<?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-2405247945386287443</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:25:56.699-08:00</updated><category term='top 10'/><category term='oregon'/><title type='text'>floporama's world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-2733794097611845445</id><published>2008-12-16T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:14:01.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something wrong with this picture</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned lately that the iPhone is amazing?  Well, I've had mine for 16 months or so now, and I still think it is the best phone I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What triggers this praise?  Thanks to the wonders of Stanza (links to iTunes), I just re-read The Count of Monte Cristo (one of the all-time classics that is honestly fun to read). As I was reading, I decided to look at some of the different places in Google Earth, since I am very rusty on my French geography.  Actually, I have no concept of French geography other than Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look at Marseilles, then decide to look for the Chateau d'If.  I found it, and on the island it looks like there is a little something unexpected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SUiIhpYLagI/AAAAAAAAALk/HAAWrf10gmg/s1600-h/chateau+dif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SUiIhpYLagI/AAAAAAAAALk/HAAWrf10gmg/s400/chateau+dif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620674716232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why didn't Edmond Dantes simply take the jet when he left the island?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have saved himself a lot of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SUiKYB3kkUI/AAAAAAAAALs/pXnLG5fffGM/s1600-h/montecristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SUiKYB3kkUI/AAAAAAAAALs/pXnLG5fffGM/s400/montecristo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280622708514918722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Monte Cristo is a real island:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-2733794097611845445?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/2733794097611845445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=2733794097611845445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/2733794097611845445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/2733794097611845445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='Something wrong with this picture'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SUiIhpYLagI/AAAAAAAAALk/HAAWrf10gmg/s72-c/chateau+dif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-7372729987691815208</id><published>2008-12-04T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:42:02.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another post about bailouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/STjMnle6InI/AAAAAAAAALc/ey8g41hFNwM/s1600-h/private+jet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/STjMnle6InI/AAAAAAAAALc/ey8g41hFNwM/s400/private+jet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276191943913251442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few key failings of this blog:&lt;br /&gt;First, I haven't posted in over two months.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I haven't posted about something other than bailouts since September 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these is going to be remedied tonight.  The other is not.  That's right, it's time for another angry rant about bailouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't rehash my disappointment regarding the original bailouts.  I won't even criticize AIG, although they are an easy target.  Also, say you were a large size company who received a sudden windfall injection of cash despite thoroughly mismanaging your assets.  Why would you change your behavior?  And if this same naive "investor" rewarded you with EVEN MORE cash without asking where the original money went, would you do anything differently?  Yeah, me neither.  And so that is why even though I hate AIG, I understand.  What I don't understand is the Treasury and the Fed continually dumping more money.  But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original intent with this post was to comment on an &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1863640,00.html?iid=tsmodule"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;I saw on CNN's &lt;a href="http://cnn.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.  It is provacatively titled "Why the Big Three Should Fly Corporate Jets".  As you may remember, on their first trip to capitol hill, the CEO's of Ford, GM, and Cerberus Motors...er, Chrysler that is...all flew on their own private jets.  Each of them got hammered in the Congressional session and in the press for the audacity of wasting so much money and natural resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main arguments in the article are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congress wastes lots of money, too, so why should they criticize?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If they had flown commercial they might have been late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disney, one of the critics, lets its CEO fly a corporate jet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most CEOs are "required" to fly corporate by their boards of directors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are really just jealous it isn't you flying on the corporate jet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Corporate jets really aren't that nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Corporate jets save time (really?  You are going to waste words telling us the one thing EVERYONE in America knows?) and CEOs make a lot of money, so why waste shareholder's money?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Call me crazy, but I think every single one of these points is asinine.  The main issue is not that the CEOs flew on corporate jets to their meetings--it is that the CEOs flew on corporate jets the their meeting to ask for $25 billion (now $34 billion) in taxpayer money!!!  Let's do a quick reality check:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you had a really rich uncle.  For years, he's been living the high life.  He's had the mansion on the hill, vacations in Tahiti, ski lodges in Sun Valley, etc.  You name it, he has it.  On the other hand, you've lived a modest lifestyle, not much in the bank, but have good credit.  One day your uncle flies into town on his private jet, pulls up to your house in a limosine and asks to borrow $250,000.  Wouldn't you think it was a little extravagent?  Wouldn't you want to know why he couldn't have flown in on Delta and rented a car from Hertz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most CEO's flying in corporate jets is not that big a deal.  I think it is incredibly wasteful and silly, but if a company is in good financial shape, go for it.  But if a company is asking you, my fellow humble taxpayer, for a massive loan, shouldn't they demonstrate a willingness to control costs before they are given more money?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-7372729987691815208?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/7372729987691815208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=7372729987691815208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7372729987691815208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7372729987691815208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/12/yet-another-post-about-bailouts.html' title='Yet another post about bailouts'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/STjMnle6InI/AAAAAAAAALc/ey8g41hFNwM/s72-c/private+jet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-7774052184467588460</id><published>2008-09-23T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:22:40.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/flopindustries/SNmyJAQqmpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YjIlSMPse4E/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/flopindustries/SNmyJrmMWVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Q90abQYkpMc/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" height="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; $700 billion more.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You and I (and our children and grandchildren) stuck footing the bill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By now, you’ve heard the story.  Henry Paulson, Secretary of the Treasury, proposed a bold new plan of action that would drive the value of the dollar into the ground.  It would create exciting new opportunities for government corruption.  And, it would make each of us marginally better off for a few months while harming all of us for the next 100 years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you need background, see the Ron Paul video below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.cnn.com/video/savp/evp/?loc=dom&amp;vid=/video/politics/2008/09/22/le.ron.paul.financial.crisis.cnn" height="393" width="406" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t typically get involved much in politics.  But this issue burns me up.  Take action now.  &lt;a href="http://capwiz.com/jbs/utr/1/BCZAJFRSVR/HFBUJFSNRQ/2422934016" target="_blank"&gt;Contact your Senators and Congressman&lt;/a&gt;.  (Disclosure—link goes to a John Birch Society sponsored website—if you disagree with their politics, use another service).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://freakonomics.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/09/23/economists-on-the-bailout/" target="_blank"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; is an interesting commentary of how over 100 economists feel about the issue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sorry for two straight political posts, but I think that ultimately this issue will affect each of our lives much more than who the next president is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-7774052184467588460?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/7774052184467588460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=7774052184467588460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7774052184467588460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7774052184467588460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again…'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/flopindustries/SNmyJrmMWVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Q90abQYkpMc/s72-c/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-5102675105334413472</id><published>2008-09-19T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:39:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Bailouts, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/flopindustries/SNQqMexbgnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5LjNsqouxj0/s1600-h/monopoly%20man%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="monopoly man" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="219" alt="monopoly man" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/flopindustries/SNQqMrl8n0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BAAgJ0Urb3w/monopoly%20man_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you may have heard—unless you’ve been in a cave for the last month—as a U.S. citizen, I am now the proud (one-three hundred millionth) owner of:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;millions of private homes, including lots of foreclosed properties (via the Fannie/Freddie takeovers)&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;the world’s largest insurance company, with over a trillion dollars in assets (allegedly)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I hate that my government is getting involved here.&amp;#160; We allowed these companies to purchase financial derivatives and make billions in profits from these financial instruments.&amp;#160; When things go sour, I get stuck footing the bill.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I think Lewis Black said it best.&amp;#160; If you can’t describe in one sentence what your company does, it’s illegal.&amp;#160; No one can describe financial derivatives in one minute, much less one sentence.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;On the upside, I’m excited to see how fast Uncle Sam can run these companies into the ground.&amp;#160; They are starting at the bottom, and somehow will manage to continue screwing up.&amp;#160; &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/2405247945386287443-5102675105334413472?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/5102675105334413472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=5102675105334413472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5102675105334413472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5102675105334413472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop-bailouts-please.html' title='Stop the Bailouts, please'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/flopindustries/SNQqMrl8n0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BAAgJ0Urb3w/s72-c/monopoly%20man_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-4531096490850545379</id><published>2008-09-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:44:10.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four tens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SMdeqgPFwaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jt0Yev_mJME/s1600-h/photo-750267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SMdeqgPFwaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jt0Yev_mJME/s320/photo-750267.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244264375396975010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At the beginning of august, my company decided to have a trial of  &lt;br&gt;allowing employees to work four ten hour days instead of five eight  &lt;br&gt;hot days.&lt;p&gt;We are now in our sixth week of that trial. You might have noticed  &lt;br&gt;that I have also not had a blog post in about six weeks. A stunning  &lt;br&gt;coincidence!