Tony! Tony! He killed your brother, you nerd! (Storms out angrily) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: My brother? Oh no! Please don’t let it be true! Don’t let it be true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony (enters behind her): I’m afraid it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: How could this happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: It’s a contemporary retelling of Romeo and Juliet. Bad things have to happen. I’m sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: If only we could get away. Into a light hearted musical.  “I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got music.” (sniffs sadly)  I’d even be okay being “Cats.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (holds her) Let’s go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Where? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Someplace warm. Someplace inviting. Someplace where white men aren’t supposed to work hard and where illegal immigrants like yourself can get rich in a matter of days. Someplace where we can be treated as equals. Someplace like where Audrey sang about in her daydream sequence of Little Shop of Horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Canada! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both (singing): There’s a place for us. Somewhere a place for us. Peace and quiet and open air. Wait for us somewhere. There’s a time for us. A time and place for us. Time together with time to spare. Time to love. Time to care. Someday. Somewhere. We’ll find a new way of living. Well find a way of forgiving. Somewhere. There’s a place for us. A time and place for us. Hold my hand and were halfway there. Hold my hand and Ill take you there. Somehow. Someday. Somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;(They smooch and topple onto Maria’s bed) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music ends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The ghetto) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowboy: What’s the matta' with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Jet: (crying) I’m cryin' man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowboy: I’ll go get you some snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Jet: No. I’m sad about Riff and Bernardo. I’m scared for Tony. And it is much too hot for it to snow this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others: Just play it cool. (All white characters except Tony and Riff appear and snap their fingers) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All (singing): Boy, boy. Crazy boy. Be cool, boy. Gotta rocket in your pocket. Keep really cool, boy. Go man go but not like a yoyo schoolboy. Just play it cool, boy. Real cool. &lt;br /&gt;(all dance) Crazy! (other group) Cool! Cool! Go! Crazy! Cool! Go! (All exit one by one; music fades.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Jet: Wait, if we play it cool will that make it snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5&lt;br /&gt;(Tony and Maria) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: How’s your toothpick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria (acting like she’s smoking it): Smoooooth. Quack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anita knocks on door) &lt;br /&gt;Anita: Maria? Can I talk to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: No! Go away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: She’ll suspect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I’m still here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I don’t know. Whatever you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: You don’t sound so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Meet me at Doc’s. Well leave together from there. (Hugs her goodbye and leaves out window.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anita enters) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I heard him. He was in here. You Latina traitor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: That’s not true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita (singing): A boy like that. He kill your brother. Forget that boy. Find another. One of your own kind. Stick to your own kind. A boy who kills cannot love. A boy who kills has no heart. Yet he’s the boy who has your love who has your heart. Very smart, Maria, very smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria (singing): Oh no Anita no. It’s true for you. Not for me. I hear your words and they sound smart. But my heart, Anita, but my heart! &lt;br /&gt;(Music ends abruptly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Oh, I’m tired. You can’t rhyme and I believe you. (They hold hands which makes Anita very uncomfortable). You’re holding my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: It’s okay.  I was beginning to think Tony was the girliest of the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6&lt;br /&gt;(Same place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop: Hello? This is immigration… Uh, I mean can I ask you some questions about Bernardo’s death? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Will it take long? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop: I’m asking the questions here. You answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Cut her some slack, jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Anita, I need my aspirin. Wink wink. Will you go to Docs and tell him I’ve been detained? Understand? Detained? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Detained. Oh. Your aspirin. The aspirin that you need. The aspirin that Doc has.  