<?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-26981283</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:22:04.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ever Onward"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-9200115608227158340</id><published>2008-12-10T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:39:33.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora</title><content type='html'>PANDORA WORKS ON PS3 NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the new 2.53 update and with improvements with Flash 9 Ps3 is now able to PLAY PANDORA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-9200115608227158340?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/9200115608227158340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=9200115608227158340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/9200115608227158340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/9200115608227158340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/12/pandora.html' title='Pandora'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-280574863672013172</id><published>2008-12-10T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:27.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1994's Most Bizarre Murder Homocide Suicide by Don Harper Mills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="display-centre" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;1994's Most Bizarre Suicide&lt;/h1&gt;     &lt;h2&gt;Don Harper Mills&lt;/h2&gt;          &lt;p&gt;At the 1994 annual awards dinner given by the American Association for       Forensic Sciences, AAFS President Don Harper Mills astounded his audience       in San Diego with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the       story...&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;On March 23 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and       concluded that he died from a gunshot wound of the head caused by a       shotgun. Investigation to that point had revealed that the decedent had       jumped from the top of a ten story building with the intent to commit       suicide. (He left a note indicating his despondency.) As he passed the 9th       floor on the way down, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast through       a window, killing him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the decedent was       aware that a safety net had been erected at the 8th floor level to protect       some window washers, and that the decedent would not have been able to       complete his intent to commit suicide because of this...&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Ordinarily a person who starts into motion the events with a suicide       intent ultimately commits suicide even though the mechanism might be not       what he intended. That he was shot on the way to certain death nine       stories below probably would not change his mode of death from suicide to       homicide, but the fact that his suicide intent would not have been       achieved under any circumstance caused the medical examiner to feel that       he had homicide on his hands...&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Further investigation led to the discovery that the room on the 9th       floor from whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly       man and his wife. He was threatening her with the shotgun because of an       interspousal spat and became so upset that he could not hold the shotgun       straight. Therefore, when he pulled the trigger, he completely missed his       wife, and the pellets went through the window, striking the decedent.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;When one intends to kill subject A, but kills subject B in the attempt,       one is guilty of the murder of subject B. The old man was confronted with       this conclusion, but both he and his wife were adamant in stating that       neither knew that the shotgun was loaded. It was the longtime habit of the       old man to threaten his wife with an unloaded shotgun. He had no intent to       murder her; therefore, the killing of the decedent appeared then to be       accident. That is, the gun had been accidentally loaded...&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;But further investigation turned up a witness that their son was seen       loading the shotgun approximately six weeks prior to the fatal accident.       That investigation showed that the mother (the old lady) had cut off her       son's financial support, and her son, knowing the propensity of his father       to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that       the father would shoot his mother. The case now becomes one of murder on       the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus...&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Further investigation revealed that the son became increasingly       despondent over the failure of his attempt to get his mother murdered.       This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23, only to be       killed by a shotgun blast through a 9th story window.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-280574863672013172?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/280574863672013172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=280574863672013172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/280574863672013172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/280574863672013172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/12/1994s-most-bizarre-murder-homocide.html' title='1994&apos;s Most Bizarre Murder Homocide Suicide by Don Harper Mills'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-170961200188013020</id><published>2008-12-04T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:06:20.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why College Student Have Trouble Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Just an interesting article from Colorado College's John Riker about why college students don't mature as quickly as they do outside of college at both younger stages in life and life after college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;Why College Students Have Trouble Growing Up  &lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt; By JOHN RIKER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Philosophy Professor &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Having talked in depth with CC students about their college experiences and read about student life at other colleges and universities, I find that institutions of higher education usually provide excellent environments for cognitive development, yet have trouble providing students with an adequate environment for social, moral or psychological growth. The result is that many students, feeling that they do not have the maturity of self or depth of personal skills to confront the difficult problems of adulthood, show a reluctance to enter the world beyond college. They are afraid of marriage and other adult forms of intimacy, and tremble at having to enter professional life. They invent wonderful stories for themselves and their parents about needing time off or wanting to travel after college, but often behind these marvelous plans lies a terrible fear: that they simply are not ready for the adult world. They are not ready because something did not happen during the college years that should have -- they did not grow up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Ever since the 1970s when colleges relinquished the notion that they should act like parents (the doctrine of in loco parentis), they have let students construct their own social and personal lives with few restrictions and little guidance. Students, of course, welcomed this change -- even demanded it as part of the social revolution of the '60s -- for it meant that there were no adults around who might challenge their values and behavior. Students were happy not to be treated as children and faculty, now in an intensely competitive job market that favored publication over teaching and advising, decided that their time would be much better spent researching and writing than being with students. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The freedom granted students, however, has had its cost in patterns of arrested psychological, social and moral development. When Alexander Astin, the most important researcher of college life in America, decided to study how college life affects personality and self-concept, he was shocked to find that the most significant shift during the college years was a significant increase in the number of students experiencing a diminished sense of psychological well-being. He found that students tended to feel more depressed as seniors than they were as first-year students. They also felt "overwhelmed," or without the strength of self to deal with life's problems. The growth of self, he found, has not kept pace in college with the increasing complexity of life that college students experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are numerous interrelated factors hindering the maturational process during the college years, including the age isolation college students face. When a typical high school graduate goes to college, the student rarely has personal (rather than professional) contact with anyone older or younger. There are typically no children or young adolescents on campuses who can help remind one of what the earlier stages of life were like. There is also an increasing absence of adults on campus. Dorms tend to be run either by peers or young adults. Professors are becoming less available to students in general and almost completely unavailable for non-academic guidance and role-modeling. Hence, college students often find themselves in a developmental vacuum with no children to remind them of what they have been and no adults to act as models for what they might become. The absence of adults is especially detrimental for, as Harvard psychiatrist George Vaillant has persuasively shown, the most significant vehicle for post-childhood development is a mentoring relationship between a young person and an admired adult. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Age isolation also tends to reinforce the powerful hold of youth culture on college students. This culture rejects the traditional view that sees youth as a transitional stage between childhood and adulthood, claiming instead that youth should be sustained for as long as possible and adulthood should be avoided like the plague. For all of its exhilaration and excitement, however, youth culture can only produce a repetition of adolescent forms of thought and action with no impetus toward development into mature forms of personal and social life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Personal development occurs most dramatically in social interactions. It is in these interactions that students develop skills to relate to others, learn to deal with rejection and satisfy their needs to be known and loved for who they are. If the college social scene is dominated by alcohol and drugs, intoxication makes it exceedingly difficult to develop social skills, heighten responsiveness or deepen relationships. If every party centers on alcohol, students cannot confront new social problems to solve, find new ways of interacting with others or develop new possibilities for the deeper realization of the basic needs for recognition, empathy and friendship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another part of social life where growth can take place is in campus discussions about vital issues. If these discussions teach students to tolerate differences of opinion, listen carefully to all sides of a complex issue and feel the intense emotions of the participants without becoming overwhelmed before reaching a reasoned, thoughtful conclusion, maturity can and will develop. Unfortunately, the rise of political correctness has led to the near extinction of campus discourse about important issues. Rather than open, many-sided discussions, discourse situations now involve students advocating politically correct positions and demanding allegiance to them. Students who disagree do not merely hold different opinions, they are viewed as personally attacking the speaker, breaking solidarity or revealing prejudice against a group. Students who voice dissent risk the possibility of being labeled a racist, sexist or simply naive. In the face of such threats, most remain silent or avoid such discussions altogether. But advocating, showing allegiance or being silent makes little difference to the process of development for, in all cases, complexity is not encountered and growth does not take place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The college environment also makes individuation difficult by making intimacy difficult. Intimacy -- a love relation in which two persons accept and affirm one another for who they are and not for the roles they are playing or facades they are masquerading -- is probably the greatest possible aid to personal development during the college years. It is hard to recognize self worth unless that worth is recognized by others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; With intimacy, childish narcissistic tendencies must be curbed in order to fully take into account and appreciate another person. A young person will rarely endure this kind of vulnerability without being in a strongly committed relationship. Such commitments are frustrated by the college environment, mainly because the college years are short and students either transfer, drop out or do not know what they want to do after college or where they want to do it. With this kind of uncertainty about the future, how can a student make a commitment to sustain a love relationship? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For many, going to college means preparing for a career in one of the key professions. Anything that is likely to compromise that goal must be held at arm's length. Love is the greatest obstacle to such single-mindedness and that which is most likely to deviate students from their professional pursuits. Joe is accepted into the law program at Berkeley; Susan wishes to pursue a Ph.D. in physics at MIT. They cannot allow themselves to fall too much in love or the dream of one will have to give way to the dream of the other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These psychological problems, the loss of traditional support systems college students leave at home and the frequent loss of a narrative direction during the college years make it difficult for graduates at commencement to feel as though they have the strength and vitality of self to face the most complex and difficult form of adult life ever invented. While I believe CC does much better with these problems than most schools, it could still do more, especially with its anemic system of advising. &lt;img src="http://www.coloradocollege.edu/Publications/access/AccessA.gif" width="14" height="13" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-170961200188013020?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/170961200188013020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=170961200188013020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/170961200188013020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New from TGI Fridays: Friday's at Fridays are Frydays"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The moon is as full as my glass tonight, that is to say, its looking rather optimistic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So after not doing anything at all, I'd like to do a little less." - Ben Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How Will Ferrell Killed Jazz Flute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your getting to old when you start believing that this is all real and this is what its all about...that this is all its about period...when you start seeing standard as regular"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is Money is kinda deeper then I thought. Maybe its just so obvious that repeating it in my head is finally breakin it in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"50 cent more like 50 percent bitch which is 50 percent female and 50 percent snitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are one book in a library of possibilities...you can only read your own language"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything at once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got 60 dollars worth of dominoes back at my place on the floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait 60 dollars worth of pizza or the other kind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo yesterday we had some people over last night and they were from Israel... thats chill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not exploit the holiday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ashes fall to the ground like dead flies...my cigar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With complex times comes simple music"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried talking to a democrat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it all talking or was there listening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't take life seriously"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moments to life, frames to movies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only have one question, do you have the answer?