<?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-337837316082278487</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:41:39.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natural Ambiance of a Pompous Centaur</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-6587314138994636702</id><published>2009-02-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:34:36.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SYdzAk7_d6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/r9aIie-eQ6Y/s1600-h/shelly+three.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298329940377171874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SYdzAk7_d6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/r9aIie-eQ6Y/s320/shelly+three.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you know...Mrs. Shelly wrote back in just a few days. I hope this wasn't because she planned her weekend around making 'thank you' cards. I don't really think so because if others received a card to their homes I believe they would have talked about how special their card was over an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;an other's&lt;/span&gt;. My class is terribly obnoxious and stubborn. Mrs. Shelly would be devastated to find out almost the whole class (except a few exceptions) made the replacement teacher felt like complete crap. They didn't deserve cards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298330303425315586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SYdzVtZagwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gcafdkmVung/s320/shelly+two.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SYdzV7zbmuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EB782y2k0M0/s1600-h/shelly+one.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298330307292535522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SYdzV7zbmuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EB782y2k0M0/s320/shelly+one.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;-Edmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-6587314138994636702?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6587314138994636702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=6587314138994636702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/6587314138994636702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/6587314138994636702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SYdzAk7_d6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/r9aIie-eQ6Y/s72-c/shelly+three.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-5313772040144077721</id><published>2008-11-23T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:42:52.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Large Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There once lived a princess named Yvonne, and a vagabonding clown named Keith. A year ago, they met and fell in love- despite their differences in social status. They were happy together, they were romantic together, they learned together, and they smiled, laughed and cried together. They were each others favorite-living-human by far. Through thick and thin they fought through many dragons and terribly gigantic monsters. Together they were an unstoppable force, until a storm brew and their home clashed with the raging seas. The storm lasted three days, and when it subsided both clown and princess couldn't be found. After a month of searching, they had found that their significant other was alive, in their hearts as well...a mere storm could not divide them. The clown had asked her to be his one and only- but soon after he sadly discovered that during the past month the sea water has gotten to her head and made her very ill. He gave her his hand and promised he will nourish and comfort her, and &lt;img class="gl_align_full" border="0" alt="Justify Full" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;she willingly agreed to be his forever. And thus... there is still no ending, but perhaps only faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-5313772040144077721?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5313772040144077721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=5313772040144077721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/5313772040144077721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/5313772040144077721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-once-lived-princess-named-yvonne.html' title='A Large Storm'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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-337837316082278487.post-1983942506729775502</id><published>2008-10-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:35:49.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SO4tH5rDTbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_aX_QdAJ0o8/s1600-h/6a00c22529c4838fdb00f48d0cfb970001-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187428951674290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SO4tH5rDTbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_aX_QdAJ0o8/s400/6a00c22529c4838fdb00f48d0cfb970001-500pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story of the Eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a French novel, (translated in English) written by&lt;em&gt; Georges Bataille&lt;/em&gt; in 1928, a man with a fascinating sexual imagination, that tells about the increasingly bizarre sexual perversions of two teenage lovers. Story of the Eye consists of several vignettes, centered around the sexual passion existing between the unnamed late adolescent male narrator and Simone, his female partner. Simone and the narrator first consummate their lust on a beach near their home, and involve Marcelle within their activity, until they run away due to the narrator's mother's dismay. Simone is a woman of pleasure, Marcelle, a friend, is a mentally ill sixteen year old girl who comes to a sad end, and Lord Edmund, is a voyeuristic, English emigre aristocrat that the group meets in Spain. Only Georges Bataille could write, of an eyeball removed from a corpse, that "the caress of the eye over the skin is so utterly, so extraordinarily gentle, and the sensation is so bizarre that it has something of a rooster's horrible crowing." Bataille has been called a "metaphysician of evil," specializing in blasphemy, profanation, and horror. The book is unashamedly surrealistic, both disgusting and fascinating, and packed with seemingly endless violations. It's certainly an underground classic, rediscovered by each new generation. A great book to read and analyze with a well-rounded lover! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met, who could appreciate Georges Bataille."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;-Edmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-1983942506729775502?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1983942506729775502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=1983942506729775502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/1983942506729775502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/1983942506729775502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-of-eye.html' title='Story of the Eye'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SO4tH5rDTbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_aX_QdAJ0o8/s72-c/6a00c22529c4838fdb00f48d0cfb970001-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-958984458558350089</id><published>2008-10-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:48:35.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When walking in the hallway of my school yesterday, I started to listen in to the middle of someones conversation with a teacher. Something he said particularly stuck out at me..."Why does America think EVERYONE wants political freedom?". S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;imple question, but it was something I kept thinking about. 'Freedom's the best' is only an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-958984458558350089?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/958984458558350089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=958984458558350089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/958984458558350089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/958984458558350089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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-337837316082278487.post-638202125538119735</id><published>2008-10-07T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:41:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Axe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOvLdSbx5jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/td2Lrep3mVg/s1600-h/axe-chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254517094282815026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="199" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOvLdSbx5jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/td2Lrep3mVg/s400/axe-chocolate.