The Doc who on an unrelated matter happens to be friends with you-know-who.  The you-know-who who you LOVE. That makes sense. Perfect sense. Riiiiggghhhhttt. &lt;br /&gt;(She Leaves) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7 &lt;br /&gt;(Doc’s Store)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anita: Is Doc here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets: I don’t know. Doc? Maybe if I just summon him up with my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: That’s not necessary. Is Tony here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet: Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I need to see Tony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jets: Tony? We don’t know no Tony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: He’s about yay tall. Dresses in dresses. I’m sure you’ve seen him before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet: Oh, that Tony. He ain't here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: He is too. &lt;br /&gt;(Jets Jump on her, doing God knows what. Doc enters). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Heavens to Murgatroid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita (now free): Tell Daisy in there that Maria won’t meet him. Chino lost his mind after hearing about the two of them and shot her. She’s dead. Dead! (Exits) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doc finds Tony) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Is that you, Maria? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Listen, Billy- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: It’s Tony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Look, Sam. That was Anita up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Did you interest her in some Smartieken? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: You know. The liquor with the Smarties floating around in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: I think you’re making that up, Josh. But I got something awful to tell you. Anita said that Chino killed Maria. I’m sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (crushed) Maria? My Maria? Dead? My little duck; dead? Oh I don’t want to live! (Breaks down, bawling) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: There, there. How about you loan me your jacket? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: She’s gone! The only girl I’ll ever love is dead! The only girl who mistook me for straight is gone! Gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Giving me your jacket will make you feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (runs out of door) Chino! Come and kill me too! &lt;br /&gt;Doc: Damn kids today.  These kids with their one true loves and their sexual ambiguity.  I remember where if a girl didn’t wear a dress to school, we could take her outside the city gates and stone her to death!  Yeah, stonin’.  Been bonin’ for a stonin’, we’d say.  Ah, stones.  Back in those days, stones were about two cents apiece, or balgippies, we’d call ‘em.  And if you had four balgippies, you could trade ‘em for a muggletytop.  (dozes off) zzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Tony: (outside) Chino!  I’m all alone. Poison me, drown me, pop me on the head, just as long as I’m not wriggling afterwards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria (enters) Quack? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Maria? Maria! (Runs to her. Chino enters behind him, spraying cheese whiz onto Tony’s back) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Suck cheese whiz, butterball! (Tony collapses into Maria) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Tony? Tony? (Singing) Hold my hand and were halfway there. Hold my hand and I’ll take you there. Somehow. Somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: You sound like I’m gonna die. (Dies) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: All of you killed him. Each and every one of you pigs killed him! Not with pies and whiz but with hate! And jealousy! AND FOR MONEY! (Cries) &lt;br /&gt;(Jets take a step forward) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: No! Don’t go near him. He’s all right. (Goes to Tony's corpse and moves its mouth around, talks in man voice) Hello, Maria. It’s Tony. I’m not dead. Just cheeserific! (Maria realizes she cannot pretend and cries) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jets and Sharks carry Tony away) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I suppose the morals of this are as follows: optimism is for weenies and it doesn’t matter if you’re white or other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-6075530188934497579?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6075530188934497579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2007/05/west-side-story-parody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6075530188934497579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6075530188934497579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2007/05/west-side-story-parody.html' title='West side story parody'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-6804791021214179707</id><published>2006-12-29T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T09:05:26.