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3157145815314495543?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3157145815314495543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3157145815314495543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3157145815314495543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3157145815314495543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/05/quotes-from-my-phone.html' title='Quotes From My Phone'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6418122292410545537</id><published>2008-04-11T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:19:06.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click this and you get 25 bucks if your approved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- By copying and pasting and/or using the Refer a Friend Button software you are accepting and assenting to the terms of the MoneyExchange Button Software License set forth at https://www.revolutionmoneyexchange.com/website/Licenses.aspx --&gt;I am full on dead serious you get $25. It takes about 2 minutes to sign up. This service is exactly like pay pal except they start your account with $25 which you can use like real cash or even transfer to your checking account for free. Its a free $25 bucks you might as well do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.revolutionmoneyexchange.com/ReferAFriend/ReferAFriend_landing.aspx?referreremail=Bene340@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.revolutionmoneyexchange.com/images/raf_signup.gif" alt="Refer A Friend using Revolution Money Exchange" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some people have been asking me questions and I realize this is sketchy but its legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do they ask for my SS#?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its run by a bank and they need to verify you are an actual person. They don't want to give 25 bucks to some guy that just makes a bunch of these to 1000 different email addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should I trust it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company also has financial backing from such giants as Morgan Stanley and Citi, and received $50 million in venture capital backed by Ted Leonsis, owner of the Washington Wizards and Washington Capitals, and Steve Case, the founder of AOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do they make money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Basically they need to compete with pay pal in order to do this they need to get people using the service first. They are offering $25 to entice you and  praying you keep using the service. You can still just send the money to y our  checking account which takes 2-3 days for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you have any other questions Aim: Benew0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checkout this place too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://smartinternetmarketing.org/blog/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6418122292410545537?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6418122292410545537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6418122292410545537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6418122292410545537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/02/aspen_8846.html' title='Aspen'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8YmI6hfcwI/AAAAAAAAABs/I0KjUQ-lDH4/s72-c/0227081412-726767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-1601628300777507903</id><published>2008-02-27T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:21.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8Yl9qhfcvI/AAAAAAAAABk/jCYXpdjfZrQ/s1600-h/0227081413-782318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/02/aspen_5519.html' title='Aspen'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8Yl9qhfcvI/AAAAAAAAABk/jCYXpdjfZrQ/s72-c/0227081413-782318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-3527463953049241323</id><published>2008-02-27T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:21.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8YlhKhfcuI/AAAAAAAAABc/Uvoq9LRdqHE/s1600-h/0227081413a-768333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8YlhKhfcuI/AAAAAAAAABc/Uvoq9LRdqHE/s320/0227081413a-768333.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171862473772331746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3527463953049241323?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3527463953049241323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3527463953049241323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3527463953049241323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3527463953049241323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/02/aspen_8391.html' title='Aspen'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8YlhKhfcuI/AAAAAAAAABc/Uvoq9LRdqHE/s72-c/0227081413a-768333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-9629451949454638</id><published>2008-02-27T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:21.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8Yku6hfctI/AAAAAAAAABU/0y7DspREG6U/s1600-h/0227081413b-767469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8Yku6hfctI/AAAAAAAAABU/0y7DspREG6U/s320/0227081413b-767469.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171861610483905234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-9629451949454638?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/9629451949454638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=9629451949454638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/9629451949454638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/9629451949454638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/02/aspen_3457.html' title='Aspen'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8Yku6hfctI/AAAAAAAAABU/0y7DspREG6U/s72-c/0227081413b-767469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-7548920653366432293</id><published>2008-02-27T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:22.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8XuC6hfcsI/AAAAAAAAABM/YiJ35Hzd1pE/s1600-h/0227081413c-766986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8XuC6hfcsI/AAAAAAAAABM/YiJ35Hzd1pE/s320/0227081413c-766986.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171801480941761218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-7548920653366432293?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/7548920653366432293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=7548920653366432293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7548920653366432293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7548920653366432293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/02/aspen_27.html' title='Aspen'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8XuC6hfcsI/AAAAAAAAABM/YiJ35Hzd1pE/s72-c/0227081413c-766986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-7738438215572817561</id><published>2008-02-27T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:22.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8XtvKhfcrI/AAAAAAAAABE/SzJql40lfgw/s1600-h/0227081418-788141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8XtvKhfcrI/AAAAAAAAABE/SzJql40lfgw/s320/0227081418-788141.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171801141639344818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-7738438215572817561?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/7738438215572817561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=7738438215572817561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7738438215572817561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7738438215572817561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/02/aspen.html' title='Aspen'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/R8XtvKhfcrI/AAAAAAAAABE/SzJql40lfgw/s72-c/0227081418-788141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6572360054126864803</id><published>2008-02-22T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:49:50.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to get to Aspen</title><content type='html'>We boarded the plane in Burlington one man short but we would meet him later at our destination, Aspen Colorado. Then they fucking cancel the flight, then they cancel our connecting flight so we fucking drive to Albany and shit is so sketch and now we are waiting here to get a plane to Chicago, to get a plane to Denver, to drive to fucking Aspen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be skiing right now, but at this rate who knows when it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6572360054126864803?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6572360054126864803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6572360054126864803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6572360054126864803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6572360054126864803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2008/02/trying-to-get-to-aspen.html' title='Trying to get to Aspen'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-3088597693867697707</id><published>2007-12-13T13:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:57:47.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Yeah, that's it. Just relax.&lt;br /&gt;Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG.&lt;br /&gt;Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV.&lt;br /&gt;Lock your doors. Close your mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the two-minute warning.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Welcome to 1984&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for the third world war?!?&lt;br /&gt;You too will meet the secret police&lt;br /&gt;They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3088597693867697707?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3088597693867697707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3088597693867697707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3088597693867697707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3088597693867697707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/12/bigger-problems.html' title='Bigger Problems'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4090929441901818757</id><published>2007-12-11T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:37:06.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Exploit...</title><content type='html'>Hollywood and entertainment used to be great because it was built around extremes. On one end you had movies and shows about the perfect hero's making minimal mistakes but always in the end coming out on top overcoming adversity and saving the day. On the other hand you had the fucking ridiculous sub human character teaching you what not be. So go figure that after 30 years it started to get old and finally someone realized the next best thing to exploit...reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to see whats normal. We like to see what other people will do in certain situations and this lead to reality television. Go figure that the new trend is to see, not a super hero or a monster, but ourselves in ridiculous situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really goes to show how amused we can be staring into a mirror...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4090929441901818757?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4090929441901818757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4090929441901818757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4090929441901818757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4090929441901818757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/12/newest-exploit.html' title='The Newest Exploit...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-2224396468454443822</id><published>2007-10-12T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:21:21.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But We'll Stay</title><content type='html'>Download link for such great heights - ben folds five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beohm.com/identica/abc/suchgreat.mp4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.beohm.com/identica/abc/suchgreat.mp4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(right-click save as)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-2224396468454443822?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/2224396468454443822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=2224396468454443822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2224396468454443822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2224396468454443822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-well-stay.html' title='But We&apos;ll Stay'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-8840855760865923930</id><published>2007-09-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T07:42:35.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Art</title><content type='html'>Really Amazing stuff, seriously if your bored &lt;a href="http://www.funforever.net/archives/dont-try-this-at-home/"&gt;check it out. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-8840855760865923930?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/8840855760865923930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=8840855760865923930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8840855760865923930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8840855760865923930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/09/book-art.html' title='Book Art'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6822497319386343067</id><published>2007-09-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:15:00.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost America</title><content type='html'>http://www.lostamerica.com/roadside.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6822497319386343067?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6822497319386343067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6822497319386343067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6822497319386343067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6822497319386343067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-america.html' title='Lost America'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4272408867843921235</id><published>2007-08-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:17:45.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 am, breathe.</title><content type='html'>1:20 in to "Sahara"&lt;br /&gt;2:29 in to "North Pole"&lt;br /&gt;by Armin van Buuren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll just understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4272408867843921235?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4272408867843921235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4272408867843921235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4272408867843921235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4272408867843921235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-am-breathe.html' title='2 am, breathe.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-3772976859486418996</id><published>2007-07-23T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:22.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RqVD-_yVK4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Q4PvYBRcAXk/s1600-h/0721070536-762141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RqVD-_yVK4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Q4PvYBRcAXk/s320/0721070536-762141.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Benny Benassi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3772976859486418996?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3772976859486418996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3772976859486418996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3772976859486418996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3772976859486418996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/07/benny-benassi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RqVD-_yVK4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Q4PvYBRcAXk/s72-c/0721070536-762141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4303142600495165760</id><published>2007-07-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:22.