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Axe chocolate body spray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn that's gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whipe that shit from your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-638202125538119735?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/638202125538119735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=638202125538119735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/638202125538119735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/638202125538119735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/axe.html' title='Axe'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOvLdSbx5jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/td2Lrep3mVg/s72-c/axe-chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-3387515304186942190</id><published>2008-10-04T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:40:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierre and Simone, My Centaur Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOhSxLdiAwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/P3nk35sGojU/s1600-h/centaurds-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253539970171405058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOhSxLdiAwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/P3nk35sGojU/s400/centaurds-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The centaur and centaurette in the picture above look friendly, right? I can answer that question for you, it's yes...and that is not how my brother and sister look. They are the most foul of the race, the meanest, uncaring, ugly centaurs in the whole world. Yes I was somewhat born a pompous but that is merely a joke compared to what they are. This morning my brother, Pierre, was annoyed at me because I threw his cell phone (which happened to be aimed toward a snug couch). Yes maybe he did have reason to be mad at me, but this all began when he insulted me and wouldn't let me defend myself and give a response to his negative statements. I reasoned with him, but the only thing he cared to say was 'La-La-La', or pretending he was deaf in both ears. He sat down to play Centaur Hero ( or may I say Guitar Hero) blocking out my friendly rant about him being respectful ( if he's going to say such random negative things to let me have a chance to respond to it) which he so obviously did not give a damn about. Turning off the television made this calm conflict into an argument which led to me picking up his mobile device and chucking it at the couch, due to my sudden temporary anger. He then proceeded to sway his arms heavily in my direction, completely tearing the whole front side of the brand new shirt I was wearing, also breaking a few of the buttons off. What a ninny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for my sister, Simone, she slapped me across the face today when bringing her the wrong flavor of tea that she hoped for, knocking the steaming tea on to my bare skin. She is not as ugly as my brother, nor foul, because when she is in a pleasant mood she and I can share a significant conversation on books and films. Other than that I find her to be a wretched creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-3387515304186942190?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3387515304186942190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=3387515304186942190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/3387515304186942190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/3387515304186942190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/pierre-and-simone-my-centaur-siblings.html' title='Pierre and Simone, My Centaur Siblings'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOhSxLdiAwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/P3nk35sGojU/s72-c/centaurds-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-6204006259000383068</id><published>2008-10-04T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:29:14.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OF MONTREAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgxZeYchFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bp0E_9Htk9I/s1600-h/spin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253503279049770066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgxZeYchFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bp0E_9Htk9I/s400/spin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of Montreal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is my most beloved band. It has been my favorite, along with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Postal Service&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...but they only have one album, and they broke up, so there's only so much you can listen to of them. Of Montreal is not just the catchiest of them all, but the lyrics are so fun, warm, silly, romantic and crazy. I'd suggest to any person or centaur, that this is probably the best band to share with a lover. With over 10 albums, you could never get bored! Actually...this was the only band that I found the songs to never get old, as much as I'd repeatedly listen to each song...which is a great thing. The voice of the lead singer, Kevin Barnes, is very unique and like no other...unlike most punk, emo bands that have the same boring voice in each and every track, (sadly that's sort-of like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belle and Sebastian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which is also another favorite band of mine, right below the Postal Service). Of Montreal's albums consists of each song filled with different sounds, voices, and feeling. For anyone who likes the indie genre, this should be your #1! Check them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to an Of Montreal concert in New York City on Friday...I’m extremely excited for seeing them for my first time. I also recently found out that perhaps Kevin Barnes, or some one else in the group is going to be wearing a centaur suit. I hope they look pretty in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-6204006259000383068?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6204006259000383068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=6204006259000383068' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/6204006259000383068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/6204006259000383068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-montreal_04.html' title='OF MONTREAL'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgxZeYchFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bp0E_9Htk9I/s72-c/spin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-6963351473661934024</id><published>2008-10-04T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:18:06.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat spin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgwxNm1B3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/V4MqWPlZIqM/s1600-h/apple-store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253502587351926642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgwxNm1B3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/V4MqWPlZIqM/s400/apple-store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was at my local mall, in the apple store with a couple of friends I go to school with. Now if you're one of those people who don't like to read stories that would only be funny if you were actually there, than you should just stop reading here. Well it's fun to go to this store to gather around one computer to take pictures with cool effects...that's what we were wasting our time doing. I didn't significantly notice it, but a man came over to the computer next to ours and started to fiddle around...he then darted out of the store....no big deal, right? Not yet. About twenty seconds later the computer that the man was just at began blasting interesting hyper circus music. I was startled so I jumped in front of the computer quickly to see what was happening on the screen. It was a video of gay porn that repeated over and over again! Yes, full on, ball slapping, ass pounding, dick spinning, porn. I saw it, my face became red, and I looked over at my friends...where they all stare at me assuming I put this video on the screen that is now being viewed by all eyes around the whole store; they watch the sickening video of gay circus pornography. I've never been in such a situation...I was shocked, so I stood that for a moment looking at the people who looked at me in dismay. Now, the proper thing to do is to make myself seem as if I did not do this, because I didn't. Sadly, I didn't know how to make myself seem innocent...everyone in the store already thought I put this up, for I was the only person now in front of the computer. I threw my hands up like the police were about to shoot, and I started to yell to my friends and to the store, "it was not me...it was not me!"