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Walken</title><content type='html'>Christopher Walken is magic&lt;br /&gt;I just saw him fly in that Fatboy Slim video&lt;br /&gt;And he dances too&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder just how much of that he made up himself&lt;br /&gt;He used to be a dancer on stage&lt;br /&gt;Then he persued bigger roles&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that he made that dance up by himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Walken is super creepy as well&lt;br /&gt;Look at the characters he plays&lt;br /&gt;He is they mayor of Gotham City&lt;br /&gt;And he is a creepy janitor&lt;br /&gt;And he is an android&lt;br /&gt;Fucking creepy shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth is watching me type&lt;br /&gt;And she thinks I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CW is MAGIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-6804791021214179707?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6804791021214179707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/12/christopher-walken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6804791021214179707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/6804791021214179707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/12/christopher-walken.html' title='Christopher Walken'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-7224616107016487350</id><published>2006-12-06T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:23:42.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar hero II</title><content type='html'>i went out and bought guitar hero 2 over the weekend, and i beat it on medium the very first night. sadly though, i think that in graduating up to the hard level, the game gets too hard too fast. but that's just me, and i suck at the game. My cousin and his friends are really good at it, and they picked it up on expert and went to town on it. I really like how this game is set up in comparison to the last game. there are many more options than before. one revolutionary option is that you can play different parts of the songs in the practice mode in order to get them nailed. Another awesome feature is that you can play guitar or bass guitar when you are going head to head in the two player mode. I just think that this game is a lot of fun, and it is a great way to spend your time. It develops hand eye coordination as well as not promoting violence. It is also all kinds of fun, and teaches you about classic rock which can lead to verious other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-7224616107016487350?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7224616107016487350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/12/guitar-hero-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7224616107016487350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/7224616107016487350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/12/guitar-hero-ii.html' title='Guitar hero II'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-116039026285667078</id><published>2006-10-09T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T06:37:42.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Bean</title><content type='html'>Lord of the Bean is a Veggie Tales knock off of Lord of the rings, and I'll tell you what!  It was better than all three of those movies combined. Little Junior Asperagus plays a would be Frodo, and instead of the ring that controls everything, it is a bean that will give you anything that you wish for. Junior is set on not using his gift until he knows what he is supposed to use it for. He and Randalf (Mr. Nezzer the Pickle) and other friends set off on a journey to find out how Junior should use his gift. Little do they know, Lord ScareyMan is hot on their trail with an army of Sporks. Will Junior survive? Will he find out what his gift is for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! It's a kids show. He's not going to die. And he'll probably learn something along the way. Those sporks are really scarey though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-116039026285667078?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/116039026285667078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/10/lord-of-bean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/116039026285667078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/116039026285667078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/10/lord-of-bean.html' title='Lord of the Bean'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-116037264702755591</id><published>2006-10-09T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:44:07.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Damn Holes Part 2</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how authors a long time ago were really long winded. The Hobbit spends the first 3 chapters describing Bilbo's house. I had to read that book in 7th grade, and being not as fortunate as others to have a reading ability that challenges that of God, it took me all year to finish it. I didn't even read the last two chapters, and I had my dad read a lot of it to me anyway. I think I fell asleep several times trying to start the book. Then in later years, when the movies were made about The Lord of the Rings, I tried to read those books. The movies were days long, and I wanted to see what all was left out from the books. This journey of mine ended in perril as I got to the part about the guy in the woods who liked to dance, and had a cabin where the party stayed for a time, and then I just quit reading. That was about 100 pages into the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I like best about The Hobbit was the fact that the map in the beginning of the book, when translated into English from Rune, is spelled wrong. So that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so back to old authors being long winded. Have you ever tried to read Hemmingway? I was forced to red The Old Man and the Sea. If you don't know, that book is 129 pages of an old guy fishing by himself. How much can you possibly write about an old man fishing? No really.. Try it and send it to me. We can make a contest out of it... Whoever wins, wins my complete respect. It has to be interesting though, and that's the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain was also pretty long winded, but his books were at least interesting. I liked Huck Finn. I even read it about 4 times, so that's a lot to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-116037264702755591?