&lt;p&gt;Now, for some honest opinions about the four day week. It is awesome  &lt;br&gt;to have the long weekend every week. However, Mondays thru Thursdays  &lt;br&gt;are a waste. It&amp;#39;s really hard to be motivated to do anything outside  &lt;br&gt;of work on those days. You work, come home, then sleep (or so it seems).&lt;p&gt;All the same, I&amp;#39;m going to miss my long weekends when our trial period  &lt;br&gt;runs out. With any luck, we will do them again once our holiday season  &lt;br&gt;is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-4531096490850545379?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/4531096490850545379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=4531096490850545379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/4531096490850545379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/4531096490850545379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/09/four-tens.html' title='Four tens'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SMdeqgPFwaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jt0Yev_mJME/s72-c/photo-750267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-7588024491116563081</id><published>2008-07-23T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:27:24.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>600 apples a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SIgEk_QRwGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qdZ8x6PotoU/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SIgEk_QRwGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qdZ8x6PotoU/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226432401064968290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we bought our new house, it came with the landscaping installed.  Everything was shiny new, including all the plants, except for an apple tree on the west side of the house.  As apple trees go, it is a pretty good sized one, maybe 15 feet high.  However, it had obviously never been pruned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we moved in and the tree was already beginning to bloom, I decided to wait until after this season to begin pruning the tree.  This was a bad idea.  When the tree went into bloom in late April, the bees kicked into high gear, pollinization-wise.  I think every blossom on the tree turned into a mini-apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on the internet that in early June, the tree would thin itself.  I decided I would let nature run its course and thin its own apples.  This was another bad idea.  Yes, nature did thin about 200 apples off the tree.  I spent the better part of an hour picking them up one Saturday afternoon.  However, it left many hundreds of apples clinging to branches that are not nearly ready to support the weight of one apple, much less 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks, I've lost several small apple-laden limbs that snapped under the weight of the growing apples.  The larger apples are about the size of a half-dollar.  Tonight, I finally decided for the sake of my younger tree limbs, it was time to thin the apples.  I did a little more internet research.  The general consensus is that you should leave one apple about every 6 inches.  However, there is no advice on what to do if the limb is 7 feet long and clearly bending from the weight, even after thinning.  I decided to just let it be.  The limb can take care of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture you see above is a small section of the tree, pre-thinning.  Imagine this multiplied by several hundred, and you can visualize my task.  After 90 minutes tonight, I ran out of sunlight.  I had gathered two buckets full of small apples.  In the interest of science, I decided I needed to find out how many apples I had cut off.  I counted the smaller of the buckets and came up with 288 apples.  So between nature and myself, the tree is down about 800 apples.  Unfortunately, there are still a gazillion (roughly) left on the tree.  Anyone care to join us for apple pie in a couple months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-7588024491116563081?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/7588024491116563081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=7588024491116563081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7588024491116563081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7588024491116563081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/07/600-apples-day.html' title='600 apples a day'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SIgEk_QRwGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qdZ8x6PotoU/s72-c/IMG_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-7305073078547929260</id><published>2008-07-22T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:29:07.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit, Day 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SIazQYY_-CI/AAAAAAAAAH0/G7fZI9Zo96Y/s1600-h/wii-fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SIazQYY_-CI/AAAAAAAAAH0/G7fZI9Zo96Y/s400/wii-fit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226061511616624674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Not my actual Wii avatar...unfortunately, I'm somewhat higher than the BMI shown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fighting it for over a year, my lovely wife finally broke down and let me buy a Wii.  A couple days later, we were fortunate enough to find a copy of Wii Fit at Circuit City.  We snapped it up and promptly began trying to get our butts into shape.  So far, I've managed to get up every morning before 6 so that I can play Wii Fit for at least 30 minutes of "Fit time" before work.  Because you have the same introductions and closing remarks after every different exercise, this works out to at least 45 minutes of real time every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best features is the daily feedback when you check in for a Body Test.  This weighs you, gives you your BMI, and then calculates your Wii Fit Age.  The Wii Fit age is a measurement of how young your body is, and is calculated by taking your real age, the results of a balance test, the tidal force of the nearest ocean, and the closing stock price of Nintendo on the Nikkei stock exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very cheesy, but I find myself getting excited and competitive about my daily results.  I've lost over 5 pounds so far, and my Wii Fit Age has dropped from 46 to 34.  Considering that I'm 32, I don't feel too horrible about the extra two years of age.  So anyways, the goal is to keep up the Wii Fit regime along with any other exercise I might get and report the results every 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other somewhat unexpected result is that as a result of all the balance games and feedback, I feel legitimately more balanced (literally) on a daily basis.  It sounds ridiculous, I know, but somehow you feel like you are walking with better posture and distributing your weight more comfortably once you've done your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: Mrs. Floporama is also participating in Wii Fit.  I'll leave it to her to detail her experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-7305073078547929260?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/7305073078547929260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=7305073078547929260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7305073078547929260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7305073078547929260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/07/wii-fit-day-10.html' title='Wii Fit, Day 10.'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SIazQYY_-CI/AAAAAAAAAH0/G7fZI9Zo96Y/s72-c/wii-fit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-5416473463250814525</id><published>2008-06-17T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:23:00.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy ending (for another year)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SFiK0KNLsOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4jiYTxoXPs/s1600-h/rhs_bryant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SFiK0KNLsOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4jiYTxoXPs/s400/rhs_bryant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213069197378826466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to celebrate another year of the world's worst person being a literal loser.  Tonight, Kobe Bryant's Lakers got smoked by the Boston Celtics.  It couldn't have happened to anyone I like less.  Why, might you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He is a rapist.  If it weren't for a multimillion dollar settlement, he'd be behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;       (By the way, smart move on his part to settle.  Say the case went to trial and he goes to jail for 2 years.  He loses $30 million plus in salary for those two years.  What is $4 million compared to $30?  Not much)&lt;br /&gt;2.  He's a spoiled, immature, little man.  Let's not forget that he drove Shaq out of L.A.  Not being content with that, he got a 9-time world champion coach fired.  Then, after all that, he demands an offseason trade a few years later.  Let's see...you don't want to play for a terrible team that is terrible because of the decisions YOU made.  I'm thinking that someone doesn't want to take responsibility for his actions.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Enough already of the Jordan comparisons.  Kobe is talented.  However, he doesn't bring out the best in anyone around him.  Did Jordan ever lay any eggs in the finals like Kobe did this year?  I doubt it.  Kobe, you are your own worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;4.  (Disclaimer--this is not strictly about Kobe alone, although he is the player who most exemplifies it.)  Kobe expects to get every call to go his way all the time.  He's never fouled a guy in a game--or so it would seem.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He's a horrible teammate.  About the only thing I've heard from his current teammates this year is how he is a good teammate.  Why?  Because he picks up the check at dinner.  Hmmm...he's the highest paid guy on the team.  He makes many millions of dollars every year.  How does him paying for dinner (for other millionaires) make him a good person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but I'm worked up enough for today.  Enjoy Kobe liberation day.  Let's hope to celebrate again next year, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-5416473463250814525?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/5416473463250814525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=5416473463250814525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5416473463250814525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5416473463250814525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-ending-for-another-year.html' title='A happy ending (for another year)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/SFiK0KNLsOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4jiYTxoXPs/s72-c/rhs_bryant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-6721699532815779162</id><published>2008-05-27T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:49:50.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Foot Gardening</title><content type='html'>First, I apologize to all zero of my readers for not posting in quite a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our extra Memorial day holiday that we get every year.  Because I work for a retail/direct marketing company that does the vast majority of its business around Thanksgiving and Christmas, we don't get extra days off around those holidays.  They try to make it up to us by giving us extra days off for the summer holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, I had today off.  I spent most of the afternoon building new square foot gardens for our new house.   While we were living in Utah, Annette heard the inventor of square foot gardening on the radio one day.  It intrigued her, and we looked into it.  Ever since, we've used it as the basis of our gardening efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic principle is to create raised beds that are then divided into 1x1 foot sections.  In each section you plant one crop.  If it is a closely spaced crop, you plant 9 or 16 plants in a square.  For something large like tomatoes, you plant one per square. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret is the soil.  Instead of using whatever soil you have and trying to make it better, you use 1/3 peat moss, 1/3 compost and 1/3 vermiculite and plant your plants in that mixture.  They grow very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I built two beds in addition to the one I built 2 weeks ago.  We planted quite a few tomatoes and peppers as well as marigolds, pumpkins, and watermelons.  I'm looking forward to the harvest.  We will make lots of salsa and spaghetti sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-6721699532815779162?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/6721699532815779162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=6721699532815779162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6721699532815779162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6721699532815779162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/05/square-foot-gardening.html' title='Square Foot Gardening'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-3378455857868829112</id><published>2008-04-05T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:03:44.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy General Conference!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of General Conference.  Part of me feels really lame for saying this, but here goes:  this is my first General Conference where I haven't been in Utah or Idaho in over 10 years.  In fact, it is the first time since my mission.  However, a lot has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mission, we got to see exactly zero sessions live.  We'd get a videotape about a month after the conference so we could watch one session.  