..."There was a man...I'm not sure what happened!"...People still stared. I was thinking of another logical way to get out of this mess, as the video of men fucking and clown music still played on. Of course, I did not make the smartest move by running out of the store...just like the man who put this video up in the first place. I looked red handed...and there was nothing I could do about it. My friends said this incident was rather funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-6963351473661934024?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6963351473661934024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=6963351473661934024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/6963351473661934024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/6963351473661934024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-was-at-my-local-mall-in-apple.html' title='Meat spin'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgwxNm1B3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/V4MqWPlZIqM/s72-c/apple-store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-8465928334242737951</id><published>2008-10-04T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:19:07.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgDFpx_qqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EY7c7YbRj3I/s1600-h/40014-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253452360977459874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" height="280" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgDFpx_qqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EY7c7YbRj3I/s400/40014-43.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to be one for horoscopes, but now that's no more! For a very long time I started to think these things worked...i'd check them every day...or i'd feel incomplete. Not that i'd be afraid to leave my house, but there was this slight fear i'd be unprepared for something significant. At night i'd reflect on my daily horoscope readings and notice some similarities...it was my little fortune teller, and I needed it every morning. Often times i'd check my lovers horoscope to see how they'd feel on that day...on the days we both had some type of negativity i'd act a little cautious...I suspected maybe some disagreement that day that would start an unpleasant heated discussion. There was a long period of time that I couldn't make it online to read my daily reading, leaving my day sort-of mysterious...returning to my computer after the long break, I realised I stopped checking the horoscope. And that was fine because it made me a little kooky from time to time, and a lot of the things they said were a generalization of so many peoples day. I don't need this crap...that's why I officially got out of the habit of checking it. One thing I do do though is throw a hair brush over my shower curtain, (after my long, relaxing, centaur-like shower). If the brush were to land in the sink hole, that would mean I would have a peaceful mind the next day and night. If it were to land to the side of the sink, that would mean it will be a fine day...if it lands on the floor, that means my next day will be very stressful. This works some times, and it does not make me kooky in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;-Edmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-8465928334242737951?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8465928334242737951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=8465928334242737951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8465928334242737951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8465928334242737951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOgDFpx_qqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EY7c7YbRj3I/s72-c/40014-43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-7656627263309527548</id><published>2008-10-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:19:26.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain &amp; Palin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOU6DiayXzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bljy-zejQiU/s1600-h/542389855_811a187e7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668372850728754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" height="372" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOU6DiayXzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bljy-zejQiU/s400/542389855_811a187e7b.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first Sarah Palin’s accent came across to me as annoying, then when I thought of what’s really going on I became outraged…every day it became worse. First off, I find McCain to be an idiot for picking Sarah Palin as his running mate. McCain met with Palin only once before he elected her to be his vice president, he knew the other republicans that ran for president as very bright people with years of experience, just as him. McCain must have thought he was intelligent by picking a woman, because he’d receive Hillary Clinton’s support and win the race. I think if Clinton was not in the race, that McCain would have even considered Sarah Palin as the future vice president. Sarah Palin is the governor of Alaska, a house mother, supporter of pro-life (even if rape was involved), and pro-gun. She is completely not suited for office; it’s disgraceful to even think some one with so little experience and knowledge in the white house would be appointed to this ranking in office. (She had a very hard time explaining her feelings on war, the economy, and the future of the American people.) I find McCain picking Sarah Palin extremely degrading toward women, and that he only picked her so she could appeal to women across the nation ( though she is pro-life ). If McCain felt strongly about equality, and didn’t let politics corrupt him, he would have picked a running mate (perhaps Ron Paul, or Mike Huckabee) that actually knew what they wanted to do with the country, and knew how to do so. Above it all, for McCain to pick Palin shows he is not concerned about the countries future. He knows he’s old and not in great condition, and this lady, who has far from enough experience, could be a heart beat away (or McCain's heart beat!) from being the leader of the United States of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/337837316082278487-7656627263309527548?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7656627263309527548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=7656627263309527548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/7656627263309527548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/7656627263309527548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/mccain-palin.html' title='McCain &amp; Palin'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOU6DiayXzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bljy-zejQiU/s72-c/542389855_811a187e7b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-5831480531897103847</id><published>2008-10-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:02:56.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely song with a lovely voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYl0uLrXP7U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYl0uLrXP7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sprout and the Bean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-5831480531897103847?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/5831480531897103847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=5831480531897103847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/5831480531897103847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/5831480531897103847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovely-song-with-lovely-voice.html' title='A lovely song with a lovely voice'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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-337837316082278487.post-8950720733764546340</id><published>2008-10-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:20:50.