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/116037264702755591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-damn-holes-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/116037264702755591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/116037264702755591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-damn-holes-part-2.html' title='Those Damn Holes Part 2'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-116010979524286296</id><published>2006-10-06T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:43:15.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Damn Holes</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I was reading the first chapter of THE HOBBIT, I'm sure you are all familiar with this series. Ok, so the first whole paragraph talks about a hole. This is where the Hobbit lives. There's no stairs in the hole because Hobbits don't go up stairs. Actually, I think hobbits are rather lazy creatures. They don't do anything but loaf around and eat about 20 times a day. They remind me of this guy who lives two houses down from me. The man is almost 30 years old, and he still lives with his mother. His dad is a loser, and Will is going to grow up to be just like him. Will doesn't do anything but play basketball with Jake, my nextdoor neighbor, and he's not even good at it. The only reason that he's even good at defense is because he's so large. I've played with them before, and Jake and I won by a long shot. Will even had Zach on his team. Zach can usually keep up with Jake, and i can almost take Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont' see what the big deal with hobbits is. They're small, lazy, unattractive, fat, and hairy. Everything not wanted in a man. "Hobbits have no magic about them, and they hide from large stupid folk like you and me." They think we're stupid, which gives them an air about them. This brings us back to Will. Whenever I come outside, he makes a rude remark to me as if he thinks he's better. All I can do is recite my abc's to him because he can't get passed "G".  For Will, "G" is a word, not a letter, and it is used quite frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Hobbits resemble a greater part of American society today. I know many rejects like Will. This particular Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, actually does something. He goes on an adventure for treasure, something very frowned upon by Hobbitan society. They don't like it when Hobbits do the unpredicted. THis was very out of the ordinary. I'm proud of our Hobbit, Bilbo, because he refused to be a sheep. Well, after the wizard basically forced him to join his party of 12 dwarves  and himself. This can only be expected though ebcause Bilbo was part fairy. HIs mother's grand father had taken a fairy wife. Will, will probably never be so lucky as to get out of his mother's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-116010979524286296?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/116010979524286296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-damn-holes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/116010979524286296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/116010979524286296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-damn-holes.html' title='Those Damn Holes'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-116010701352977293</id><published>2006-10-05T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:08:57.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Typical Lunch</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, Abby and Malarie were having their typical lunch, at their usual table. They knew that soon, Marci and Daniel would wander in. Like they usually do. This day, however, they were a bit later than normal.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went as usual, like it normally did. They ate, Malarie begged, and they all talked about marching band, a big part in most of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;"So Abby," started Mal, "how do you feel, being the only non-marching band member at the table?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," Abby started slowly, " I used to be okay with it, but now I'm very insecure. Thank you Mal for making me paranoid!"&lt;br /&gt;Malarie just laughed, and she hung her head to hide her laughter from the rest of the world. Her face turned red, and she started gasping for air, as what generally was done at the table when they exchanged running gags, and made new inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't die Mal." Joked Abby. This only made it worse, and soon Malarie was coughing, and her ribcage started to hurt. Daniel and Marci didn't seem to get the joke, and of all people, they should have. They were the ones who were going back to band for another season. They seemed as though they didn't even know what band was. They played it off pretty well though. No one even noticed anything until they, Daniel and Marci, started eating.