Internet feeds were nonexistent at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I loved about conference in Utah was that you could just turn on your own tv (or radio if you were in the car) and hear it doing whatever you wanted to be doing--which often involved either garage work, yard work, or outdoor recreation.  However, in Oregon, I'm not so lucky.  Sure, it's broadcast on BYUTV, but that's part of digital cable, which we've declined to get.  So, for the first time, I tried out the internet feed from lds.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were pretty good.  I hooked up my laptop to our plasma and we watched on television.  The picture quality was so-so--maybe a little less than SDTV.  But, it saved us the $15 a month on upgrade to digital cable.  Sound quality was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, whereever you are, happy conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-3378455857868829112?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/3378455857868829112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=3378455857868829112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3378455857868829112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3378455857868829112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-general-conference.html' title='Happy General Conference!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-5480137582034057471</id><published>2008-03-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:42:11.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R_BBSzjMZAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/j33HiJl3g80/s1600-h/braves_57_66.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R_BBSzjMZAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/j33HiJl3g80/s400/braves_57_66.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183714962434712578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball is back...officially...for reals.  As I type this, I'm enjoying the sight of Major League Baseball in Hi-Def on my plasma.  And even though my Atlanta Braves are trailing 2-1 in the fifth inning, I have the optimism that comes every April.  The Braves may not have done much the past couple years, but I'm not the only person who thinks &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/preview08/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;amp;id=3320120"&gt;they could be great again this year&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-5480137582034057471?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/5480137582034057471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=5480137582034057471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5480137582034057471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5480137582034057471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R_BBSzjMZAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/j33HiJl3g80/s72-c/braves_57_66.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-6732594658846679111</id><published>2008-03-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:54:14.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R-gi-zjMY8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/YT7IfdtUrBU/s1600-h/baseball_hitter_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R-gi-zjMY8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/YT7IfdtUrBU/s400/baseball_hitter_cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181429833674810306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the time has snuck up upon me.  It's baseball time!  In case you haven't been paying attention (Annette) or if you just don't care (too many to name, including Annette!) at approximately half past early tomorrow morning, the Major League Baseball season gets underway in Japan.  For more traditional fans of games played in North America, the season begins Sunday night, with my Atlanta Braves facing the Montreal Expos...I mean Washington Nationals in prime time on ESPN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm excited to watch the Braves try to get back to the playoffs.  I like their team this year.  I plan on future blog posts about them, but for now...welcome back, baseball.  It's been a long winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-6732594658846679111?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/6732594658846679111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=6732594658846679111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6732594658846679111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6732594658846679111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/03/baseball-time.html' title='Baseball Time!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R-gi-zjMY8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/YT7IfdtUrBU/s72-c/baseball_hitter_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-8602931136485517860</id><published>2008-02-27T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:43:34.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Inaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R8ZJ8SFLvxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pCFnELhtdS0/s1600-h/USPS1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R8ZJ8SFLvxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pCFnELhtdS0/s400/USPS1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171902522076151570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week, I've spent entirely too much time at government agencies.  There is no better argument for free markets than visiting government agencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was a trip to the DMV last week.  After being in Oregon for several months, I decided it was finally time to retitle our cars and get an Oregon driver's license.  Most of my recent DMV experience has been at Utah DMV offices.  I used to not understand why Utah had separate offices for registering your car and getting your driver licenses.  Now I do.  In Utah, even if I waited for the end of a month to register a car, it was a relatively painless process.  Not so in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk in and immediately have to wait in a line.  This line is to tell you whether you are eligible for the express line or have to take a number and wait.  I had to wait.  My number was 95 and they were on 88.  Doesn't seem too bad.  However, they only had 3 people manning the desks.  An hour later, I was finally called.  Everything was pretty smooth.  Then they informed me that I had to pay $5 to take the written test for the driver's license.  This could not be paid with the same check for car registration and a driver's license.  Why?  Who knows?  Of course, I only had one check.  Luckily I was able to scrounge $5 cash from the recesses of my wallet.  After taking the test, I had to wait again for a desk clerk to tell me I had passed.  Then, I had to wait another 10 minutes for them to call me up to the desk to take my picture.  Finally, I was done.  Just have to wait another 5 days to get my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that killed me was the waiting area.  The seating was disgusting.  And the clientele was somewhat less than what you might call "high-class"  I don't think I saw anyone who had showered or shaved in the past 2 days.  Finally, I just decided to stand while I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bad as my DMV experience was, it pales in comparison to my recent experiences with the Postal Service.  We moved to a new apartment recently.  Because it is a brand-new apartment, there were no keys to the mailbox yet.  We were told we needed to go to the post office and claim the keys.  There's the rub.  We tried to go on a Saturday and were instructed that the office for claiming keys was only open Monday through Friday from 9:30 to 3:30.  Government hours baffle me.  By my calculation, that's 30 hours per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned on a Monday at 3:15.  As I arrived, I went to the office and it was locked.  There was a sign on the door saying "we will be closing early today."  So, let me get this straight.  They can only be bothered to work 30 hours a week, and then can't even work the whole 30?  So, I went again the next day on my lunch break.  All I can say is I'm glad I'm on salary.  We waited almost 45 minutes to see the person who spent 30 seconds to give us the key.  See, the brilliant powers that be at the Medford Post Office decided to have the passport office in charge of giving out mail keys.  So, we had to wait for 2 people filling out extensive passport applications.  It literally took her 30 seconds to get our key.  Why can't they have the main counter clerks do it?  It involved her looking through a bin for our address and handing us an envelope.  Does that require special training?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also shocking to me was that in the cramped passport office, there were two desks being manned, or in this case womanned, by one cranky woman.  On the two desks there were a total of 0 computers.  Isn't this the 21st century?  How can they not have computers?  Wouldn't it be infinitely more productive to have someone type up silly passport documents and express mailing labels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I spent a total of 3 hours or so at the various government agencies.  Not my idea of fun.  But at least I'm done.  Until I get the title of our recently paid-off other car.  Then I get to go back for another hour or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-8602931136485517860?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/8602931136485517860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=8602931136485517860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8602931136485517860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8602931136485517860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/02/government-inaction.html' title='Government Inaction'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R8ZJ8SFLvxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pCFnELhtdS0/s72-c/USPS1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-3435894896332950121</id><published>2008-02-07T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:18:09.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking the walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R6wBIkgSf-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/iUGvjwnaswU/s1600-h/WalkIn-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R6wBIkgSf-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/iUGvjwnaswU/s400/WalkIn-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164504119436804066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, our temporary housing finally ran out.  I'm not complaining.  I think it was marvelous to get a furnished apartment rent free for 3 months.  So we had to find a new place.  My &lt;a href="http://mrsfloporama.blogspot.com/"&gt;wonderful wife&lt;/a&gt; found us a &lt;a href="http://www.charlespointapts.com/"&gt;brand new apartment&lt;/a&gt;.  The best part?  It's a five minute walk from my front door to my desk at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat that.  It's a five minute walk from my front door to my desk at work.  Now, let me put that into perspective.  If I were to drive to work, it would take me 2 minutes if you count sitting at the traffic light. Then I would have to park in the nether-reaches of our parking lot.  Then I would still have to walk 5 minutes from my crappy parking spot to my desk.  So, it's clearly a slam dunk for me to walk to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've driven my car once since Sunday, for a short 2 mile trip to the grocery store.  You gotta love it when you are putting more miles on your feet than you are on your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette is loving it too.  She's two miles from her work.  More importantly, there's just 4 stoplights between here and her work.  Before, there were approximately 73.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, because I'm the biggest dork in the world, I decided to illustrate.  See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R6wBVkgSf_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/dGrQ5wckeZE/s1600-h/parking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R6wBVkgSf_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/dGrQ5wckeZE/s400/parking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164504342775103474" 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/2405247945386287443-3435894896332950121?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/3435894896332950121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=3435894896332950121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3435894896332950121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3435894896332950121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/02/walking-walk.html' title='walking the walk'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R6wBIkgSf-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/iUGvjwnaswU/s72-c/WalkIn-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-7091564623270608375</id><published>2008-01-30T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:29:10.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowing money from the Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R6F4tEgSf9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KBI27ReJLaI/s1600-h/money.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R6F4tEgSf9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KBI27ReJLaI/s400/money.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161539363641917394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite complaints from politicians (Mike Huckabee, in particular) has been about the recently passed (in the House, anyways) Economic Stimulus Package.  I keep hearing about how we are going to "BORROW $150 BILLION FROM THE CHINESE!!!!"  Seriously, let's all ease up a little bit.  Several things bother me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the implications that because it is THE CHINESE!!!! we have to be particularly worried.  Would it generate the same political soundbite if we said "We're borrowing $150 billion from the British?"  That's what I thought.  