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RpmVc3yDWeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PiVZ2JmIJF4/s1600-h/0714072332-786802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RpmVc3yDWeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PiVZ2JmIJF4/s320/0714072332-786802.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Doug Marsh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4303142600495165760?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4303142600495165760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4303142600495165760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4303142600495165760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4303142600495165760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/07/doug-marsh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RpmVc3yDWeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PiVZ2JmIJF4/s72-c/0714072332-786802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-454324649593108733</id><published>2007-07-14T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:45:22.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RpmIHHyDWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eUXWwS4W8kE/s1600-h/0714072235-770878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RpmIHHyDWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eUXWwS4W8kE/s320/0714072235-770878.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Built to spill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-454324649593108733?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/454324649593108733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=454324649593108733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/454324649593108733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/454324649593108733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/07/built-to-spill.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRymBtb6J9k/RpmIHHyDWdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eUXWwS4W8kE/s72-c/0714072235-770878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-2078955753013106159</id><published>2007-04-27T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:54:05.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lester Bangs</title><content type='html'>Its become an industry of cool. The swill merchants have one. Here's some Lester Bangs Quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a fact that nine-tenths of the HUMAN RACE never have and never will think for themselves, about anything. Whether it's music or Reaganomics, say, almost everybody prefers to sit and &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt; till somebody who seems to have some kind of authority even if it's seldom too clear just where they got it to come along and inform them one and all what their position on the matter should be. Then they all agree that this is gospel, and gang up to persecute whatever minority might happen to disagree. This is the history of the human race, certainly the history of music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In America you can ease into middle age with the accoutrements of adolescence still prominent and suffer relatively minor embarrassment: okay, so the guy's still got his sideburns and rod and beer and beergut and wife and three kids and a duplex and never grew up. So what? You're not supposed to grow up in America. You're supposed to consume. But in Britain it seems there is some ideal, no, some dry river one is expected to ford, so you can enter that sedate bubble where you raise a family, contributing in your small way to your society and keep your mouth shut. Until you get old, that is, when you can become an "eccentric"— do and say outrageous things, naughty things, because it's expected of you, you've crossed to the other mirror of the telescope of childhood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What all this posturing and fake glamor results in is a vast detachment and cynicism on the part of the artists. Since it's impossible to have respect for an audience that'll take just about anything you care to dish out, and the impassive demeanor is so central to the role, a general numbnose is all that can be expected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys Genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-2078955753013106159?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/2078955753013106159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=2078955753013106159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2078955753013106159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2078955753013106159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/04/lester-bangs.html' title='Lester Bangs'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-2495255442313325651</id><published>2007-03-03T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:03:22.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/z/126052/0303071331-702955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/320/z/518656/0303071331-702955.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Beautiful Aspen Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-2495255442313325651?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/2495255442313325651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=2495255442313325651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2495255442313325651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2495255442313325651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-aspen-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6911958320274926201</id><published>2007-02-25T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:59:10.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to Aspen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/z/625087/0224071709-737962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 289px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/320/z/399167/0224071709-737962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/z/553066/0224071746-738648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 290px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/320/z/47035/0224071746-738648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6911958320274926201?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6911958320274926201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6911958320274926201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6911958320274926201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6911958320274926201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='On the way to Aspen'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-2151596673611235274</id><published>2007-02-22T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:35:34.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think they called it the present because its a present?</title><content type='html'>Do you think they called it the present because its a present? Meech thought that was a pretty clever line so I had to save it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-2151596673611235274?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/2151596673611235274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=2151596673611235274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2151596673611235274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2151596673611235274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-think-they-called-it-present.html' title='Do you think they called it the present because its a present?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6175215929112977783</id><published>2007-02-22T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:59:12.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/z/873702/0222072247-752539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/320/z/865597/0222072247-752539.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Currently your looking at a picture of JFK airport also known as my home/bedroom for the night cause fucking jet blue is the most retarded airline company ever and told us theyd hold our flight and instead just let the fucker leave with out us. So this pretty much fucks part one of the ski trip aka vail freshies but aspen and breck still await.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6175215929112977783?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6175215929112977783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6175215929112977783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6175215929112977783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6175215929112977783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-your-looking-at-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-441191915696273022</id><published>2007-02-20T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:43:19.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modest Mouse New Album Leakage</title><content type='html'>Modest Mouse's new album leaked about a month early of its release date. I'm pretty excited for this one but for some reason I just haven't had the time to give it a full listen. So far the one single definetely sucks which is a lame shame. I hope they don't follow suite of Good News for People Who Love Bad News and try and make this an MTV album because they are so much better then that. Anyways its Modest Mouse so it can't suck too much so you should probably download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-441191915696273022?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/441191915696273022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=441191915696273022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/441191915696273022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/441191915696273022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/02/modest-mouse-new-album-leakage.html' title='Modest Mouse New Album Leakage'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5056489000539825386</id><published>2007-01-28T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:22:37.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Movie Sucks</title><content type='html'>Epic Movie sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5056489000539825386?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5056489000539825386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5056489000539825386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5056489000539825386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5056489000539825386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/01/epic-movie-sucks.html' title='Epic Movie Sucks'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-388078243512655231</id><published>2007-01-24T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:08:52.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV: Maui / Gym Class Heroes</title><content type='html'>MTV has hit an all time low. Gym Class Heroes is a band containing a multitude of diverse genre's mixed together to form a unique sound, in one ear you hear hip hop and in the other its punk. There's no doubt that they will be inspiring great music to come and the MTV audience has already discovered them and pushed there single Cupid's Choke hold on to Total Request Live currently placed at number 9 in the standings. While I'm happy most of the time when a good artists music becomes popular I think its a little absurd in this case because the song that has finally hit the charts is more then a year old, almost two. So whats next Neutral Milk Hotel? Wilco? how about Led Zeppelin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV has also started a new show called Maui Fever probably due to the popularity of there other reality TV shows namely Laguna beach. This show concentrates on a mostly white cast and the typical MTV story line of getting drunk, having sex, and the drama that happens afterwards. My problem with it isn't so much how insulting the show is, but more MTV's choice in the people they casted. I know the editing process gives a whole new lens on how we view these typical Maui citizens but these people are so fucking ugly and stupid I'm surprised MTV, who thrives off of stereotypes and beauty, thought that this show should be aired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-388078243512655231?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/388078243512655231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=388078243512655231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/388078243512655231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/388078243512655231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/01/mtv-maui-gym-class-heroes.html' title='MTV: Maui / Gym Class Heroes'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-3870985025700381785</id><published>2007-01-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:23:47.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutha Fuckas Gonna Drop Under Pressure.</title><content type='html'>New Music. Get Mylo's Destroy Rock 'N' Roll. Or At least the track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drop the Pressure&lt;/span&gt; off that album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up some albums and have yet to give them a full listen but I started with Mylo's Destroy Rock 'N' Roll which I honestly have to say is the best electronic album I've heard in awhile. Very Daft Punk and very Benny Benassi at the same time maybe with a bit of Acid Jazz mixed into the loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other ish I downloaded I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mos Def's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Undeniable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LCD Sound System's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound of Silver&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greatest Hits&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funk Power&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beck's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Information&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Franz Ferdinand's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Could Have it So Much Better With Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt; (probably not going to listen to that ever), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modest Mouse's&lt;/span&gt; new single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dashboard&lt;/span&gt; off the future release &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Were Dead Before the Ship Sank. &lt;/span&gt;(Which was really disappointing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Well this is all about my problems to get out of drugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cause I had enough of that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've had the college,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've had the earning the money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and the material trip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just decided I was going to find a new way of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And so i took off on my bycicle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Peddling up to highway one,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and found myself one day in Urica California."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mylo-Sunworshipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3870985025700381785?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3870985025700381785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3870985025700381785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3870985025700381785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3870985025700381785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-music-get-mylos-destroy-rock-n-roll.html' title='Mutha Fuckas Gonna Drop Under Pressure.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-7622763378120524766</id><published>2007-01-15T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T08:33:15.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Too</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-7622763378120524766?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/7622763378120524766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=7622763378120524766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7622763378120524766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7622763378120524766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-you-too.html' title='I Miss You Too'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6733803171400245436</id><published>2007-01-13T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:06:25.