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOOno9Xul4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/C_durP-3a8k/s1600-h/pic092608_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252225912554821506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOOno9Xul4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/C_durP-3a8k/s400/pic092608_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at my top half ( my bottom half is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mere&lt;/span&gt; pony ). I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt; hat on with a harry potter scarf wrapped around my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neck&lt;/span&gt;. It must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; season again! Get your costumes on and do a little dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-8950720733764546340?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8950720733764546340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=8950720733764546340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8950720733764546340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8950720733764546340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='This is halloween'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOOno9Xul4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/C_durP-3a8k/s72-c/pic092608_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-4732276849220323847</id><published>2008-09-30T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:06:40.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uvidimsia sentjabr!  ( See ya September)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJzmeEnYAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2-l3JUtVjsw/s1600-h/centaur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251887220212064258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="283" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJzmeEnYAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2-l3JUtVjsw/s400/centaur.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;...the season of falling leaves, candy corn, ghouls and goblins! Thanks for reading my blog so far...keep reading if you are enjoying! And if you aren't...you shall receive 35 lashes from my strong stallion of a papa until you start. &lt;strong&gt;You should as well thank me for being your one and only centaur friend!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Zai jian to September,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and start saying Ni Hao to your fall jackets!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-4732276849220323847?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4732276849220323847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=4732276849220323847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/4732276849220323847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/4732276849220323847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/uvidimsia-sentjabr-see-ya-september.html' title='Uvidimsia sentjabr!  ( See ya September)'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJzmeEnYAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2-l3JUtVjsw/s72-c/centaur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-9008856920335650597</id><published>2008-09-30T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:52:14.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;                             One dashing penis, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJKlV4mw9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8OAU8KaTOT4/s1600-h/0927082058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251842120857600978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJKlV4mw9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8OAU8KaTOT4/s400/0927082058.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-9008856920335650597?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/9008856920335650597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=9008856920335650597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/9008856920335650597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/9008856920335650597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/word.html' title='Word.'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJKlV4mw9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8OAU8KaTOT4/s72-c/0927082058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-6015445373110763874</id><published>2008-09-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:26:55.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGdT7s8jMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SOnvEXaMrtg/s1600-h/Little_Bit-Lykke_Li_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251651606259993794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="369" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGdT7s8jMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SOnvEXaMrtg/s400/Little_Bit-Lykke_Li_480.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listen to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lykke Li's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; song: &lt;em&gt;Little bit&lt;/em&gt;. It's such a pleasant song...it's one of those songs you close your eyes, lean back in your chair, and try to imagine a good 'music video' in your head that fits well with the music, until you feel sleepy. Think of something sweet, something dramatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third from the top:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lykkeli"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/lykkeli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While you're at it, listen to her other tracks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes when I listen to songs similar to this I picture things like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girls playing hop scotch, tender kisses, being in a&lt;/span&gt; steamy shower, an intense sissy fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/337837316082278487-6015445373110763874?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6015445373110763874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=6015445373110763874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/6015445373110763874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/6015445373110763874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/mp3-lykke-li-let-it-fall-at-i-guess-im.html' title='Little bit'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGdT7s8jMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SOnvEXaMrtg/s72-c/Little_Bit-Lykke_Li_480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-4773135318421433203</id><published>2008-09-29T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:24:18.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint no Z's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGWnOTcPGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dXbZBIIGvEo/s1600-h/coffee%2520poster.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251644241089412194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGWnOTcPGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dXbZBIIGvEo/s400/coffee%2520poster.bmp" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, what the lady says is true. Waking up at 5:45 in the morning is not an easy thing, no matter how early you go to sleep the night before. I tried &lt;em&gt;5 hour energy&lt;/em&gt;, and boy did it work! But it's a little expensive to pay a couple of dollars for just one sip. I needed another way to wake myself up in the morning, even if it wouldn't work as well as &lt;em&gt;5 hour energy&lt;/em&gt;...a more natural way. Coffee! I'll start drinking coffee (with extra sugar and milk...because as you probably already know, centaurs love milk and sugar!) when I wake up. Coffee used to have a very blah taste to it, now it's pretty tasty. I guess it's similar to the way that no child likes alcohol. I love the jittery effect to it! &lt;em&gt;My legs will not stop bouncing long after the last sip...I gotta start controlling myself&lt;/em&gt;. I think the reason I picked Coffee for my morning wake up, because one morning a few days ago I walked into my school, one of the teachers walked by me, I could smell a very distinct smell of coffee...oddly, it smelt sexy...like the smell of a mature kiss...I wanted that breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;-Edmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/337837316082278487-4773135318421433203?