Enough with the China bashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, unless I'm mistaken, the "tax rebates" (see below) will be paid by the U.S. Treasury, not the Chinese.  They will be paid by the government's favorite tactic, deficit spending.  The government will issue $150 billion in new bonds on the open market which will be repaid in 10 or 30 years by our children and grandchildren in the form of taxes.   (Note: while I have little problem with running a large trade deficit, I am not a fan of large government deficits.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling these "rebates" is dumb.  Most people getting them are getting back as much or more as they paid in taxes.  Ugh.  Call them "gifts" or "the dole" or "our children's future" or whatever--just not rebates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, these rebates are a joke.  Seriously.  I remember the last time we got these things.  I used it to buy new brakes for my car.  $150 billion is a little over 1% of GDP.  Nothing to sneeze at, but can the government really not come up with a better use of $150 billion?  How about working to eliminate poverty or find a cure for cancer?  How about giving Western Oregon its timber money back so I can have a decent library?  Scholarships for high-performing University students?  Anything but giving Joe Blow $300 so he can have a booze party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you feel passionately, call or e-mail your Senator and tell them the stimulus package is a joke and to vote against it.  We're not in a recession.  If we were, this wouldn't get us out.  We don't need the checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if anyone is still awake, let's talk briefly about the trade deficit.  I worry that sometimes we as a nation have the cart and the horse confused.  The trade deficit represents foreign capital coming into the U.S. to fund investment opportunities that we as a nation cannot fund.  Why?  Because our savings rate is negative (as a nation and as consumers).  This means the Chinese, and Japanese, and other nations invest their savings to fund US capital investments.   In other words, these investors see the US economy as a good place to invest their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to ask a rhetorical question.  Would you rather US banks have so much extra capital that they were investing in Chinese and European companies, thus creating jobs abroad, or have foreign banks investing in US companies creating jobs here in the U.S.?  I personally prefer the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a gross oversimplification of trade deficits.  I'm sure I've left out some valid concerns.  But I'm sick of politicians beating up the Chinese just because we are running a huge trade deficit with them.  If it weren't China, it would be some other country.  Why?  Because the U.S. economy is still a good place to invest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-7091564623270608375?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/7091564623270608375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=7091564623270608375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7091564623270608375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7091564623270608375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2008/01/borrowing-money-from-chinese.html' title='Borrowing money from the Chinese'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R6F4tEgSf9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KBI27ReJLaI/s72-c/money.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-7886027295514591125</id><published>2007-12-30T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:19:22.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought I'd say this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R3h7qdpquoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/n62aFy9SXAI/s1600-h/brownsdawg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R3h7qdpquoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/n62aFy9SXAI/s400/brownsdawg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150002143342279298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I actually like something about college football more than the NFL.  Impossible, you say?  Well, just for today I'm going to give some props to the wacky BCS system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the hopes of the Cleveland Browns and all their fans rested on the shoulders of Jim Sorgi.  If you are a casual NFL fan, you are excused for asking if he is a player on the Browns (he's not).  In fact, he is the backup quarterback for the Indianapolis Colts.  But wait, didn't the Colts play the Titans, not the Browns?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R3h7xdpqupI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5-BxfpZR2S0/s1600-h/sorgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R3h7xdpqupI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5-BxfpZR2S0/s400/sorgi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150002263601363602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed they were.  However, the Cleveland Browns had won their game earlier today and had a playoffs spot clinched if the Colts could beat the Titans tonight.  However, the Colts had nothing to play for.  They had clinched their second seed weeks ago and regardless of tonight's outcome, no change would occur in their playoff seeding.  So, they did exactly what they had the incentive to do.  They played their starters for about 15 minutes and then brought in the scrubs.  Enter Jim Sorgi.  Sorgi played reasonably well, but he played with the second and third team players against a first team defense for the Titans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I'm not criticizing the Colts.  What they did was in their best interests.  However, it doesn't make it any more bearable for the Browns.  Almost certainly, if the Colts had played their best players, they could have beat the Titans.  As it was, they only lost by 6 points.  Browns fans should be upset--the fact that the Colts didn't put forth their best effort to win cost them a playoff spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some wacky way, the BCS system takes care of this.  If a team wants to win a championship, they can't take any game lightly.  Could you imagine if the Colts were a college team playing the last game of the regular season, with a chance at playing in the BCS title game on the line?  No way would they have their second team playing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does happen in all major sporting leagues.  Teams clinch their playoff position and take a few games off.  However, the teams on the bubble occasionally suffer.  Browns fans, tonight I feel your pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-7886027295514591125?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/7886027295514591125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=7886027295514591125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7886027295514591125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7886027295514591125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-never-thought-id-say-this.html' title='I never thought I&apos;d say this...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R3h7qdpquoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/n62aFy9SXAI/s72-c/brownsdawg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-7863799443776575545</id><published>2007-12-15T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:53:55.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R2SFJrubJrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/viE7DbOd4Xo/s1600-h/P1020671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R2SFJrubJrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/viE7DbOd4Xo/s400/P1020671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144383075766707890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. floporama convinced me to drive her to the coast last weekend.  While we were there, we saw one of the most amazing sunsets ever.  Here's the picture.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-7863799443776575545?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/7863799443776575545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=7863799443776575545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7863799443776575545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7863799443776575545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-sunset.html' title='A great sunset'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R2SFJrubJrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/viE7DbOd4Xo/s72-c/P1020671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-6897289625454889733</id><published>2007-12-13T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:28:56.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mitchell Report</title><content type='html'>So, the long-anticipated Mitchell report came out today.  As promised, it implicated many many major league players as having bought or used steroids or other performance-enhancing drugs.  ESPN was kind enough to post a .pdf version of the report &lt;a href="http://assets.espn.go.com/media/pdf/071213/mitchell_report.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  For an easily formatted list of players it mentions, click &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=3153646"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to read the 400 page report.  Luckily, there is enough material in footnotes that it is a fairly quick read.  I'm about halfway through already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned so far:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Steroids was a big problem in baseball (duh)&lt;br /&gt;2.  It is no longer as big a problem, now that there is testing and severe penalties (duh)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Human Growth Hormone is now the drug of choice, since there is no urine test for it&lt;br /&gt;4.  The MLBPA is about as crooked as a union could be.  If the Mitchell report had been a government sanctioned investigation with subpoena powers, we would know even more.  Except that MLBPA would have fought every subpoena and the investigation would be another 5 years from being released.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Tony LaRussa is a dill weed.  I never liked him before, especially after his DUI, but he is just a weasel.  If I get more ambitious, I'll detail why i dislike him so much in a future post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my dilemma.  I love baseball.  However, the Mitchell Report has given me even more disdain for what has been happening in baseball for the last 20 years or so.  I'm more disgusted now than I was after the 1994-1995 lockout.  And until there is a good, transparent testing system in place that includes HGH testing, I'll have no confidence in the game being clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will defer my final judgement until I finish the Mitchell Report.  However, it's a bad day to be a baseball fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-6897289625454889733?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/6897289625454889733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=6897289625454889733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6897289625454889733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6897289625454889733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/12/mitchell-report.html' title='The Mitchell Report'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-3220586041860941964</id><published>2007-12-05T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:32:54.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Grandma had a stroke.  She is a great lady and I hope she's not in pain.  As of right now, her left side is paralyzed.  She is unable to speak.  The doctors cannot make a prognosis as to whether she will make a full or even partial recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is not a young woman.  She is in her late 80s.  Recovery would probably include a lot of painful physical therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I feel.  I don't want to lose my last surviving grandparent.  She and I have had a special relationship for a long time.  She spoils me terribly, even now when I'm in my 30s.  When I have visited her home, I always knew I was loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't want her to be in pain.  And while I never felt like she complained too much, I know she's been miserable in her own way for quite a while.  Many times when I've visited, she's told me how she wished she could walk better, because she always used to enjoy taking walks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa's been gone for almost 15 years now.  I'm sure that Grandma would love to join him in the great beyond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends (who I think are the only ones who look at this blog) have been the beneficiaries of Grandma's hospitality.  Her house has been a convenient way station for trips to Las Vegas or Zion's National Park.  If you have been touched by her kindness, please take a moment and say a prayer for Grandma Lub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-3220586041860941964?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/3220586041860941964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=3220586041860941964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3220586041860941964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3220586041860941964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/12/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-6470322032400212647</id><published>2007-12-01T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:29:24.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ocean in view! O! The joy!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R1IwgBatR4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c45VggyyH5Y/s1600-R/coast+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R1IwgBatR4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6GA2DE3ID9Q/s400/coast+trip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139223451477559170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had nothing better to do this weekend, I decided to spend a few hours making the drive to see the ocean.  