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha hours after learning about getting a DUI</title><content type='html'>Ha hours after learning about getting a DUI, I get a fucking citation from Champlain. Honestly my life is not doing so well right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6733803171400245436?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6733803171400245436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6733803171400245436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6733803171400245436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6733803171400245436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/01/ha-hours-after-learning-about-getting.html' title='Ha hours after learning about getting a DUI'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5471072560804878177</id><published>2007-01-13T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:03:18.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year...So its official I got a DUI</title><content type='html'>My blood test came back and I've got my first felony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:GENEVA,HELVETICA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"When you're back in your old neighborhood,&lt;br /&gt;the cigarettes taste so good.&lt;br /&gt;But you're so misunderstood. You're so misunderstood...&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank you all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt; I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5471072560804878177?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5471072560804878177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5471072560804878177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5471072560804878177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5471072560804878177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-yearso-its-official-i-got-dui.html' title='Happy New Year...So its official I got a DUI'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-7056596354134463399</id><published>2007-01-02T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:28:08.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/876965/0102071159-743806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/320/619309/0102071159-743806.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hey everyone who's wondering, I'm ok. For people who don't know whats up I basically had the shittiest New Years ever including but not limited to totaling my friends car trying to get her home due to ridiculously icy roads (aka the ambulance couldn't even reach us they had to send 2) as well as breaking my collar bone...good news is i'm alive (should be dead) Cas is doing fine too, no dui yet (pray for .07 for me), and i got a vicodin prescription. Probably not getting out of the house for awhile so feel free to drop by and keep me company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-7056596354134463399?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/7056596354134463399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=7056596354134463399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7056596354134463399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7056596354134463399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-everyone-whos-wondering-i-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-142124359347699222</id><published>2007-01-01T02:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:42:24.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really bad New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/881695/0101070540-744830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/320/797193/0101070540-744830.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If anything happens to her I swear i&amp;#39;m gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-142124359347699222?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/142124359347699222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=142124359347699222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/142124359347699222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/142124359347699222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2007/01/really-bad-new-years.html' title='Really bad New Years'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6276248659305635589</id><published>2006-12-31T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:10:35.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I did my new years. Septology I theorize to mean a series of 7 such as the Harry Potter series. ... Septology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6276248659305635589?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6276248659305635589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6276248659305635589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6276248659305635589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6276248659305635589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-did-my-new-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-3179353144762185909</id><published>2006-12-30T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:14:25.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Honestly I'm really sick of CAPITOL lettering. Sentences like "I'll ALWAYS be here for you" or the classic "Why don't act more MATURE?" Its just really ridiculous to me that people will type and then all of the sudden feel the need to capitalize a word like shoving shit that I don't like to read in the first place even further down my throat. The caps lock just in general is annoying, fucking always hitting it and shit. Especially on lap tops the placement just really blows I don't even hardly use the fucking key at least not on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a fan of the mirror photo shoot either. For some girls this seems to be like a every Wednesday kind of thing. Like oh shit its Wednesday better whip out the digital camera take a photo of myself in my bathroom mirror then crop it so it looks like someone else took the pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya FUCK bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3179353144762185909?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3179353144762185909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3179353144762185909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3179353144762185909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3179353144762185909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/12/fuck-bullshit.html' title='Fuck Bullshit'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-332843949679461970</id><published>2006-12-25T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:06:15.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Fuckers</title><content type='html'>Whats up fuckers? Its finally Christmas I got some good ish and I hope you did as well. Lets see Brandy is leaving tomorrow and Chris should be staying but he's thinking about bouncing early. I'll be doing absolutely nothing tomorrow except shopping for some BAPE and going to Circuit City to try and exchange my broken piece of shit tablet PC for one the new Mac Book Pro's which are looking so nice...speaking of which it feels really good to be online finally cause it feels like its been about a minute and a half and honestly when I don't have access to the internet I just feel kinda unconnected, something I feel like a lot of our generation is partially addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mohawk is now gone which is totally shitty cause I was definitely a fan of it. Kinda funny cause I had to cover it up at work even though my boss who is a woman used to sport one that was pink and spiked she thought that I looked a little to aggressive for our customers (who are generally pretty aggressive looking themselves aka crack heads) which was fine but I was kind of hoping for some support since I got a lack of it at home. Either way shaving it ended up being an awesome present to give to my dad for Christmas...which leads me to a good tip FUCK UP hard core 2 days before and then fix it, it makes a perfect gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm out to do productive things with my life, Merry Christmas ETC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-332843949679461970?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/332843949679461970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=332843949679461970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/332843949679461970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/332843949679461970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-fuckers.html' title='Hey Fuckers'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-3412298842186875698</id><published>2006-12-23T23:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:03:43.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5295/985323757044016/1600/227361/1224060159-723505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5295/985323757044016/320/241033/1224060159-723505.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I got a mohawk but my rents are treating me like a problem askin advice from their friends and I understand where they are coming from but i&amp;#39;m not sure why hair should really matter on the holidays. This is probably the last time you&amp;#39;ll see the mo hawk until it makes its debut again in about 3 weeks so get a good look at it. Alright I dont have much else to say.  - Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3412298842186875698?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3412298842186875698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3412298842186875698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3412298842186875698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3412298842186875698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-i-got-mohawk-but-my-rents-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6930926848388012814</id><published>2006-12-20T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T13:51:45.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5295/985323757044016/1600/593246/1220061635-705347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5295/985323757044016/320/322004/1220061635-705347.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5295/985323757044016/1600/315099/1220061647-705915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5295/985323757044016/320/339979/1220061647-705915.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My brother and his wife (kinda weird to say cause they just got married) are here from California which is pretty sweet cause we&amp;#39;ll have a full house for Christmas and they are pretty awesome people. That mixed with being home for the holidays; its a complete throw back to the O.G. days growin up in the hood kickin it old school with the full familia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6930926848388012814?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6930926848388012814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6930926848388012814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6930926848388012814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6930926848388012814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-brother-and-his-wife-kinda-weird-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-2897897833296745965</id><published>2006-12-17T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:51:25.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha wow</title><content type='html'>DaganDJ24: me neither *high five*&lt;br /&gt;DaganDJ24: dont let me hangin dude&lt;br /&gt;Bene W0: haha&lt;br /&gt;Bene W0: im not giving you an online high five&lt;br /&gt;DaganDJ24: y not?&lt;br /&gt;DaganDJ24: dude...&lt;br /&gt;DaganDJ24: just give me a high five&lt;br /&gt;DaganDJ24: its not like u got somethin better to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-2897897833296745965?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/2897897833296745965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=2897897833296745965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2897897833296745965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2897897833296745965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/12/ha-wow.html' title='Ha wow'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-9000142671992734839</id><published>2006-12-16T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:25:19.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what I'd like to be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all.  Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me.  And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff.  What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and &lt;i&gt;catch&lt;/i&gt; them.  That's all I do all day.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all&lt;/span&gt;.  I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."  ~J.D. Salinger, &lt;i&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get in these moods where I don't seem to feel much of anything. I know most of you must think I'm talking about being on a drug but really this happens without anything synthetic its a completely natural occurrence. I'll reach a state where I become just a viewer to everything thats happening around me. Not to be mistaken with an out of body experience its more like over thinking things or just trying to understand everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it must be that while most peoples environments are constantly changing, to many of mine seem like dejavu so there must be some kind of pattern that keeps these situations so constant. I'd just like to figure out the pattern and then be able to change it some how. Just to figure out the equation to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-9000142671992734839?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/9000142671992734839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=9000142671992734839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/9000142671992734839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/9000142671992734839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-what-id-like-to-be.html' title='You know what I&apos;d like to be..'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-3598534181566881419</id><published>2006-12-12T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:03:10.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Did well on exams. Sold some PS3. All of (802) (almost) is back in town. Going home for the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3598534181566881419?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3598534181566881419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3598534181566881419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3598534181566881419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3598534181566881419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-tomorrow.html' title='After Tomorrow'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4792371590158593304</id><published>2006-11-29T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:35:07.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Coltrane Mile Davis</title><content type='html'>I think we owe music to these musicians. Jazz started a revolution. It was the first rebellion music and has influenced every other genre after it.  You should probably listen to someday my prince will come, ya you might want to get on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4792371590158593304?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4792371590158593304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4792371590158593304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4792371590158593304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4792371590158593304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/john-coltrane-mile-davis.html' title='John Coltrane Mile Davis'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5312518886893177149</id><published>2006-11-28T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:22:11.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Other News</title><content type='html'>Um Thanks Giving was fucking sweet, except my mom did the same old turkey bullshit. I finally put the ps3 on sale on ebay so if your looking for one of those then go bid on mine (located &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=270061542597"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). I also recently acquired guitar hero and beat it. Can I tell the you the ending is fucking amazing cause you get to play free bird by Lynard Skynard and bust out probably the most radical solo man kind has ever witnessed. So ya thats college basically in a nut shell. I get high occassionally but mostly drink and I play Guitar Hero. Ha I wish they had Brand New in guitar hero that would be ill (and blink). I really hope no one from face book reads this shit cause it honestly can't make any sense to you at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5312518886893177149?