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/4773135318421433203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=4773135318421433203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/4773135318421433203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/4773135318421433203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/aint-no-zs.html' title='Aint no Z&apos;s'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGWnOTcPGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dXbZBIIGvEo/s72-c/coffee%2520poster.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-244416412998631710</id><published>2008-09-29T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:41:48.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJ4Bwsuc9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ETUpvx-dSto/s1600-h/olympics.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251892087115117522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJ4Bwsuc9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ETUpvx-dSto/s400/olympics.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember all the good times we had with each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That was a nice two and a half weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Staying up until 5 am...while sitting in front of the television-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chomping down bags of popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You loved the popcorn too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;, darling olympics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-244416412998631710?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/244416412998631710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=244416412998631710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/244416412998631710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/244416412998631710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOJ4Bwsuc9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ETUpvx-dSto/s72-c/olympics.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-1855378698678899013</id><published>2008-09-29T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:42:18.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan Mondegreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGP86O4J8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/epFrrVjpQyI/s1600-h/0001q9cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251636917077288898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGP86O4J8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/epFrrVjpQyI/s400/0001q9cp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you love a fun, relaxing, catchy, indie romance singer...listen to &lt;strong&gt;Dylan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mondegreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It has a bit of everything for anyone to enjoy (unless you have no soul). The whole album is pure &lt;em&gt;joy! ( If I could put every word of each and every song on here I would...and I could...but you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a bit lazy).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?sqwymlgjndd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?sqwymlgjndd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dylanmondegreen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/dylanmondegreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Download the album&lt;/strong&gt; by clicking the first link...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/337837316082278487-1855378698678899013?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1855378698678899013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=1855378698678899013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/1855378698678899013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/1855378698678899013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/dylan-mondegreen.html' title='Dylan Mondegreen'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SOGP86O4J8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/epFrrVjpQyI/s72-c/0001q9cp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-1433989567019386070</id><published>2008-09-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:30:13.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN-5aQihv6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XBSxzflgxAQ/s1600-h/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251119551304810402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="246" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN-5aQihv6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XBSxzflgxAQ/s400/Picture+237.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a new kitty cat a couple of weeks ago. I have one other cat named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to be a big bitch to anything living. This new cat named &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; could have a hard time adapting because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; isn't being friendly at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop hissing at her!&lt;/em&gt; Her name is Monkey because it has a big letter M on her head...as you can see. I had another cat that lived outside on my porch for six months...I couldn't let it inside, who knew what kind of diseases it had, but I fed him all the food I could spare, and pet him for long periods of time. I named this kitten also, it's name was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; He suddenly got weak and wouldn't eat the food I offered. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; down the farthest from my house one night, and died. Hope it didn't die a painful death...it was such a jolly cat, it wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; such a thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;-Edmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/337837316082278487-1433989567019386070?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1433989567019386070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=1433989567019386070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/1433989567019386070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/1433989567019386070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/kitty-cat.html' title='Kitty cat'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN-5aQihv6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XBSxzflgxAQ/s72-c/Picture+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-8893876438019151858</id><published>2008-09-28T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:07:27.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JEEZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN--L_c5suI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uuIB_iwGOa8/s1600-h/party-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251124803757781730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN--L_c5suI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uuIB_iwGOa8/s400/party-dog.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was on my school's public saving drive last year when I found the most ridiculous little essay! When I first saw it I thought it was so bizarre, I also could literally picture the person (I'm picturing a guy) chuckling while they sat down and wrote this with a friend, thinking they were geniuses or something. So reading it the first time around made me laugh also. It definitely has a W-T-F effect to it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't &lt;strong&gt;enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So I was naked right, when Ben came in and started to get freaky. He Plopped a biscuit right on my knob. Shit got awkward quick, real quick. One thing lead to the next, and three goats a giraffe and a wild rhino came in with party hats. I knew what the deal was. So I called up some midget hookers that I knew from chucky cheese. They brought over some string cheese and put it down the crack of my ass so slow, I moaned like a wilder beast and cried like a new born baby. I thought my ass was loose like a worn out rubber band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; until the hairy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;black transvestites came over to make steamy shemale love with it, and to weez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was covered in my own shit, blood, and my good friends come. Even though shit got real weird I loved the time I had with all the animals, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my good friends, the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;midget hookers, and my mean biscuit. I can’t wait till next Easter when we can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-8893876438019151858?