&lt;br /&gt;Every day at lunch, Daniel would accompany every bite he took with the usual sound of "ahm." Today, he seemingly ate like a normal person. Because Mal has attention deficit disorder, she tends to grab detail as a result of not paying attention to any one thing for an extended period of time, and she picked up on the unusual serenity of Daniel's eating habits. She leaned in towards Abby to whisper this queer findind in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;"Abby, watch. Daniel isn't saying 'ahm.'" They both watched as Daniel took a soundless bite of a french fry.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, he didn't say 'ahm.'" said Abby.&lt;br /&gt;"Well thank you Captain Obvious for that stunning report!" said Mal. "I know that! I told you! I think there's something wrong with this picture here."&lt;br /&gt;"That can't really be Daniel." Noted Abby.&lt;br /&gt;"That can't really be Marci either!" exclaimed Malarie. "Look! she bought her own food! They both bought their own food! Imposters I tell you! Imposters!"&lt;br /&gt;"Just pretend like we know nothing. We'll be safer that way." sais Abby.&lt;br /&gt;"Ask them a question that only they would know the answer to." suggested Malarie.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah okay, how about,"Marci, what's you'r name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Right, like that'll work." Criticized Malarie. "Ask them about their pets. Yeah, ask Marci about her cats."&lt;br /&gt;"Good idea, but we'd have to fit it into conversation. I can't just start out saying 'cats cats cats.' when they're talking about 'band band band." said Abby.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah ha! I see." Mal said, pondering over what they should do about their little delimma. "So, Abby," said Mal, very loud and cotrney. "Do you have a dog?" she asked even though she already knew the answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Why no, Mal, I don't have a dog." answered Abby, mocking Mal's tone.&lt;br /&gt;"I think you should ask Marci about her cats; ask her what their names are." Mal suggested to abby in the same cheesy tone that this conversation began with.&lt;br /&gt;Then Daniel piped up, and said, "That are you guys doing? You're being really weird!" That did is for Malarie.&lt;br /&gt;"See! I told you it wasn't really Daniel!" she screamed. "If it were, he would have known that we always act so strangely!" She pointed to Daniel. "Imposter! Who are you, and what have you done with the real Daniel?" she demanded. Then Marci joined in and started pelting Malarie with french fries.&lt;br /&gt;"Mal you psycho, calm down!"&lt;br /&gt;"And you! You are in on it too! I'm on to your little secret! I'm going to expose you!" cried Mal.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no!" Marci said overdramatising, "Anything but that! I must stop you!" She continued throwing fires at Malarie. "Feel the wrath of the french fries!"&lt;br /&gt;At this, they all bursted into laughter. Their game was done for the day, and the lunchbell rang. Another typically usual day at Ben Davis High School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35517798-116010701352977293?l=modestalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/116010701352977293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/10/typical-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/116010701352977293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35517798/posts/default/116010701352977293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modestalchemist.blogspot.com/2006/10/typical-lunch.html' title='The Typical Lunch'/><author><name>modestalchemist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07626138446698194498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35517798.post-116009805016629138</id><published>2006-10-05T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:51:40.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Report on Charles Schulz</title><content type='html'>Malarie Piercy&lt;br /&gt;Junior Literature and Composition&lt;br /&gt;Final Draft&lt;br /&gt;14 April 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charles Schulz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     A great American is anyone who has impacted America in a big way. People who have majorly impacted American culture, or have captured and depicted it in creative ways are truly great Americans. Charles Schulz influenced and captured the diversity of American civilization when he developed his comic strip, "Peanuts." Through his creation, Schulz has impacted American society for over 50 years. With his career, his creation, and his legacy, Schulz has come to be a truly great American. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Schulz, through the years, has had many diverse jobs. The thing is, though, they have all centered themselves around the same thing, art. Schulz started out by teaching at an art instruction school in Saint Paul, Minnesots. Another early job of his was lettering cartoons for a religious periodical. Later on in life, Schulz served in World War II. This is where he developed a comic strip of his own, "Li'l Folks." Unlike most syndicated cartoonists, Schulz worked without any artistic assistants. In 1950, United Features bought the copyright to his strip, and they distributed it under the title, "Peanuts" (&lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com"&gt;http://encarta.msn.com&lt;/a&gt;). United Media now owns the copyright to "Peanuts," and they received $84.9 million in 1998 from the comics, TV shows, and licensing deals that put the characters on everything from lunch boxes to life insurance ads. Schulz earned more than $30 million a year from the strip, but he had never bought the copyright back (&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "Peanuts" is a comic strip