I hadn't been on the American coast of the Pacific ocean in several years, and I figured today, although rainy, would be a good day to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Medford is actually only about 80 miles from the coast, to drive there you have to take a circuitous route that involves going into and out of California.  The good news is the drive is everything a leisurely drive should be--winding roads over mountains, next to rocky cliffs, and full of some of the best views I've seen in a long time.  See some of my pictures from the trip &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/floporama/sets/72157603352214389/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive starts by taking the freeway from Medford to Grants Pass.  As freeway drives go, this is a good one.  Lots of verdant hills full of evergreen trees.  Just enough windiness to keep things interesting, and not enough to make you sick of the turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get off the freeway in Grants Pass, you see what is the ugliest part of the drive.  Typical small town sprawl with supermarkets, fast food, and every other business to meet your needs.  As you leave the town, you pass through a speed trap where you see 3 cops in 1/2 mile.  Then, you are on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad about it now, because I found the drive to be beautiful, but I'll ignore the stretch of the trip from Grants Pass to Cave Junction.  It was great, but it's after you leave Cave Junction that things get really interesting.  As I was scoping out the directions on &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;time=&amp;amp;date=&amp;amp;ttype=&amp;amp;q=medford,+OR+to+brookings,+OR&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=39.592876,83.671875&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=9&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;google maps&lt;/a&gt;, I noticed a large amount of the California part of the trips was in "Smith River NRA."  As it happens, NRA is not National Rifle Association here, but National Recreation Area.  I have just two words for it--holy crap!  The area is amazing.  You have 10 miles of very winding roads as you follow the Smith River.  Then, just as you get onto a faster part of the road, you start seeing redwood trees.  Out of the blue.  10-12 feet in diameter.  Right next to the road--literally.  As in asphalt touching bark.  It was just seriously amazing and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made getting to the point where I could see the ocean feel less impressive.  But it was still pretty amazing, even if it was raining pretty good the whole time I was down on the beach.  And of course, after I had been rained on for about 45 minutes and finally had gotten back in the car with dry clothes, it started to clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the drive back was so amazing it made up for the rainy time I had on the beach.  On my way to the coast, I had kept thinking, "sheesh there are a lot of creeks and rivers."  So on the way back, I made a list of every body of water I passed.  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacific Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Winchuk River&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert Creek&lt;br /&gt;Smith River&lt;br /&gt;Rowdy Creek&lt;br /&gt;Middle Fork (Smith River)&lt;br /&gt;Hardscrabble Creek&lt;br /&gt;Mary's Creek&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Creek&lt;br /&gt;Little Jones Creek&lt;br /&gt;Siskiyou Fork&lt;br /&gt;Knopki Creek&lt;br /&gt;Elk Creek&lt;br /&gt;West Fork (Illinois River)&lt;br /&gt;Rough and Ready Creek&lt;br /&gt;East Fork (Illinois River)&lt;br /&gt;George Creek&lt;br /&gt;Holton Creek&lt;br /&gt;Lake Selmac&lt;br /&gt;Deer Creek&lt;br /&gt;Anderson Creek&lt;br /&gt;Clear Creek&lt;br /&gt;Butcher Knife Creek&lt;br /&gt;Slate Creek&lt;br /&gt;Waters Creek&lt;br /&gt;Applegate River&lt;br /&gt;Rogue River&lt;br /&gt;Bear Creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all of them.  Mrs. Floporama and I will definitely be taking this trip again once she comes out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-6470322032400212647?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/6470322032400212647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=6470322032400212647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6470322032400212647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6470322032400212647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/12/ocean-in-view-o-joy.html' title='&quot;Ocean in view! 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The joy!&quot;'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R1IwgBatR4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6GA2DE3ID9Q/s72-c/coast+trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-6694723462271390071</id><published>2007-11-28T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:34:45.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little webcam fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R05ddtZnlqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/45_Su9PA5r0/s1600-h/41CVST30S2L._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R05ddtZnlqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/45_Su9PA5r0/s400/41CVST30S2L._AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138146989860951714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try to alleviate the separation anxiety faced by mrs. floporama and myself, we decided to buy webcams.  After purchasing the cameras with free two-day shipping (thanks, Amazon Prime!), they arrived today to be put to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short setup, we were on our way.  Since we got Microsoft webcams, we decided to try a video chat with Windows Live Messenger.  The experience was a mixed bag.  After a few minutes getting everything going, the connection was decent for a few minutes.  Then it would crap out.  Close the chat window and restart.  This time there was a very annoying echo.  Try again.  Works for a few minutes, then freezes.  Finally give up for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a nice experience.  It was great to see my wife's smiling face and also my lazy lazy cat.  I wish the functionality were a little better, and I wonder how much of it has to do with the somewhat unreliable wireless network adapter on her computer.  However, we will definitely be giving it another try.  Slow video is better than no video, I always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I never say.  In fact, until just now I've never said it.  And come to think of it, I still didn't say it--I typed it.  Okay, but now I did say it out loud.  You'll have to take my word for it though, because I didn't record myself saying it.  Which means, it may have never happened at all.  If a guy says something in an empty apartment and nobody else hears him, does it make a sound?  Also, I'm retarded.  Kill this post now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-6694723462271390071?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/6694723462271390071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=6694723462271390071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6694723462271390071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6694723462271390071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-webcam-fun.html' title='A little webcam fun'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R05ddtZnlqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/45_Su9PA5r0/s72-c/41CVST30S2L._AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-6415095784113768236</id><published>2007-11-28T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:17:12.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another cat video</title><content type='html'>Today's cat video of the day--the cat vs. the ferret:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4Q3F7ctpA0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4Q3F7ctpA0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2007/11/28/kitten-vs-ferret/"&gt;neatorama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-6415095784113768236?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/6415095784113768236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=6415095784113768236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6415095784113768236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6415095784113768236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/yet-another-cat-video.html' title='Yet another cat video'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-1150377989486424524</id><published>2007-11-26T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:12:08.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0uY_dZnlhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZVkkJATIZ2M/s1600-h/Little+Girl+in+Glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0uY_dZnlhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZVkkJATIZ2M/s320/Little+Girl+in+Glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137368015937443346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing spectacular here, but one thing I like about kids is how random they are.  On the shuttle bus from the rental car lot to the airport yesterday I was eavesdropping on a little (about 6 years old) girl and her mother.  They had been talking about something completely different and out of the blue, the girl says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are only two kids in my class who wear glasses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by stunned silence for about 5 seconds.  Then the girl says, "Brittany and Hunter wear glasses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More silence and then the mom finally says, "that's great honey."  And the girl moved on to another random subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-1150377989486424524?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/1150377989486424524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=1150377989486424524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/1150377989486424524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/1150377989486424524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/kids-are-random.html' title='Kids are random'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0uY_dZnlhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZVkkJATIZ2M/s72-c/Little+Girl+in+Glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-329827220674821269</id><published>2007-11-25T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:16:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0pxqdZnlgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UnMtwzyRgik/s1600-h/traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0pxqdZnlgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UnMtwzyRgik/s320/traffic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137043299229996546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a Thanksgiving trip to Utah to visit &lt;a href="http://mrsfloporama.blogspot.com/"&gt;mrs. floporama&lt;/a&gt;, I've returned to Oregon.  While there are plenty of things I will miss about being in Utah (my wife, my cat, my home, my bed, etc.), there is one thing that I will absolutely not miss--Utah drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in Utah for the better part of my adult life.  However, I grew up in the Atlanta area.  I've taken multiple business trips to southern California.  I've driven rental cars in New York City, Chicago, and many other cities across the country.  And I am convinced that drivers in Utah are the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes them so bad?  First is the passive-aggressive nature of many LDS people.  It makes for an incredible amount of road-rage fueled drivers.  Since they will likely never interact with their fellow drivers outside the confines of their vehicles, they can act out the aggressive side of their passive-aggressive nature.  The road rage I encountered on the relatively tame roads of Utah puts New Yorkers to shame.  In New York or Los Angeles, you will get honked at, but it's expected.  In Utah, the same person who might be teaching your gospel doctrine class on Sunday could be flipping you off on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this would be mostly forgiveable except for the one behavior of Utah driving that I truly truly hate.  As soon as a driver gets on the freeway, they immediately get over one lane to the left.  This happens even when the right hand lane is completely empty.  Then, every lane except the slow lane will drive THE EXACT SAME SPEED.  Granted, this speed is sometimes fairly quick, but the fact that the best place to pass cars on the freeway is the right hand lane is very messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is so stupid that the legislature felt it needed to take action recently.  (I'm too lazy to find a link to prove my point, but I read about it in the paper about six months ago.)  They passed a law stating that if you are in the far left hand lane and someone behind you wants to pass you, you need to get over as soon as possible and allow the pass.  It's amazing that lawmakers had to waste their time on a common sense driving principle, but then again, the Utah legislature has to meet in Salt Lake, so I'm sure it's passive-aggressive members encountered many bad drivers themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In California or Georgia, drivers understand the principle of increasing speeds as you move leftward on the freeway.  Or at least they do if they can actually move--traffic is hideous in both places.  You might have drivers going 65 in the right lane, 70 in the second-from-right, 75 in the next, and so on.  In Utah you have people either not driving or going 60 mph in the right lane and 75 in every other lane.  It annoys me greatly and I'm delighted that I don't have to face it again on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the SLC airport this evening and just had to laugh at how many times I got caught in the so-called "Utah Box".  