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8893876438019151858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=8893876438019151858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8893876438019151858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8893876438019151858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/jeez.html' title='JEEZ.'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN--L_c5suI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uuIB_iwGOa8/s72-c/party-dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-938090664305485610</id><published>2008-09-27T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:32:07.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN78FNe3a1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fjjEDMEGetI/s1600-h/Harry-Potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250911382009244498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN78FNe3a1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fjjEDMEGetI/s400/Harry-Potter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well doesn't he look ravishing?!&lt;/em&gt; I realise that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry potter's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Radcliff&lt;/span&gt; looks much better with longer hair, well&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; is when he is taking on the Harry potter role. I wish I read Harry potter when I was younger, when they first came out. Back then I didn't like to read...but I was happy to see the movie, which for about a year I slightly enjoyed. It became very well known with my friends and in my school school, (where they would even have a whole day based around Harry potter games, watching the movies, dressing up like the characters, and talking about magic) where it never struck me that I would even want to read the book...I already knew what it was all about anyway. I just wish I liked to read when I was a kid because I'm sure I would have been a big fan of the books...and it could have been something that would stick with me, not like the movies. I tried to pick up the first book a couple of months ago but I thought of how many times this book has been read, (even by ten year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;) and how much I know the movies, so I found reading it to be a little boring...I put down the book after a short period of time. Did you know Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Radcliff&lt;/span&gt; is in the Broadway show called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Equus&lt;/span&gt;? It's a story of a psychiatrist who attempts to treat a young man who has a pathological religious/sexual fascination with horses. And guess who the man is to have that fascination with horses? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Radcliff&lt;/span&gt; of course! For girls (maybe guys?!) who are interested in knowing, his whole body is exposed more than once through out the play. ( What's a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; though is that a ticket for a weekend showing is over three hundred dollars. I would be willing to see this play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Radcliff&lt;/span&gt; in it or not, it seems really interesting, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Radcliff&lt;/span&gt; in a way ruins my chances. The price of the ticket ( I understand if they were a normal ticket price that every show would be sold out for many months) shows how most of the people going to the show are simply a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Radcliff&lt;/span&gt; fan...Anyway, along with books I didn't get to read when I was child, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would also be one of them. Except with this, I did not see the movie, nor did I hear what the story was even about, just that it's fun to read. So I read the first four of the series at the end of the summer and they are not necessarily children books, though most children would probably read it. It was pretty good, but I could go on and on about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;repetitious&lt;/span&gt; everything was...which is one of the reasons it's known as a children's book...and the reason I stopped reading.&lt;em&gt; How many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;freaken&lt;/span&gt; times can Count Olaf get away with dressing up as a different person to lure the children in to to handing over their family fortune, about &lt;strong&gt;13!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;-Edmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-938090664305485610?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/938090664305485610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=938090664305485610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/938090664305485610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/938090664305485610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN78FNe3a1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fjjEDMEGetI/s72-c/Harry-Potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-2567697329848683537</id><published>2008-09-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:33:27.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't this cool? A Chinese opera produced by the people in the band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and the people who illustrate their artwork. If this show was playing in the new york city area it would be completely worth seeing! Looks like a good mix of many entertaining things. I'm not a big fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now and then they can be fun to listen to! I won't mind listening to this even though it's in a different language, sometimes I feel listening to foreign music is relaxing...and a complete escape from everything else you listen to. In a way you can still understand what's going on but you aren't too affected by what they are saying. Simply lay back and enjoy the instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monkey- Journey to the West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XT0tBKB2_PA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XT0tBKB2_PA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They also have an album out that's really fun to listen to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you use torrents download it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Monkey bee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-2567697329848683537?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/2567697329848683537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=2567697329848683537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/2567697329848683537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/2567697329848683537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/monkey-journey-to-west.html' title='Opera'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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-337837316082278487.post-8477254787393053789</id><published>2008-09-27T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:14:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Anime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN6Ydk7pxeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OQsjcex-nOs/s1600-h/grave_of_the_fireflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250801849458083298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN6Ydk7pxeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OQsjcex-nOs/s400/grave_of_the_fireflies.