tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31747297793446748882011-04-21T15:20:57.065-07:00Not What You ExpectKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540518159861325496noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174729779344674888.post-2053996067269735932009-02-22T14:21:00.000-08:002009-02-22T14:23:18.219-08:00Step it up<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1683225&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1683225&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>There ya go Jill.<br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/1683225">Blink 182 - Online Songs Kinetic Typography</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user730840">Gerardo Flores Torres</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174729779344674888-205399606726973593?l=distractionfromreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540518159861325496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174729779344674888.post-55888704387380745702009-02-13T15:06:00.000-08:002009-02-13T15:21:22.387-08:00Questions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Qkf2doWmQk/SZX-SHJ7lVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Kj9gCGxTtDg/s1600-h/questions.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Qkf2doWmQk/SZX-SHJ7lVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Kj9gCGxTtDg/s320/questions.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302423723410429266" border="0" /></a>There are many times when I'm thinking to myself, pondering questions. If someone answered 100 questions of mine a day, I'd still have more to ask.<br /><br />Some questions hold more weight than others. What is the meaning of life? What is love? Why are we here?Where do babies come from? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?<br /><br />Instead of pondering and struggling with many of those questions, I'll skip right to the important one. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? This question has been debated over the years. Foxes, turtles, and owls have all been asked this question. No one has the patience to lick all the way to the center, let alone count them.<br /><br />I wish that I could get answers to some of the questions I have, it feels like it would ease a lot of frustration and confusion. Then again, maybe I don't want to hear the answers. Perhaps ignorance is bliss. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? The world may never know.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174729779344674888-5588870438738074570?l=distractionfromreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540518159861325496noreply@blogger.com2