In three weeks of driving in small-town Oregon, I've never once experienced road rage or felt like some other driver was angry with me.  Slow and easy is the way it goes here, and that's just fine with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-329827220674821269?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/329827220674821269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=329827220674821269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/329827220674821269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/329827220674821269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-in-oregon.html' title='Back in Oregon'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0pxqdZnlgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UnMtwzyRgik/s72-c/traffic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-8803128088741756735</id><published>2007-11-21T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:08:33.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these things is not like the others </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0TWkdZnlfI/AAAAAAAAADw/Zjt1zIbCwdc/s1600-h/photo-713496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0TWkdZnlfI/AAAAAAAAADw/Zjt1zIbCwdc/s320/photo-713496.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135465396964922866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My temporary apartment is right next to an elementary school. On a  &lt;br&gt;walk today, I noticed the following signs:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-8803128088741756735?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/8803128088741756735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=8803128088741756735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8803128088741756735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8803128088741756735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-others.html' title='One of these things is not like the others '/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0TWkdZnlfI/AAAAAAAAADw/Zjt1zIbCwdc/s72-c/photo-713496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-1574745382634919819</id><published>2007-11-20T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:31:49.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't help myself</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...two cat videos in one day.  But after going onto youtube to grab the html code for the previous video, I couldn't help but search for my all time favorite cat video.  Mrs. floporama is a big fan of this one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3d0BdkRaqA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3d0BdkRaqA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/2405247945386287443-1574745382634919819?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/1574745382634919819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=1574745382634919819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/1574745382634919819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/1574745382634919819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-cant-help-myself.html' title='I just can&apos;t help myself'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-388855891291221744</id><published>2007-11-20T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:16:59.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat and the Crawfish</title><content type='html'>I defy anyone to watch this video and not end up whistling a certain tune that shall not be named for the rest of the day.  Enjoy!  I love that the dog is completely uninterested in everything going on around him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGTZoyARvnQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGTZoyARvnQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/2405247945386287443-388855891291221744?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/388855891291221744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=388855891291221744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/388855891291221744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/388855891291221744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/cat-and-crawfish.html' title='The Cat and the Crawfish'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-8531622977612484757</id><published>2007-11-20T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:17:42.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious signage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0Oa1dZnleI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEuICYH6ZxY/s1600-h/photo-785182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0Oa1dZnleI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEuICYH6ZxY/s320/photo-785182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135118243348321762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0Oa1dZnleI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEuICYH6ZxY/s1600-h/photo-785182.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0Oa1dZnleI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEuICYH6ZxY/s1600-h/photo-785182.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now been a little over two weeks since I started my new job.  Every day, on my way to and from my desk when I come in or leave work, I've seen this sign on a door in the hallway on the way out of my building.  Every day, at least 4 times a day, I've wondered an Oubliette is.  Finally, last night, as I was leaving the building, the door to the Oubiette was left ajar and a discovered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark closet that appeared to be a combination janitor's/old junk closet.  And so I finally decided to try to figure out what an Oubliette is.  Once I did, the name on the closet made perfect nerd sense.  So as to not spoil anyone else's fun, I'll leave the exercise of determining what it means to my few, sparse readers.  Best of luck. &lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-8531622977612484757?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/8531622977612484757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=8531622977612484757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8531622977612484757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8531622977612484757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/curious-signage.html' title='Curious signage'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/R0Oa1dZnleI/AAAAAAAAADo/pEuICYH6ZxY/s72-c/photo-785182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-3763739315997055543</id><published>2007-11-16T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:20:53.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your next car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rz6HpdZnldI/AAAAAAAAADg/hKh-rKJ60ug/s1600-h/2007_Ford_Focus_Sedan_SE_CD_Silver_Clearcoat_Metallic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rz6HpdZnldI/AAAAAAAAADg/hKh-rKJ60ug/s320/2007_Ford_Focus_Sedan_SE_CD_Silver_Clearcoat_Metallic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133689771585410514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I've been waiting for the relocation company to ship me my car, I've had a rental car.  A very nice perk, if I do say so myself.  However, my friendly neighborhood car rental company gave me a Ford Focus.  Let me preface the rest of my post by saying that I have no agenda against Ford.  I've owned a Ford Explorer that I dearly loved.  However, the 2008 Ford Focus is simply not a well designed vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was instant messaging with a friend tonight, I made the claim that I could think of at least 5 things about the car that really bothered me.  Then I decided to find out if I really could.  So, here they are, my five primary complaints about the 2008 Ford Focus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The windshield wiper controls. Again, I'm just not sure what engineering was thinking about on this one. Virtually every car I've driven, foreign or domestic for the last 10 years has had the exact same control system for turning on your wipers. Ford decided to mix it up on the focus. Everything is the opposite of what you expect. Up is down and down is up. To speed up the wipers, you turn a knob on the control stick towards you instead of away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  This is nothing new for Ford, but instead of putting your headlights on your turn signal, they still insist on a separate knob clear up on the left side of the dashboard.  Again, why are you persisting in being different from almost every other car maker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The rearview mirror is very very stiff.  When I try to adjust it, i feel like I might accidentally rip it off the windshield if I'm not careful.  I don't want a floppy mirror, but I do want some ease of adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  One of my more common complaints about cars...the cup holders.  They are positioned in the center console toward the front.  However, when I tried to put a large soda from a famous fast food chain in the holder, it was too tall.  The cup leaned to the side and dumped several ounces onto the shoddy floor mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2a.  The cup holders come with rubber liners that you can remove for easy cleaning.  Good idea, right?  Not in this case.  They stick to the cups they hold so you end up picking up your drink and a rubber sleeve.  But because the sleeve only fits into the cup holder in precisely one position, its impossible to put your drink back into the cup holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Special guest complaint by my wife--the turn signal is loud.  Very loud.  As in if I'm driving home and talking to my wife on the phone she complains about how annoying it is.  So loud that when she came to visit me last weekend, we took her rental car (2008 Pontiac Grand Prix) out several times just to avoid it.  It makes me imagine the following conversation between two Ford engineers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy engineer #1:  On my way in this morning I got stuck behind some lame-o who changed lanes and never turned off his blinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy engineer #2:  You know, for the new Focus, we should make it so it is really hard for a driver to leave his on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy engineer #1:  Good idea...I've heard of some car manufacturers creating an alarm where if it is on for very long while the car is in motion, it will alert you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy engineer #2:  Hmmm...we don't want to worry about patent infringement.  Let's come up with a blinker that is really loud all the time, even if you are waiting at a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy engineer #1:  Sounds good.  But couldn't that lead to a safety issue if it annoys drivers too much?  We don't want to really piss off our own drivers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy engineer #2:  We have a scheduled break in 2 minutes...let's just put the damn thing in and go get our coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is good about the car?  The stereo is pretty decent.  I think it's not a horrible looking car--except for the hideous shade of blue they stuck me with.  In another color, it might be an okay looking car.  And I guess at a MSRP of &lt;a href="http://www56.forddirect.fordvehicles.com/FordVehicles.jsp?target=config&amp;amp;partner=&amp;amp;sModel=2008Focus&amp;amp;sBrand=Ford&amp;amp;sZip=97501"&gt;$14,375&lt;/a&gt;, its not a very expensive car.  Just be prepared to be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just thought of one more annoyance, also courtesy of my wife.  Most cars these days have an alarm to remind you to fasten your seatbelt if you are driving.  Ford took it one additional annoying step by beeping if the passenger has decided not to fasten her seatbelt.  I didn't know whether to be more annoyed at Ford or at my wife for this one, but it really does grate on you.  I'm all for safety, but driver annoyance should not be the method for implementing safe practices in a vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safely.  Also, don't be like Catherine and drive &lt;a href="http://catherinechou.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-punish-and-enslave.html"&gt;too quickly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-3763739315997055543?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/3763739315997055543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=3763739315997055543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3763739315997055543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3763739315997055543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-your-next-car.html' title='Not your next car'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rz6HpdZnldI/AAAAAAAAADg/hKh-rKJ60ug/s72-c/2007_Ford_Focus_Sedan_SE_CD_Silver_Clearcoat_Metallic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-5395832870081128332</id><published>2007-11-15T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:57:33.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest...Dessert....Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rz0ijdZnlbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RCKxSGZNFAw/s1600-h/comic+book+guy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rz0ijdZnlbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RCKxSGZNFAw/s320/comic+book+guy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133297142855079346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I had the pleasure to try the most ridiculously sweet dessert ever known to man...or at least to this man.  I went to a meeting and one of the snack options was a Harry &amp;amp; David Christmas Tree Cheesecake.  It was an experience like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint was about the presentation.  I thought it looked like a Little Debbie Christmas snack cake.  As soon as I picked it up, though, I knew something was different.  