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anime is commonly known as Japanese animation. To me, the most important thing a good anime &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; to be 'good' is of course, interesting animation. The visuals of a particular show or movie can turn a pathetic story into something very entertaining to watch. As well as coming across a pathetic anime with great animation, I'd also used to stumble upon an anime that had a fine story line but dull visuals. This made me think that the most important thing to an anime is the art...Yes anime can be dumb most of the time but if you grow up liking this style it could be something that could stick with you because of it's uniqueness, especially when you compare it to a normal cartoon and how much more advanced and remote it can be. One thing I liked about anime is that a lot of what it consists of can't be done or seen in a live action movie, probably because it would come off extremely corny. Then again, some animes' are pretty corny, (like when the show would add in too much sex appeal, like it's something the viewer &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt;) that's one of the few reasons why I don't like most anime any more. My anime years were when I was between the ages of 10-13, a very exciting three years. Over time I felt most of it became very dumb, dull, as well as not realising why I actually liked it. I'd still always prefer manga over anime because depending on which series there could be a lot more artsy features to it. Currently I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;into anime or manga at all, but there will always be a select few anime movies that will stay classic and always fun to watch, like the heart warming (and sad!) tale of war and family in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grave of the Fireflies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;-Edmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-8477254787393053789?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8477254787393053789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=8477254787393053789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8477254787393053789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8477254787393053789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-about-anime.html' title='Thoughts on Anime'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN6Ydk7pxeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OQsjcex-nOs/s72-c/grave_of_the_fireflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-1947912782109805605</id><published>2008-09-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:19:53.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The movie Persepolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN6GaZzf2DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P0F2NDvBFkE/s1600-h/pers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250782003722180658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN6GaZzf2DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P0F2NDvBFkE/s400/pers.bmp" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Persepolis is the story of a young girl in Iran during the Islamic Revolution. It is through the eyes of the precocious and outspoken 9-year-old Marji. We see hopes eliminated as fundamentalists take power--forcing the veil on women and imprisoning thousands. Clever and fearless, Marji outsmarts the adults in her community and discovers punk fashion, Michael Jackson and Iron Maiden. Yet when her uncle is senselessly executed and as bombs fall around Tehran in the Iran war, the daily fear that permeates life in Iran is palpable. Marji is freed from the violence in her late teenaged years by living in France and Austria, discovering a life of free speech, rock shows, and sexuality. This is a must see wonderfully told story with a unique style (including its animation). I'd suggest you watch the trailer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TRAILER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PXHeKuBzPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PXHeKuBzPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;-Edmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-1947912782109805605?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/1947912782109805605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=1947912782109805605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/1947912782109805605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/1947912782109805605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/id-like-to-present-you-one-of-my.html' title='The movie Persepolis'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN6GaZzf2DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P0F2NDvBFkE/s72-c/pers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-3532049223985585687</id><published>2008-09-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:49:07.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN5Qhg1wQNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xoG6mlcSbIU/s1600-h/0926080613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250722752241877202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="238" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN5Qhg1wQNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xoG6mlcSbIU/s400/0926080613.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up this morning realising I have my first wave of the season! &lt;em&gt;-laughs-&lt;/em&gt; When my hair becomes too long it gets wavy, this wave is a simple sign that a hair cut will be needed soon unless I want a messy shag of a head. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; cut it, shorter hair is much cleaner looking anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-3532049223985585687?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3532049223985585687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=3532049223985585687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/3532049223985585687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/3532049223985585687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN5Qhg1wQNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xoG6mlcSbIU/s72-c/0926080613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-3094917042424424847</id><published>2008-09-26T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:44:06.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plump Mannequins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN29kUS09bI/AAAAAAAAADA/J8e1qmo9hEk/s1600-h/fat_mannequins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250561172204484018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN29kUS09bI/AAAAAAAAADA/J8e1qmo9hEk/s400/fat_mannequins.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was very surprised in a good way when I viewed this picture. An overweight mannequin?! Yes! It's a great thing to come across, especially because it's so rare to find. It's a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; that it's hard to come across because in reality not every woman and man has as sexy of a figure compared to the typical mannequin, especially in the United States. I know most people would tend to think the clothes the mannequin's wear look the best on a slim structure, but 1/3 of America qualify as obese/ overweight, so I wonder if stores were to exchange most of their mannequin's ( slim ones) with some mannequins that are a larger (heavier) model, if there could be an increase or decrease in sales on the item the mannequin is wearing, after a long period of time in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; store. I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know that these mannequins would oddly stand out and perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; some chuckles, not like every overweight person that walks by is laughed at. These mannequins are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-3094917042424424847?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3094917042424424847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=3094917042424424847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/3094917042424424847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/3094917042424424847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/plump-mannequin.html' title='Plump Mannequins'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN29kUS09bI/AAAAAAAAADA/J8e1qmo9hEk/s72-c/fat_mannequins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-7426914551000914131</id><published>2008-09-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:00:42.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Machine Girl- The Best Worst film of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipponcinema.com/images/releases/the_machine_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 548px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="584" alt="" src="http://www.nipponcinema.com/images/releases/the_machine_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Machine Girl is one of those movies that is successful only because it purposely tries to be bad; or are they serious? Of course, that doesn't make it good. Ninjas, flying guillotines, drill bras, a girl with a machine gun for an arm-massive vein spraying blood loss, fake fighting, torn or chopped off limbs; eye balls, and heads made of wax, corny English dubbing, an awfully stupid plot that would seem immensely hilarious in an American theatre ( it only could feel acceptable to a Japanese audience), and a low budget on computer technology which was obvious they needed to make things seem more serious and credible, this made the action/fighting scenes look staged and just plain trite. Anyway, how could you not want to watch this movie after viewing the bizzare[ly idiotic] trailer that has been watch by large numbers while floating around the internet for about a year now? [Trailer at bottom.