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5312518886893177149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5312518886893177149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5312518886893177149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5312518886893177149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-other-news.html' title='In Other News'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5560721288891078399</id><published>2006-11-28T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:11:36.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes fucked up...oh well</title><content type='html'>Ya I don't care anymore about this shit and this topic is short because its not worth my time to write anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5560721288891078399?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5560721288891078399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5560721288891078399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5560721288891078399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5560721288891078399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-fucked-upoh-well.html' title='Lifes fucked up...oh well'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-1107746847657485636</id><published>2006-11-20T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:34:27.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Mark Hoppus and Craig From Plus 44 and Getting James Ingrams Number</title><content type='html'>Who's having the best week ever? I think it's me cause I fucking MET HOPPUS AND CRAIG one of the guitarist for Plus 44. Wow first of all waited outside Mark's trailer before the show started and he came out and talked with everyone, then can I say the show was ill and afterwards I wasn't even planning on sticking around the venue but we did anyways and Abram goes look its Barker so we go over there and obviously its not Barker but its Craig one of the two guitarists in "+44" and next to him is what I thought was a fan but it turns out to be Jon Kutler (spelling?) and so we all get to talking and next thing you know Jon is calling up JAMES INGRAM MY VT BALLA and he gives me the phone so I can bitch him out about not being on tour with everyone and missing out and then I also got his number because apparently he knows a Ben Hadley somewhere in Vermont...pretty fucking wild I still have his number and have yet to call him and probably never will but still its pretty chill for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ahh anyways suck d*cks in hell bubbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-1107746847657485636?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/1107746847657485636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=1107746847657485636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/1107746847657485636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/1107746847657485636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/meeting-mark-hoppus-and-craig-from-plus.html' title='Meeting Mark Hoppus and Craig From Plus 44 and Getting James Ingrams Number'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-7065662050545715739</id><published>2006-11-18T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:22:48.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got a PS3 x3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/796917/DSCN0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5027/3293/320/756274/DSCN0276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckya I got 3 PS3's. Pretty much camped out in front of Circuit City from Wednesday to Friday and copped the 3rd 5th and 6th places in line so out of the 10 total playstation 3's my group got 3 of them. Honestly I'm pretty pissed right now with how much they have decreased in price. While I was in line they were selling for 3000 dollars and now they are selling for 1000. Its still not bad for the initial 600 dollars you pay for them but I was definitely trying to make more then 400 dollars profit. The hope is that the price will go up in a little while after the flood of sellers have been sold on Ebay. I really just hope Sony doesn't come up with another shipment to North America because that would really screw a lot of people over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-7065662050545715739?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/7065662050545715739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=7065662050545715739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7065662050545715739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7065662050545715739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-ps3-x3.html' title='I Got a PS3 x3'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-2977461325444538609</id><published>2006-11-15T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:51:41.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got a Question</title><content type='html'>For all you smart mutha fuckas that read this ish I got a question, does everything thats possible probability wise happen at some point during the course of the universe? Please ignore this question when applying it to such specific things like John throwing a piece of paper at a wall but broaden the question to "A male throwing a piece of paper at a wall".  I don't think that everything could possibly happen and if not then is their a mathematical way that we could eliminate those probabilities which would never occur?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-2977461325444538609?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/2977461325444538609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=2977461325444538609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2977461325444538609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2977461325444538609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-question.html' title='I Got a Question'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4800754430301819297</id><published>2006-11-06T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:06:43.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after death is what scares me</title><content type='html'>I got a new theory If your destiny is to goto hell. When you die the angels give you wings so you can fly up to heaven with them. They let you stay there for what feels like an eternity then they bring you to hell to make it that much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4800754430301819297?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4800754430301819297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4800754430301819297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4800754430301819297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4800754430301819297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-after-death-is-what-scares-me.html' title='Life after death is what scares me'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5033668088949812003</id><published>2006-11-01T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:37:37.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I could sleep for 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>10,000 foot drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've flown to the top of Earth,&lt;br /&gt;I bet myself I could jump off the ledge&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath in space&lt;br /&gt;Gravity gave me a push towards the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew out my soul&lt;br /&gt;It took awhile for my stomach to adjust&lt;br /&gt;I Watched my shadow grow&lt;br /&gt;water, dirt, tears, dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5033668088949812003?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5033668088949812003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5033668088949812003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5033668088949812003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5033668088949812003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/wish-i-could-sleep-for-2-weeks.html' title='Wish I could sleep for 2 weeks'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4456723501818741565</id><published>2006-11-01T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:21:47.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-H-I-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/DSCN0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/320/DSCN0244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/DSCN0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/320/DSCN0248.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Thursday to go to Ohio with my dad which is something we've done for the past 10 years. This trip was pretty dank not gonna lie, we usually go fishing the first day and then go to see the buckeyes play at Ohio Stadium. This year I caught a delicious trout and Ohio won 44 nothing against Minnesota. I gotta say it wasn't the most exciting game but this was the first time out of the 10 years that I had gone and it was a blow out, every other year is usually really close. I ended up being a little bummed out because I missed the Halloween parties this weekend but alls well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4456723501818741565?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4456723501818741565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4456723501818741565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4456723501818741565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4456723501818741565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-h-i-o.html' title='O-H-I-O'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4447570712473123372</id><published>2006-11-01T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:49:06.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alpha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4447570712473123372?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4447570712473123372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5738250516286567735?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5738250516286567735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5738250516286567735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5738250516286567735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5738250516286567735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-9008853437862236745</id><published>2006-10-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:19:29.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-9008853437862236745?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/9008853437862236745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=9008853437862236745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/9008853437862236745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/9008853437862236745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/test_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-8798849473224063991</id><published>2006-10-24T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:08:48.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know your from SB when...</title><content type='html'>Bring it back bring it back. This page was started by Thomas Callahan and still remains relevant today. Its pretty funny site about how a SB kids life is and the things we all go through. My favorites are the references to Mr. Price. I've been meaning to put this up so finally &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ak3/load/sb.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-8798849473224063991?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/8798849473224063991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=8798849473224063991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8798849473224063991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8798849473224063991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-your-from-sb-when.html' title='You know your from SB when...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-3857561476223582481</id><published>2006-10-23T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:40:52.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delonge is God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They write these letters about how it changed their life in the sense that kids were suicidal, then after hearing The Adventure, people checked themselves into drug clinics and alcoholic rehab centres. I have parents crying, telling me this is the first time they've been able to talk to their kid in years. I have kids crying and grasping the air with their fist, singing every word. It's crazy, it's like religious (laughs). But the difference is, for the first time a band has come out and been sincere with their optimism, and with their excitement about wanting to see the world a different way, and themselves in it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tom Delonge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what pisses me off right now besides still not having my Angels and Airwaves video that was supposed to be released at the same time as the album? The fact that Delonge still thinks that his music is some sanctimonious hymm to a religion where he is the god. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's crazy, it's like religious (laughs)"&lt;/span&gt; Its bullshit, I mean the album was great i'll give you that but the thing is it wasn't what he said it would be. Nothing about it changed the face of rock and roll. In fact all he did was rearrange rock and roll, with a little bit of U2, and some of the cults guitar from she sells sanctuary, mixed it in a blender and called it the answer to the worlds problems. All I can say is that by constantly giving great comments and shedding light in his direction is only going to feed the fire of this false idol. I say fuck that! Where'd my old Delonge go? The creative one? The one that didn't retitle and republish 12 songs to make an album. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt; Delonge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Carlos Mencia to, your not funny anymore. Please make a joke that doesn't have to do with racism it could be a fucking knock knock joke for all I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-3857561476223582481?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/3857561476223582481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=3857561476223582481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3857561476223582481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/3857561476223582481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/delonge-is-god.html' title='Delonge is God?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4715949061413178427</id><published>2006-10-20T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:06:44.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fightoffyourdemons.com/bnsite-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fightoffyourdemons.com/bnsite-cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some new music recently mainly excited about a new release from &lt;a href="http://www.fightoffyourdemons.com/#"&gt;Brand New &lt;/a&gt;there song Sowing Season which you can get &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=20A6DCBC67EDB47E"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a final version of the one thats on the Brand New demos that everyone in the world already has. Its wierd to cause on the demos I didn't even really like this song but I got to say the final is insane which makes me think that the songs I did like are going to be redunkafunkulous when they're complete. This song has got me pretty excited about there release which is November 21st if you pre-oder you get a bunch of shit I would check out there website and go to there official store to preorder it if I were you. Another couple songs that are pretty killer are ones I discovered from Mark Hoppus's &lt;a href="http://www.himynameismark.com/"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt;. Three Seed by &lt;a href="http://www.silversunpickups.com/"&gt;Silversun Pickups&lt;/a&gt; is a pretty mellow song that I don't think represents the rest of the CD very well but its a great track. There's also this new band &lt;a href="http://www.criteriamusic.com/"&gt;Criteria&lt;/a&gt; thats pretty fucking ill. They got a song called good luck that i'm hooked on. Then in the more indie genre there's &lt;a href="http://www.maritimesongs.com/maritime.html"&gt;Maritime&lt;/a&gt; which is an awesome band who I would definetely see if they ever came around btown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4715949061413178427?