It was cool to the touch and clearly had a hard chocolate coating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first bite (not funny, I know).  But I was thrilled when instead of a sub-par cake filling that you would expect from a Little Debbie, it was a moist, sweet piece of raspberry cheesecake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recommendation?  If you can stomach the price tag ($32.95 for 9), give these a try.  One tree is more than sufficient for a dessert.  Order &lt;a href="http://www.harryanddavid.com/gifts/store/product____dessert-bakery-gifts_cheesecake-gifts_62474"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rz0i0dZnlcI/AAAAAAAAADY/6hOqWKX55GA/s1600-h/16216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rz0i0dZnlcI/AAAAAAAAADY/6hOqWKX55GA/s320/16216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133297434912855490" 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/2405247945386287443-5395832870081128332?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/5395832870081128332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=5395832870081128332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5395832870081128332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5395832870081128332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweetestdessertever.html' title='Sweetest...Dessert....Ever'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rz0ijdZnlbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RCKxSGZNFAw/s72-c/comic+book+guy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-5469723091634417397</id><published>2007-11-14T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:56:43.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA is craptastic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/flop/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Most of those near and dear to me know that I am not a big fan of the National Basketball Association.  Tonight I tried to watch a few minutes of a game on ESPN and had to turn it off after just a few minutes.  So tonight, in honor of the Association, I'm going to lay out why I don't like the NBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The way games are officiated.  I hate that superstars "get calls" and everyone in the arena knows it, from the fans to the players to the refs.  Kobe got brushed on the forearm?  Foul!  KG ran into someone on the follow through of a shot?  Better head to the foul line.  Some second round draft pick on his way to the basket gets massacred by Shaq?  No whistle there--it's the rookie's fault for being so sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a.  The jump-step.  I've still never heard a compelling case as for how this isn't travelling.  It does look cool, but what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Almost every team runs the same play over and over.  Player X gets possesion of the ball on one side of the court.  All other players on X's team head to other side of key.  The isolation play is b-o-r-i-n-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.  Oh sorry, I mean "g".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Posting up.  I hate that everyone on the team except for whoever happens to have the ball sits around the top of the key waiting for something to pass them the ball for an open three pointer.  Of course you're open--you are a seven foot tall lerp who should be playing 5 feet from the basket, not 22 feet away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rzvo1NZnlZI/AAAAAAAAADA/qROqfPAxK-E/s1600-h/nba.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rzvo1NZnlZI/AAAAAAAAADA/qROqfPAxK-E/s320/nba.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132952201146635666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The pay scale.  Apparently, I'm not the only one who hates this.  Just for fun, I created the following chart.  It shows an interesting relationship between the average salary for an NBA player (adjusted for inflation) vs. the average NBA finals rating.  Tell me if you don't see two very different relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The unbelievable stupidity and arrogance of certain players (think &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/news/story?id=3110086"&gt;Stephon Marbury&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm sure I could think of more reasons, but I need to go check out the MLB and NFL sections on ESPN.  Maybe there will be some sort of sporting news I care about.  Oooh, it looks like &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncf/player/profile?playerId=148066"&gt;John Beck&lt;/a&gt; will &lt;a href="http://www.sun-sentinel.com/sports/football/pro/dolphins/sfl-beckstart111407,0,6586114.story?coll=sofla_tab02_layout"&gt;start&lt;/a&gt; for the 'phins this Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-5469723091634417397?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/5469723091634417397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=5469723091634417397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5469723091634417397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/5469723091634417397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/nba-is-craptastic.html' title='NBA is craptastic!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rzvo1NZnlZI/AAAAAAAAADA/qROqfPAxK-E/s72-c/nba.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-2187202495524346834</id><published>2007-11-07T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:54:10.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oregon'/><title type='text'>Top 10</title><content type='html'>Things to love about Oregon:&lt;br /&gt;1. No sales tax!&lt;br /&gt;2. Full service gas only.  (I will admit this one is still a little strange to me.  It makes you feel a little lazy sitting in your car while someone else operates controls so simple that in most states teenagers can do it.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Bike lanes everywhere--even though I am without a bike at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;4. The sales tax is 0%&lt;br /&gt;5. No traffic whatsoever--at least here in Medford.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RzKjT9-SRAI/AAAAAAAAACw/P2nX5qG6PvU/s1600-h/carmen-san-diego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RzKjT9-SRAI/AAAAAAAAACw/P2nX5qG6PvU/s320/carmen-san-diego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130342488977064962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oregon Trail--the greatest educational computer game ever.  And yes, I'm calling you out, Carmen Sandiego. No kid actually wants to try to track down obscure geographical trivia in order to chase after some dilettante in a floppy red hat.  Also, it was endlessly frustrating to chase after Ms. Sandiego only to end up capturing some vile henchman.  However, the TV show did have a great theme song.  In fact, just thinking about it has made the song stuck in my head for at least an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RzKjmt-SRBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iy6kozcKcsM/s1600-h/oregon+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RzKjmt-SRBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iy6kozcKcsM/s320/oregon+trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130342811099612178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Give me Oregon Trail instead.  Give me random illnesses.  Give me dead oxen.  And above all, give me a loss of most of my supplies from trying to float a dangerous river crossing!  That's a real educational game!&lt;br /&gt;7. Great weather--no ground snow in the winter, or at least so I've been told&lt;br /&gt;8. Lighted street signs--while these are far from omnipresent, I've seen enough to be won over.  It makes a world of difference just looking up and clearly being able to read the intersecting road, rather than having to slow down and look for which corner the road sign is on, then squinting to make it out in the dim streetlight.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did I mention how everything is about 6.5% cheaper because there is no sales tax?&lt;br /&gt;10. From my current apartment, all of the following are less than 10 minutes away:&lt;br /&gt;    Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;br /&gt;     Fred Meyer&lt;br /&gt;     Applebee's&lt;br /&gt;     Quizno's&lt;br /&gt;     Subway&lt;br /&gt;     Ross&lt;br /&gt;    Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;     and many more...oh, and did I mention that they are less than a 10 minute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk &lt;/span&gt;away?  In 10 minutes I could drive to almost every store or restaurant imaginable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-2187202495524346834?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/2187202495524346834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=2187202495524346834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/2187202495524346834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/2187202495524346834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/oregon.html' title='Top 10'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RzKjT9-SRAI/AAAAAAAAACw/P2nX5qG6PvU/s72-c/carmen-san-diego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-8961300958531651789</id><published>2007-11-02T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:49:19.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I won't miss about Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rytw3LLR8dI/AAAAAAAAACo/A4dINZ_V_6k/s1600-h/oh+my+heck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rytw3LLR8dI/AAAAAAAAACo/A4dINZ_V_6k/s320/oh+my+heck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128316693886661074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was out in my driveway filling some cracks.  I know, I know...you are all thinking, "my, what an exciting life you live!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was working, some neighbor kids from a few doors down across the street were running back and forth between their house and their friends' house next door.  I don't remember what prompted the outburst, but at one point the two-year old girl blurted out, "oh my heck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have occasionally caught myself using this expression, I can't stand it.  Maybe even loathe it.  Sometimes you might say I detest it.  Mostly though, I just don't like it whatsoever.  And for a two-year old girl to be saying it--oh my heck! that is just ridiculous.  What the fetch is wrong with her parents to teach her such naughty language?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-8961300958531651789?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/8961300958531651789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=8961300958531651789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8961300958531651789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8961300958531651789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-i-wont-miss-about-utah.html' title='Something I won&apos;t miss about Utah'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/Rytw3LLR8dI/AAAAAAAAACo/A4dINZ_V_6k/s72-c/oh+my+heck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-1191561063960242874</id><published>2007-10-29T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:12:55.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The final week, day 1</title><content type='html'>Since today was the first day of my week-long vacation before moving to Oregon, I decided to do one of the pain-in-the-butt things that I've been putting off for far too long--taking our psycho cat Finneran to the vet.  Conveniently, my lovely wife would be returning from a trip to New York, and so would be unable to assist in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparations began last night.  I had noticed his claws were sharper than normal.  Anticipating a potential struggle getting him into his carrier, I decided to clip his claws.  As usual, he put up a little fight--he's always much more interested in rubbing his chin on the clippers than in letting me trim his claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today at 1:30, the fun began.  Luckily, the cap had decided to take a nap on the futon in our office, so I could make preparations without him seeing.  I went out to the garage and got the kennel out from under the workbench.  Because it had been there undisturbed for about 3 years, it was very dusty.  I cleaned it up as best as I could, then brought it inside and hid it around the corner from the kitchen, so even if the cat woke up, he wouldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I grabbed Mrs. floporama's favorite bathrobe.  Incidentally, this is also Finneran's favorite bathrobe.  If she leaves it on the bed, its a sure bet that we will find him nestled into it when we come home.  I spread the robe in the cage so the cat could nestle right in, if he so desired (yeah right!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the real fun began.  I went and started to pet the cat to wake him up.  He finally groggily began to open his eyes and I picked him up and carried him downstairs, rubbing his belly the whole time to try to lull him into a false sense of security.  It was working okay--at least until we got close to the carrier.  Then, as soon as I turned the corner and he saw the carrier, he turned into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RyZHxbLR8cI/AAAAAAAAACg/tsNBw2Hvwcg/s1600-h/angry_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RyZHxbLR8cI/AAAAAAAAACg/tsNBw2Hvwcg/s320/angry_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126864140242121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY PSYCHO ANGRY CAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Cat shown is not my actual cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He literally went bananas as soon as he saw it.  It took three tries to finally get him far enough into the carrier to think about shutting the door.  However, he had quickly turned around and managed to get a paw out that I had to shove back into the cage.  Finally, I was able to shut the door and then the howling began.  MEEEEOOOOW!  RRRRROOOOWWWWW!  Repeated about 900 times over the next 20 minutes.  