that cuts across demographics. I'm not sure that any comic will ever be as popular," says David Astor, who writes about syndicated news for &lt;u&gt;Editor&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Publisher&lt;/u&gt; magazine. Of some 220 syndicated strips today, "Garfield," by Jim Davis, is the one that comes closest to being as popular as "Peanuts" (&lt;a href="http://www.scripps.com"&gt;www.scripps.com&lt;/a&gt;). This comes as no surprise to most of the readers. The characters are just so diverse. Charlie Brown wins your heart with his losing ways. It always rains on his parade, his baseball game, and his life. Although he's concerned with the meaning of life, his friends sometimes call him "blockhead." Even though we all know that he will neer win anything, we still love him, zigzagged yellow sweater and all. Sally Brown, Charlie Brown's sister was accepted by Charlie Brown the day she was born. He even passed out chocolate cigars. Ever since then, he's been trying to understand her. Sally always looks for the easy way out. She has a cute schoolgirl crush on Linus, her "Sweet Babboo" and her brother's best friend. Snoopy, Charlie Brown's dog, is a beagle with a split personality complex. Joe Cool, WWI Flying Ace, Literary Ace, Flash Beagle, Vulture, and Foreign Legionnaire are among some of his favorite fantisies. He hinks of Charlie Brown as "that round headed kid who brings me my supper dish". Woodstock is the smallest of the "Peanuts" characters but has a big presence for a little bird. He's a little inept, his flying and logi are erratic, but he can type and take short hand, and he is usually game for anything that Snoopy wants to do. Linus Van Pelt inspired the term "security blanket". He is the intellectual of the gang, and flabbergasts his friends with his philosophical revelations and solutions to problems. He suffers abuse from his big sister, Lucy, and the unwanted attentions of Charlie Brown's little sister Sally. He is a paradox; despite his age, he can put life into perspective while sucking his thumb. He knows the true meaning of Christmas while continuing to believe in the Great Pumpkin. Lucy Van Pelt works hard at being bossy, crabby and selfish. She is loud and yells a lot. HEr smiles and motives are rarely pure. She's a know-it-all who dispenses advice whether you want it or not -- and for Charlie Brown, theres's a charge. She's a fussbudget, in the true sense of the word. She's a real grouch, with only one or two soft spots, and both of them may be Schroeder, who prefers Beethoven. As she sees it, hers is the only way. The absense of logic in her arguments holds a kind of shining lunacy. When it comes to compliments, Lucy only likes receiving them. If she's paying one -- or even smiling -- she's probably up to something devious. Rerun Van Pelt is often mistaken for Linus even though he's his little brother. He can always  be recognized in his trademark overalls. Rerun is more skeptical than his brother, much harder to convince, and always gets around Lucy where Linus gives in. His only fear is being the passenger on one of his mother's bicycle-riding errands. Somehow, Rerun is the only witness to her riding into grates and potholes. Luckily, he always wears a helmet. Rerun also longs for a dog of his own, but since his parents won't let him have one; he tries to "borrow" Snoopy from Charlie Brown. Snoopy won' have any part of it unless Rerun brings cookies. Schroeder, who idolizes beethoven, brought classical music to the "Peanuts" strip. Reserved and usually unruffled, Schroeder reacts only when Woodstock tries to make his grand piano into a playground, or when Lucy seeks to make it her courting grounds. The latter can lead to minor violence. Peppermint Patty is a pro on the baseball diamond, bit in the classroom, she's a D-minus all the way. Bold, brash and tomboyish, what she lacks in common sense she makes up for in sincerity. She's the only one who calls Charlie Brown "Chuck." Oblivious to much that goes on around her, for a long time she seemed unaware that "the funny-looking kid who plays shortstop" was a beagle. She has trouble staying awake in class; most of her waking hours in the schoolroom are spent analyzing the probability patterns of true-false tests. Marcie is Peppermint Patty's best friend. From the moment they met at summer camp, Marcie has called Peppermint Patty "Sir" out of admiartion of her misguided manners. An unlikely pair, they seem to have nothing in common yet that is what makes their friendship so genuine Marcie is the smartest of the "Peanuts" gang, but also the most naive. SHe's always willing to help out her friend with schoolwork, and she's not above sharing test answers or caling her on the phone to remind her of homework assignments. There is an innocence to Marcie, and Peppermint Patty is her protector. Marcie is also completely inept when it comes to sports, yet they still let her play on the baseball team. If Marcie and Peppermint Patty ever have a falling out, it's likely over Charlie Brown, whom they both secretly love. Pig Pen made his debut in the "Peanuts" comic strip on July 13, 1954 and simce then, has been the butt of "dirt" gags. He walks around in a cloud of dust, sprinkling dirt on all he comes in contact with. Pig Pen is happily messy. he doesn't try to explain it, hide it, or fight it. For him, it's just a fact of life. Franklin met Charlie Brown at the beach in 1968. They'd never met before because they went to different schools, but they had fun playing ball so Charlie Brown inited Franklin to visit him at his house across town for another play session. Later, Franklin turned up as center-fielder on Perppermint Patty's baseball team and sits in front of