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4715949061413178427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4715949061413178427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4715949061413178427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4715949061413178427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/brand-new-music.html' title='Brand New Music'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-8207383696296248798</id><published>2006-10-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:55:30.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo President</title><content type='html'>"Rocks coming back man and these guys are leading the way" - Ben Ken on the band Cartel (get that waft of sarcasm?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a question to the world...where has all the good music gone? Granted I like  some Emo but why the fuck does it all have to be about the same exact thing? You can still write music in a genre and have it be different atleast thats how it is in Jazz, Classic Rock, Indie, and every other type of music but for some reason the dark misunderstood kids of emo-land didn't get the message and have decided to re-write the same song over and over and over again. I guess some people could consider this a creative feat seeing how many times they can re-package something and still have people sound interested, a little reminicent of a speech from president Bush, but like most of the presidents speeches they do get old and they die hard in the end...hopefully this is what happens to the Emo movement soon or hopefully the president speech writers come up with some new material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-8207383696296248798?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/8207383696296248798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=8207383696296248798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8207383696296248798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8207383696296248798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/emo-president.html' title='Emo President'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-6503727265639151699</id><published>2006-10-15T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:38:17.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I wrote in this everyday</title><content type='html'>I had a crazy dream last night that I was sky diving. I couldn't believe how much fun it was. I was holding on to something forever..this piece of wood and then finally I was just like fuck it and let go and started falling and falling down towards the ground waiting for the feeling in my stomach to subside and then when it didn't I realized that I was fast approaching the ground so some how I managed to stop stumbling  and sommersaulting and finally pulled my chute. It wasn't just me in the sky either. There were literally hundreds of other sky divers taking the same plunge. Now that I write this down I kinda feel like its really symbolic of something. Sounds like college  but there's probably some deeper meaning to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the end of summer always comes this blanket of depression. Fall is beautiful ocassionally don't get me wrong, but the days that the sky is filled with grey and the air is just cold enough to send everyone inside, it kills me. I think I was born to go back to an island. I just remember feeling so much warmer last week and its an on going trend. I miss warmth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fuckit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-6503727265639151699?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/6503727265639151699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=6503727265639151699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6503727265639151699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/6503727265639151699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-i-wrote-in-this-everyday.html' title='If I wrote in this everyday'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5782166780828068504</id><published>2006-10-10T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:26:01.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Emo Song"</title><content type='html'>Funny song about emo kids. Gets a little intense when it starts talking about cutting wrists in every directions but the begining is pretty funny. I really like the "you can be non comformist to if you look just like me" line.  Anyways here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 350px; height: 300px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=1107089190554109501&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5782166780828068504?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5782166780828068504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5782166780828068504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5782166780828068504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5782166780828068504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/emo-song.html' title='&quot;The Emo Song&quot;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5397342717374822286</id><published>2006-10-04T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:07:24.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'802'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/0923061550-744936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/320/0923061550-744936.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;802 for life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5397342717374822286?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5397342717374822286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5397342717374822286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5397342717374822286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5397342717374822286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/802.html' title='&apos;802&apos;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-2802025069834363703</id><published>2006-10-03T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:26:51.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China Harvesting Prisoners Organs and Selling Them</title><content type='html'>Pretty fucked up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TklqtWzNn_A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TklqtWzNn_A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-2802025069834363703?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-2066532826789282196</id><published>2006-10-03T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:03:45.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/1003061501-725454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/320/1003061501-725454.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-2066532826789282196?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/2066532826789282196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=2066532826789282196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2066532826789282196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/2066532826789282196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-8666941627056777331</id><published>2006-10-03T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:43:16.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'stand up'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/1003061441-796480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/320/1003061441-796480.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a piece of art I purchased at the art hop from a local artist named Makasi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-8666941627056777331?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/8666941627056777331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=8666941627056777331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8666941627056777331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8666941627056777331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/stand-up.html' title='&apos;stand up&apos;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-79383211098112462</id><published>2006-10-02T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T10:38:14.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your hands pinned down at your sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/1002061335-794988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/320/1002061335-794988.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Up the stairs the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-79383211098112462?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/79383211098112462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=79383211098112462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/79383211098112462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/79383211098112462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/keep-your-hands-pinned-down-at-your.html' title='Keep your hands pinned down at your sides'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-8056559298273885895</id><published>2006-10-02T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:14:14.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/1002061212-754590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/320/1002061212-754590.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My accounting class blows and I have not learned anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-8056559298273885895?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/8056559298273885895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=8056559298273885895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8056559298273885895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/8056559298273885895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/accounting-test.html' title='Accounting Test'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-7091083507414246831</id><published>2006-10-02T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:03:54.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Test 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/1600/1002060016-734599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5027/3293/320/1002060016-734599.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Testing this mobile blogging thing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-7091083507414246831?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/7091083507414246831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=7091083507414246831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7091083507414246831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7091083507414246831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/mobile-test-2.html' title='Mobile Test 2'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-7124430737835516035</id><published>2006-10-02T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:54:08.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Phone test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7499/544121436930253/1600/0924061653-748772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7499/544121436930253/320/0924061653-748772.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;hello I saw this at the bus stop and thought it was funny..ps I sent this shit straight from the mobile phone how baller is that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-7124430737835516035?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/7124430737835516035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=7124430737835516035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7124430737835516035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/7124430737835516035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello.html' title='Mobile Phone test'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4190749988844255141</id><published>2006-10-02T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:19:36.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I don't die or worse i'm gonna need a nap</title><content type='html'>Built to spill tonight with long lost Lucas and it was awesome. Honestly it was insane. Hopefully i'll be able to get some pictures on here soon but uploading them from my phone is provin to be a bitch. I think i'm going to stop being lazy and start updating this from time to time instead of year to year like I had been doing previously. Maybe its being bored in college, or that I have to much time, but actually I think the reason is just so when my insignificant death occurs which is inevitable, this will still be here on the internet for years after the event and isn't that the reason we do  anything? So we'll be remembered or feel that theres some part of us living on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4190749988844255141?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4190749988844255141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4190749988844255141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4190749988844255141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4190749988844255141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-i-dont-die-or-worse-im-gonna-need.html' title='If I don&apos;t die or worse i&apos;m gonna need a nap'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-403677238558611920</id><published>2006-09-02T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:42:26.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Plus 44 track</title><content type='html'>"Finally Hoppus's voice" - Meech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://44disasters.com/scripts/fclick/fclick.php?id=lycanthrope2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-403677238558611920?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/403677238558611920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=403677238558611920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/403677238558611920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/403677238558611920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-plus-44-track.html' title='New Plus 44 track'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5645113544779075644</id><published>2006-09-02T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:51:16.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Genders</title><content type='html'>I've discovered a new gender of human being! They demonstrate many of the qualities that females or males have but also have some distinguishing characteristics that set them apart from both. I've come to nick name this new gender the "Bitch"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5645113544779075644?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5645113544779075644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5645113544779075644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5645113544779075644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5645113544779075644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-genders.html' title='Three Genders'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-4641284380271218440</id><published>2006-08-25T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:11:16.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>Imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enter a room which is full of people all different ages and all different races and everyone of them is dead serious. They then proceed to gather in a circle around you and then you are blind folded. The room goes silent and your not sure why. You can even  hear the fat guy to your left weaze for air and then all of the sudden the whole rooom breaks into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its only human to immediate react to this situation with a want and need to know what everyone is laughing at. I'm not sure whether this is from the natural curiousity humans have or if its because we want to make sure that the subject they are laughing at isn't ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-4641284380271218440?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/4641284380271218440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=4641284380271218440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4641284380271218440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/4641284380271218440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/08/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-5839715845951116134</id><published>2006-08-23T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:50:26.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo President</title><content type='html'>"Rocks coming back man and these guys are leading the way" - Ben Ken Cartel (get that waft of sarcasm?