Fortunately, we live only about a mile from a vet and mercifully, the vet was not at all busy today, so the whole round trip only took about 18 minutes.  However, the cat did not shut up for longer than 30 seconds of that whole 18 minutes.  Loudly, at the top of his voice, letting me know of his extreme displeasure.  The vet took about 60 seconds to actually give Finneran his two shots.  I spent more time filling out paperwork and then waiting to pay my bill than the vet took to do his business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we were mercifully home.  I took the still screaming cat upstairs and let him out next to the bed.  He immediately ran under it and I haven't seen him yet.  However, I'm not sure I'm going to sleep tonight--I'll be too fearful of vengeance from the evil psycho cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-1191561063960242874?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/1191561063960242874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=1191561063960242874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/1191561063960242874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/1191561063960242874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/10/unemployed-day-1.html' title='The final week, day 1'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RyZHxbLR8cI/AAAAAAAAACg/tsNBw2Hvwcg/s72-c/angry_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-6943397626977133424</id><published>2007-10-25T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:24:09.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The final weekend...</title><content type='html'>No new posts since September...well, that seems a little fishy.  Nothing important could have been going on.  Oh, except that I found a new job in a state far far away.  And while I plan to discuss the career move here, I think I'll wait until a slightly later time to do so.  Meanwhile, back at the stately floporama manor, I am the king of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually that would be the cat, who seems intent on taking over whatever portion of the bed I might choose to sleep on.  Also, who is scooping whom's poop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, my lovely and talented wife has decided to go on a trip to New York City.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RyF5oGKKkjI/AAAAAAAAACY/y5XCRVOU6zc/s1600-h/photo%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RyF5oGKKkjI/AAAAAAAAACY/y5XCRVOU6zc/s320/photo%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125511580679311922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And even though she booked the trip months in advance, it just so happens that the trip coincides with my last full weekend in Utah, or at least my last weekend as a full-time Utah resident.  As much as that detail thrills me, it is also a little bittersweet.  Utah has been my home for almost 10 years now--it will be strange to just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since I'm positive everyone is just dying for a picture from New York, here it is.  Nothing like a big pile of blurry New York trash to make you yearn for the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-6943397626977133424?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/6943397626977133424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=6943397626977133424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6943397626977133424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6943397626977133424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/10/final-weekend.html' title='The final weekend...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RyF5oGKKkjI/AAAAAAAAACY/y5XCRVOU6zc/s72-c/photo%286%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-7425972508693726271</id><published>2007-09-02T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:46:17.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain in Utah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RttLSY_IoyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CjSWphoYE9s/s1600-h/photo-777521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RttLSY_IoyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CjSWphoYE9s/s320/photo-777521.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105757381871575842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Out of the blue today we got an afternoon thundershower.  By my very  &lt;br&gt;unofficial tally that makes almost 3 weeks since we got any moisture  &lt;br&gt;at all.  And as you can see from the picture below, we didn&amp;#39;t get very  &lt;br&gt;much.&lt;p&gt;It was very nice to sit outside and get wet, though.  Instead of 95  &lt;br&gt;degrees, we got 75.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-7425972508693726271?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/7425972508693726271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=7425972508693726271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7425972508693726271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/7425972508693726271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/09/rain-in-utah.html' title='Rain in Utah?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RttLSY_IoyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CjSWphoYE9s/s72-c/photo-777521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-3017868901881415287</id><published>2007-08-30T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:55:03.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Master of his domain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdY14_IoxI/AAAAAAAAACI/UHzpxSM3xAU/s1600-h/photo-703567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdY14_IoxI/AAAAAAAAACI/UHzpxSM3xAU/s320/photo-703567.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104646385501250322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My lazy cat lying on my belly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-3017868901881415287?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/3017868901881415287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=3017868901881415287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3017868901881415287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/3017868901881415287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/08/master-of-his-domain.html' title='Master of his domain'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdY14_IoxI/AAAAAAAAACI/UHzpxSM3xAU/s72-c/photo-703567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-2783556292820781152</id><published>2007-08-30T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:36:31.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobble o </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdUgI_IowI/AAAAAAAAACA/RnCtL1b22mM/s1600-h/photo-791573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdUgI_IowI/AAAAAAAAACA/RnCtL1b22mM/s320/photo-791573.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104641613792584450" /&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/2405247945386287443-2783556292820781152?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/2783556292820781152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=2783556292820781152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/2783556292820781152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/2783556292820781152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/08/bobble-o.html' title='Bobble o '/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdUgI_IowI/AAAAAAAAACA/RnCtL1b22mM/s72-c/photo-791573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-2037724829956514122</id><published>2007-08-30T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:21:52.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football draft tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdRBI_IovI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0HctYSe8CM0/s1600-h/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdRBI_IovI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0HctYSe8CM0/s320/fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104637782681756402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the mafia, everytime I think I'm out, I get sucked back in.  Despite my massive apathy for fantasy baseball this year, I'm gonna play fantasy football.  Our draft is tonight.  I have no chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. floporama of course thinks I'm an idiot.  She's probably right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-2037724829956514122?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/2037724829956514122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=2037724829956514122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/2037724829956514122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/2037724829956514122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/08/football-draft-tonight.html' title='Football draft tonight'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RtdRBI_IovI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0HctYSe8CM0/s72-c/fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-6560161338431283798</id><published>2007-08-29T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:25:28.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six months later...</title><content type='html'>So I seem to have dropped off the face of the earth for about 6 months.  Sad, really, since they should have been pretty exciting months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-6560161338431283798?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/6560161338431283798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=6560161338431283798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6560161338431283798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/6560161338431283798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/08/six-months-later.html' title='Six months later...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405247945386287443.post-8887817431107220721</id><published>2007-03-23T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:32:49.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RgQO9nt5ZCI/AAAAAAAAABg/pv9R-VWZaFU/s1600-h/P1000043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RgQO9nt5ZCI/AAAAAAAAABg/pv9R-VWZaFU/s400/P1000043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045173934358094882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her most recent trip to Costco, mrs. floporama picked up a new digital camera, the Panasonic TZ1.  At first, I was very skeptical since we already have a digital camera.  At first I was skeptical since looking at the very base specs, the camera is fairly similar to our current model.  However, after playing around with the camera a little, I've discovered that I really like the new one--or at least my initial impressions are very favorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I like:&lt;br /&gt;Image quality:  if you compare the average picture from this camera to our other current 5 megapixel camera, the difference is astounding.  The Panasonic has a Leica lens and I think between the better quality lens and digital sensor, it really makes for a much higher quality image.  It also has a 10x optical zoom, allowing you to get ridiculously close in on your subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a little heft to it:  The size is a little larger than most new cameras in the same megapixel/price range, but there is nothing wrong with that.  It does make it a little heavier and harder to carry around, but this is about the same size as most film point-and-shoot cameras from the early 1990's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customization:  There are two different scene settings on the dial.  You can set each of these to whatever settings you'd like and then shoot away to your hearts content.  Each setting comes with recommended usage and techniques, but these can then be further refined through menus.  In all honesty, I probably will never personalize the settings much, but with so many options for each scene mode, I'm not sure a casual user like me would really have much need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed:  On our other camera, you would press the button and wait up to a second while it decided how badly it wanted to take your picture for you.  Then, you would wait another 2-3 seconds for it to save to the memory card.  When you press the button on the Panasonic, it quickly focuses and takes the picture.  I have no desire to actually time the difference, but it is very noticeable.  Then, the Panasonic quickly saves the image to the memory card and you are ready to go again.  I would say that using the same memory card, the panasonic can save the picture in less than a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optical Image Stabilization:  This could be my very favorite feature of the camera.  At full zoom (10x optical), the OIS system makes it hard to take a shaky picture.  As you can see from the duck picture, between the autofocus and the OIS, it's very easy to make things look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only real beefs with the camera?  It takes a proprietary rechargeable battery rather than AA's and because of its huge lens, it requires a lens cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Sam's working on doing some actual prints in various sizes to see how good the images look once you get them on paper, but my initial reaction on this camera is "Wow!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405247945386287443-8887817431107220721?l=floporama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/feeds/8887817431107220721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405247945386287443&amp;postID=8887817431107220721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8887817431107220721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405247945386287443/posts/default/8887817431107220721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floporama.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-camera.html' title='New Camera'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVrae5qDd14/RgQO9nt5ZCI/AAAAAAAAABg/pv9R-VWZaFU/s72-c/P1000043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