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to have a good time? Don't just watch the trailer, gather a bunch of friends and make a large bowl of popcorn! The trailer spoiled all the best parts for me, but I can certainly imagine how outrageous this movie would've been had I walked into it blindly. The conundrum here is that most people probably would have no interest in watching this movie without seeing the trailer. I must say the first half hour of it's most serious moments were still pretty dimwitted, however it definitely kept my attention for the rest of the movie. By the end though it began to get extremely slow-paced and I just wanted it to finish so I can comment on it's many flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With that said , this is a Japanese revenge fantasy that revolves around Ami Hyuga, whose brother is brutally murdered by bullies for lunch money( funny right?). In a Kill Bill-like fashion, Ami starts hunting down his killers one by one. Who ever said two wrongs don't need to make a right? But when she confronts the Yakuza (mafia) family/ Ninja (Yes...modern day Ninjas ) responsible for her brother's death, she's outnumbered and captured. Rather than killing her, the family chooses to torture her, first slicing off her fingers and then her left arm. She manages to escape and seeks refuge with a friend who engineers a machine-gun arm for her to aid her in her revenge quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Playing with knives is all fun and games until someone shows up to shoot you in the face eighty-nine times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;/strong&gt; In Japanese culture, accusing someone of murder over breakfast is a major social faux pas, and often results in burning arms that turn into tempura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Massive, untreated blood loss is really no big deal for people, probably because the human body contains around eight gallons of blood stored under high pressure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 4:&lt;/strong&gt; You're not selfish for killing people when one of your loved ones have died, they will be smiling down from the heavens with glee. Killing for revenge is 'obviously' not going to be making things worse for many more people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 5:&lt;/strong&gt; It is possible to shoot a man with a machine gun in such a way that it strips all the skin from his bones without breaking them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was obvious the makers of this film imagined it would come out much cooler than it actually did. It definitely showed that even some unrealistic films can't be done too great in this day in age. Even as a Japanese animation I'm sure it still would of been dreadfully stupid, but it would have been much more professional looking and on Japanese anime-standards, perhaps good[?]. I find it interesting how they seek out the 'most awesome' reasons for these characters to kill each other (joking). Ah but it's always fun to see how far the Japanese will go with the bizarre and the grotesque, and clearly in this movie there's no limits or morals what-so-ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE OBNOXIOUS TRAILER :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSpCWJnnWVI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSpCWJnnWVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSpCWJnnWVI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Edmond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-7426914551000914131?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7426914551000914131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=7426914551000914131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/7426914551000914131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/7426914551000914131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/machine-girl-best-worst-film-of-all_26.html' title='The Machine Girl- The Best Worst film of all time'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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-337837316082278487.post-8947924934508269591</id><published>2008-09-26T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:49:44.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-INTRODUCTION-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be honest, my name is Keith, but please call me &lt;strong&gt;Edmond.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Check out my profile to learn a little more about me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I will be sharing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Experiences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN3CpFQpk3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lECxmPCgnA8/s1600-h/0815081135.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250566751626302322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN3CpFQpk3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lECxmPCgnA8/s400/0815081135.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; (in school and out)&lt;br /&gt;- Feelings and opinions&lt;br /&gt;- Music&lt;br /&gt;- Art/ photos (of any sort) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Films&lt;br /&gt;- Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Things that stike me fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't judge my centaur aspects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-8947924934508269591?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/8947924934508269591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=8947924934508269591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8947924934508269591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/8947924934508269591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/introduction.html' title='-INTRODUCTION-'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN3CpFQpk3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lECxmPCgnA8/s72-c/0815081135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337837316082278487.post-946953649139662040</id><published>2008-09-26T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:39:17.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Your Pompous Centaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN1Zwn67E9I/AAAAAAAAACo/mQYi1vn0-54/s1600-h/centaurdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250451432468583378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN1Zwn67E9I/AAAAAAAAACo/mQYi1vn0-54/s320/centaurdf.JPG" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a centaur. I'm indeed blessed with this form, for being a centaur is the most delightful way to live. I don’t just consist of the most charming effects of a voluptuous human being, but also the gallant physical appearance of a horse. My father was a stallion, (a conceited one might I add!) and my mother who was a beautiful human mistress, formed my slick human half. During their late youth, them both vigorously making love on the stage of their grand production Nessus, got my mother pregnant with myself, Edmond, the only centaur willing to please you with my natural life-styles and much more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337837316082278487-946953649139662040?l=pompouscentaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/feeds/946953649139662040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337837316082278487&amp;postID=946953649139662040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/946953649139662040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337837316082278487/posts/default/946953649139662040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pompouscentaur.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-centaur_26.html' title='I Am Your Pompous Centaur'/><author><name>The Pompous Centaur</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa4_T35faO8/SN1Zwn67E9I/AAAAAAAAACo/mQYi1vn0-54/s72-c/centaurdf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