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a question to the world...where has all the good music gone? Granted I like  some Emo but why the fuck does it all have to be about the same exact thing? You can still write music in a genre and have it be different atleast thats how it is in Jazz, Classic Rock, Indie, and every other type of music but for some reason the dark misunderstood kids of emo-land didn't get the message and have decided to re-write the same song over and over and over again. I guess some people could consider this a creative feat seeing how many times they can re-package something and still have people sound interested, a little reminicent of a speech from president Bush, but like most of the presidents speeches they do get old and they die hard in the end...hopefully this is what happens to the Emo movement soon or hopefully the president speech writers come up with some new material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-5839715845951116134?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/5839715845951116134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=5839715845951116134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5839715845951116134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/5839715845951116134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/08/emo-pres.html' title='Emo President'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-1790857180598740438</id><published>2006-08-22T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:27:54.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes feature on Facebook</title><content type='html'>A new feature on Facebook allows you to import your blog so it shows up on your facebook when you update it. Basically this is a short version of what I write on to my blog, its not about anything in particular its more of just a way to kill time when i'm high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-1790857180598740438?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/1790857180598740438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=1790857180598740438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/1790857180598740438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/1790857180598740438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/08/notes-feature-on-facebook.html' title='Notes feature on Facebook'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-115526478030141119</id><published>2006-08-10T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:53:00.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arlington Bans Cleavage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://keyetv.com/national/topstories_story_216101303.html"&gt;Original Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally someone bans cleavage...thank GOD or at this point is it more like thank Allah? No really I liked where they are going with this girls shouldn't expose any cleavage and they should also walk 6 feet behind there partners and stay at home to cook meals and watch the children, I mean after all this is the 21 century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this is probably the lamest thing i've ever heard of in my life. I mean how are they going to have people enforcing that? You can't ever have a male teacher say anything or then it just makes him look like a pervert because of the obviously question...why the fuck is he checking out a girl in highschools cleavage? Secondly its not there fucking place to tell kids how to dress. It seems like more and more these days schools are taking place of the parents role and parents being as busy as they are seem to have no objection which is comeplete bullshit. Blah blah blah etc parents are irresponsible blah blah fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-115526478030141119?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/115526478030141119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=115526478030141119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115526478030141119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115526478030141119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/08/arlington-bans-cleavage.html' title='Arlington Bans Cleavage'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-115302016594233414</id><published>2006-07-15T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:22:46.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeses Puff Commercials</title><content type='html'>I just realized reese's puff commercials sound a lot like acid trips. "I started my day with a bowl of reese's puffs and next thing I know i'm in a music video surfing waves eating more puffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-115302016594233414?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/115302016594233414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=115302016594233414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115302016594233414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115302016594233414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/07/reeses-puff-commercials.html' title='Reeses Puff Commercials'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-115170085495643002</id><published>2006-06-27T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:54:15.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>If we're all equals and we find aliens are we equals with the aliens to? And then if everything in the universe is equal and the universe contains everything then are we then also equal to god? no that has to be the most ridiculous thing i've thought about we could never compare to god. But what if we are all just functions in one big machine and hes only completing his/her function still making him all powerful but then again just another piece but I guess that would be there is even a god amongst that and so maybe thats the god that we pray to I feel like im in a droplet of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-115170085495643002?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/115170085495643002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=115170085495643002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115170085495643002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115170085495643002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-115128614157075827</id><published>2006-06-25T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:42:21.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work It out j5 ft dave mathews</title><content type='html'>this songs hot download it its gonna be one of those summer songs that everyone listens to and now you can be the person thats like wow I knew about that song so long ago your gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filewire.com/download.php?id=312e2cd71c698c0416c3a74"&gt;01-jurassic_5-work_it_out_(main).mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-115128614157075827?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/115128614157075827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=115128614157075827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115128614157075827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115128614157075827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/work-it-out-j5-ft-dave-mathews.html' title='Work It out j5 ft dave mathews'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-115025637847714146</id><published>2006-06-13T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:39:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>I love photos and I've always had a secret dream of becoming a photographer. Anyways I think i'll probably start posting more pics from now on since I got a sweet camera for my birthday. Thought these pics were worth posting. Funniest one but probably least pro would be the last one, I just put it on cause I thought Drags expression was funny (Aka ewww girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7552/2830/1600/prettygoodeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7552/2830/320/prettygoodeyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g157/benew0/DSCN0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g157/benew0/DSCN0091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g157/benew0/KenDrivingcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g157/benew0/KenDrivingcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g157/benew0/DSCN0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g157/benew0/DSCN0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-115025637847714146?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/115025637847714146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=115025637847714146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115025637847714146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115025637847714146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-115016616555702826</id><published>2006-06-12T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:41:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin with Bob Saget</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bob Saget is the funniest mother fucker if you get the chance to see him doing his stand up comedy act get a ticket I guaruntee you won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; ITS ANNOYING BUT STOP THE GEORGE BUSH VIDEO FROM PLAYING BELOW THIS OR IT'll INTERUPT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1B_n9YaAMmg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1B_n9YaAMmg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-115016616555702826?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/115016616555702826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=115016616555702826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115016616555702826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/115016616555702826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/rollin-with-bob-saget.html' title='Rollin with Bob Saget'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114990535837147426</id><published>2006-06-09T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:09:18.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored as fuck</title><content type='html'>Just moved in to the new place and I gotta say its pretty awesome even though I kinda got the shaft on rooms (way smaller)...but wait a minute Ben its a new place that hasn't been set up for internet how are you writing this right now? Pretty much I just happen to be to 1337 to sleep and am leeching off our neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um lets see basically moving is way to annoying to get into right now and i'm really amazed at how some people I know have moved like 7 times in the last 3 years and i'm freaking out about moving 1 time in 8 years, but whatever i'm really bored and this is helping to keep me entertained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres to my uncomfortable bed in my uncomfortable room in my fuckn awesome new house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114990535837147426?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114990535837147426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114990535837147426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114990535837147426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114990535837147426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored-as-fuck.html' title='Bored as fuck'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114956668379115952</id><published>2006-06-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:45:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really funny although probably fake</title><content type='html'>be sure you look at the background during the video, an interview with George Bush about immigration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the clip out cause it was starting bug me and interupt everyone so just ask if your looking for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114956668379115952?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114956668379115952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114956668379115952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114956668379115952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114956668379115952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/really-funny-although-probably-fake.html' title='Really funny although probably fake'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114946963588670486</id><published>2006-06-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:07:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What keeps me up at night</title><content type='html'>I'm worried about our world its pretty fucked up. I'm thinking about shit right now and blogging always helps get all my thought out in the open and a lot of you have talked to me saying fuckya I agree with that shit which is awesome to hear so maybe this will influence you, but fuck man people need to start voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in California and everyone needed to know who was going to win American Idol. I personally didn't really give a fuck, I'd watched American Idol in the past with my mom because it was something we could spend time together doing but then I figured if you look at all the previous ones the only one thats really made a name for her self is Kelly and thats been a fucking long ass time. So far no one else has proven that this show really produces what it claims. What it does prove though, is that more people care about who comes up with the next shitty song thats popular and over played for about 2 weeks way more then they care about who our next president is. The funny thing is all you ever hear anywhere is either American Idol or how bad our president is but people still only take the time out of there day to vote for one and you know exactly why it is, its because lazy ass Americans need voting to be as simple as making a telephone call in order to actually get up and start the process. So either we need to give in and start promoting laziness by making voting a more simple task or people need to start backing up the shit they say and vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' Right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114946963588670486?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114946963588670486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114946963588670486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114946963588670486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114946963588670486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-keeps-me-up-at-night.html' title='What keeps me up at night'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114944864508671381</id><published>2006-06-04T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:47:28.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Od on Emo</title><content type='html'>"I learned just yesterday to rush and never waste the day, now I'm convinced the whole day long, that all I learn is always wrong, and things are true that I forget, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one taught that to me yet&lt;/span&gt;." -Phish (Character Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fucking summer...and I've realized that emo is making me depressed like 24/7 granted I fucking love emo but I swear its like a bad drug or something it just starts to wear and tear on your mentality until your wire frame glasses, and tight band t-shirt are permanently stuck to you and you don't feel like going out side and you cover your windows with sheets so less sun can get in and you feel like life is never going to get better. And life is really the wrong word to use. Life is all the same, it's the situations that are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways with any basic dosage of emo music make sure you supplement it with a healthy diet of jam band to balance yourself out or you may see your self at a save "saves the day" concert in 20 years (which I'll be at regardless). I recommend and have already mentioned Phish's Character Zero along side that should be some Robert Randolph and the Family Band (Make sure you have any live version of The March) and as far as Emo get some Plain White T's who are like Saves The Day mixed up with Jimmy Eats World (ha Jews and STDS) they will probably blow up and be on MTV pretty soon (for them make sure you get Hey There Delilah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114944864508671381?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114944864508671381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114944864508671381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114944864508671381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114944864508671381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/od-on-emo.html' title='Od on Emo'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114921821932865257</id><published>2006-06-01T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:17:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's my birthday</title><content type='html'>Its my birthday muther fuckers so i'm not writing very much and not apologizing for not updating this piece in awhile but I really can't think of anything fun to write about. At this point I just want to graduate and move and have a car and be done with this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;[]D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114921821932865257?