her school. Franklin is thoughtul and can quote Old Testament as effectively as Linus. In contrast with the other characters, Franklin has the fewest anxieties and obsessions. He and Charlie Brown spend quite a bit of time talking about their respective grandfathers. When Franklin first appeared in the late 60's, his noticeably darker skin set some readers in search of a political meaning. However, the remarkable becomes unremarkable when readers learn that SChulz simply introduced Franklin as another character, not a political statement (&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com"&gt;www.comics.com&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     THe 50 years of Peanuts has been a remarkable 50 years of events in the strip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;October 2, 1950 - Peanuts debuts in seven newspapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;November 16, 1952 - Lucy first holds a football for Charlie Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;June 1, 1954 - Debut of LInus' security blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;January 5, 1956 - Snoopy first walks on two legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1958 - Yale University names Schulz Cartoonist of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;August 23, 1959 - Sally debuts (as an infant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;March 11, 1960 - Charlie Brown's father is revealed to be a barber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1960 - Hallmark introduces Peanuts greeting cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;November 19, 1961 - Charlie Brown first pines for the little red-haireed girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1962 - Peanuts is named Best HUmor Strip of the Year by the National Cartoonists Society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;April 4, 1967 - A bird strongly resembling Woodstock appears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May 18, 1969 - Charlie Brown and Snoopy sccompany astronauts into space aboard Apollo X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;July 20, 1971 - Marcie first calls Peppermint Patty "Sir"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;November 20, 1973 - A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving debuts, and wins an Emmy Award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;January 21, 1974 - Rerun first appears on his mother's bicycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;August 13, 1975 - Spike debuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;January 27, 1977 - Sally first dubs Linus her "Sweet Babboo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;June 28, 1979 - The WWI Flying Ace visits with the "cute little French girl" (Marcie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;January 7, 1980 - Peppermint Patty gives a correct answer in her class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;("Timeline".Snoopy.com).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Since Schulz's death, there has been a lot of controversy as to what will happen with the comic strip. Schulz left strict instructions that nobody else could draw "Peanuts," and before he died, he told one of his daughters that animated shows featuring Charlie Brown and the gang, must end as well. The thing is, however, since Schulz did not own the copyright, he legally had no say in what happened with the strip. His children are worrows about what is going to happen with the strip. They fear that new programs will stray too far from Schulz's original script. "They'll end up like "South Park" or something like that," says Monte Schulz, son of Schulz (&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Though we aren't sure of what will happen to the strip in the future, its past has been something great. It took 50 years to become what it is, but it was well worth the wait. Schulz did a fine job with his creative abilities. His life has greatly impacted American society. Charles Schulz, through his creative gemius, is honestly a great American. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Works Cited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lang, John. &lt;u&gt;Popularity of "peanuts" unlikely to be matched soon.&lt;/u&gt; Scripps Howard News Service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.Scripps.com/featurefronts.peanuts.frameset2.html"&gt;www.Scripps.com/featurefronts.peanuts.frameset2.html&lt;/a&gt;. March 26, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Meet the Gang". Snoopy.Com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/peanuts/meet_the_gang/index.html"&gt;http://www.comics.com/comics/peanuts/meet_the_gang/index.html&lt;/a&gt;. March 28, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Schulz, Charles M." Encarta. &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/findd/concise.aspti=06d4a000"&gt;http://encarta.msn.com/findd/concise.aspti=06d4a000&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     March 25, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Timeline". snoopy.com. &lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/peanuts/history/timeline.html"&gt;http://www.comics.com/comics/peanuts/history/timeline.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     March 27, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You're in Limbo Cahrlie Brown". ABCNews.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://abcnews.com/sections/business/dailynews/schulzfranchise000303.html"&gt;http://abcnews.com/sections/business/dailynews/schulzfranchise000303.html&lt;/a&gt;.  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