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114921821932865257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114921821932865257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114921821932865257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114921821932865257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-my-birthday.html' title='Today&apos;s my birthday'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114886916703760677</id><published>2006-05-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:43:20.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC (JFK) Airport</title><content type='html'>Cali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week started off seeing my soon to be Uncle in law(?) and his band perform at this bar in town. Everyone including my mother were buying me drinks through the night so that made it easy, plus a lot of the people there thought I was older anyways (this also seemed to be a recurring theme through out this weding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw X-Men 3 the day before the wedding which was pretty good but if your real into the comics or the old old cartoon then you'll be pissed cause they really rush it. On the way to the theatre since the one we originally planned on going to was sold out I ran into a homeless guy and I think that was one of the cooler things I got to do just based on the fact that I got to hear a lot of shit about his life which all could have been a lie and most likely was but you still gotta feel bad for people in that position where they are basically begging for money. Just think of the unbearable scar in your pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for the airport and their free wireless connection. It helps cause at the moment I can only think about not being able to go to prom and the fact that its happening right now. Its almost all good though because not only did my brother get married, but they put on the best wedding i've ever been to and I met someone, a woman none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i'm talking about a full on woman atleast 6 years older then I am. Her name was Whitney and she saved me the last dance. She is by far one of the most stunningly attractive people I have ever met. Shes half japanese have irish and a lot older then me. She works as a talent agent in Hawaii with one of coolest guys i've ever met named Viitek(?) and he's originally from the Czech Republic where he has some pretty crazy stories about the cold war and how that effected him. Wedding was also awesome because there was an open bar and they didn't card and pretty much everyone was down with getting me drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wierd though because everyone that reads this knows i'm by no means hard to get drunk but for some reason no matter how much I drank I couldn't get there, and this was like all 4 days. Viitek finally got the job accomplished after he started recommending drinks for me and finally after 2 kettle red bulls, a shot, and 6 vodka sodas I was there. Fuck I hope I get home in time for the after party which we all know is the most key part of prom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to seeing everyone tonight hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114886916703760677?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114886916703760677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114886916703760677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114886916703760677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114886916703760677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/05/nyc-jfk-airport.html' title='NYC (JFK) Airport'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114853626683413097</id><published>2006-05-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:10:03.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it to California Safely</title><content type='html'>Ready I get on the plane from btown to go to NYC (JFK) where we have a lay over to go to Cali and the plane is like ridiculously huge. Normally at 5:00 am on a wednesday you would expect to take one of those quick small little jets that have 2 seats on one side of the aisle and 1 seat on the other but instead its like a 727 and theres only a total of about 70 people getting on the flight so theres plenty of room. Anyways we get on and me, my mother, and my Gmama are supposed to be sitting together in aisle 12 seats a b and c, but some fuckers took our seats because the flight attendants said that you could sit anywhere. Thats chill though we all figured we'll just get seats together closer to the front of the plane and we decide on something like row 9 because its completely vacant. This is all perfect up until a fucking bitch that has to have her way comes up to me and says um excuse me I think you have my seat in which I politely reply ya the flight attendants said to just sit anywhere since there is going to be so much empty space to which she rudely responds by getting a fucking flight attendant and making a big scene about how she wants to sit up closer and blah blah blah. I probably wouldn't be writing about this situation if the same exact thing didn't happen again once we got to NYC (JFK) for our lay over. This time I had to move back and right behind me was some stupid bitch that brought a fucking dog with her. My first problem with this is the dog with its high pitched barking in my ear and the flight attendants ordering me to take off my head phones. My next problem is that dogs should never have to be humiliated so much to the point that they get toted around in a fucking louis vuitton bag like they are toys. Imagine your a wild creature known for being all bad ass and traveling in packs, and now your a wild creature that travels in back packs, your related to the wolf and you aren't even given the dignity of walking around by yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that shit the flight was all chill. Jet blue pretty much rallies the allies of every other airliner out there because of the gratious amount of leg room and the TV's are soooo key its ridiculous (IE I couldn't even believe we were already in Cali when we landed). As i'm writing this i've realized that in 1 hour I will have pulled a full day without sleep which is holy shit ridunk considering I feel like all i've done is look at stuff that I can't afford. It was good seeing Brandy (bro's fiancee) and Chris (my bro) though because I feel like its been awhile even though we've been better this year about seeing each other then we have in the past. Actually he hooked me up proper with some candies, this time lollypops which i'm currently experimenting with and so far I think i'm begining to feel the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real bummed about not being able to see Mike but hopefully he'll read this tomorrow when he's at John's house bored doing nothing. If you are reading this Mike I missed you man and its good to have you back home and as soon as I get back home we gotta catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it for now,&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114853626683413097?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114853626683413097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114853626683413097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114853626683413097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114853626683413097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/05/made-it-to-california-safely.html' title='Made it to California Safely'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114843789763697317</id><published>2006-05-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:40:43.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going To California...with an aching in my heart</title><content type='html'>Santa Monica Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uweb.ucsb.edu/%7Ejaideep/images/My%20Work/santa%20monica%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.uweb.ucsb.edu/%7Ejaideep/images/My%20Work/santa%20monica%20beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lapostcard.com/images/T-447_Los_Angeles_07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.lapostcard.com/images/T-447_Los_Angeles_07.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Going to California"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent my days with a woman unkind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Made up my mind to make a new start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to california with an aching in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone told me theres a girl out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took my chances on a big jet plane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never let them tell you that theyre all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sea was red and the sky was grey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the children of the sun began to awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seems that the wrath of the gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I might be sinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Throw me a line if I reach it in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ill meet you up there where the path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Runs straight and high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To find a queen without a king;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say she plays guitar and cries and sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tryin to find a woman whos never, never, never been born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jonz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    What worries me the most is how easily people seem to forget. I've seen some excuses, but for the most part all I do is hear them.  "Something important came up, i'll explain later". And what a basic problem. I guess what I want and I think anyone would want at one point in there life is to not have to remind people. More so just to feel important enough in someones life that you don't need to remind them ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Worse yet is when you have to remind your dad when your birthday is. A date in the year he claims is his favorite day, yet last year he made plans to go rock climbing with his friends and instead of an apology from him all you got was an apology from your mom for not telling him that today was your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It really seems so stupid, but in a wierd way its so significant. Then again I can finish this whole statement with a "who gives a fuck?". Why be a typical emo kid and cry about what sucks in life? Theres always a brightside and in this case although i'm missing prom (which could be a hidden silver lining) I get to go to California and my fucking brother is finally getting his ass married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to whats forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114843789763697317?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114843789763697317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114843789763697317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114843789763697317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114843789763697317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/05/going-to-californiawith-aching-in-my.html' title='Going To California...with an aching in my heart'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114843144689038704</id><published>2006-05-23T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:45:51.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVA pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7552/2830/1600/IMG_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7552/2830/320/IMG_0318.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7552/2830/1600/IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7552/2830/320/IMG_0311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken by Meech at a concert the day after the one I went to. Funny thing is the bands all wearing the same shit which is kinda nasty cause they sweat balls. I really wish I was more conscious during this because I didn't really realize how incredible it was until after...I think its still kinda creeping on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114843144689038704?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114843144689038704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114843144689038704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114843144689038704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114843144689038704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/05/ava-pics.html' title='AVA pics'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114835531727876962</id><published>2006-05-22T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:23:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Up Pics</title><content type='html'>These are my roomates from Chi-Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 282px;" src="http://photos.hi5.com/0000/384/968/OU6AUB384968-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 507px;" src="http://photos.hi5.com/0000/780/887/SEX7GG780887-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats JD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the shit. Two of the best guys i've ever met. Two of the funniest guys I ever met. Its a bummer Dean got picked on so much by them or I bet he would back me up on this.&lt;/p&gt;**EDIT**&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, as i'm packing for California, using the same suitcase that I used for Close Up, it really hit me how much I miss all the people that I met there and it's really depressing me that I may never see any of them ever again...in fact its almost a guaruntee I don't see any of them. fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114835531727876962?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114835531727876962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114835531727876962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114835531727876962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114835531727876962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/05/close-up-pics.html' title='Close Up Pics'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26981283.post-114823279874512509</id><published>2006-05-21T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:33:18.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>AVA was sooo good. The opener was pretty shitty like a heavy metal death rattle old guys trying to look younger 80's hair crazy guitar playing shit, but when Angels and Airwaves came on like wow seriously what you need to do is go on ebay and get tickets for their next show they are insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In particular its cool because he explains some of the meaning behind the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the machine&lt;/span&gt;: about the break up of blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A littles enough&lt;/span&gt;: written with the question what if god came down and fixed everything? What that would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The War&lt;/span&gt;: About you guessed it the War in Iraq. Delonge has a brother that fought in the war which I had no idea about. This was really stunning for me just to finally have some artist start voicing their opinion about the war and writing songs about it. It seems like in the 60's and 70's war was a huge muse for musicians and now all anyone seems to care about is the same synonymous song re-written with different instrumentals. Finally its good to hear someone sing about something worth singing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO pretty much fuckya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26981283-114823279874512509?l=whoisben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/feeds/114823279874512509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26981283&amp;postID=114823279874512509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114823279874512509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26981283/posts/default/114823279874512509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisben.blogspot.com/2006/05/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08632524983196950152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos-691.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v46/80/39/42707522/n42707522_30453691_9039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
