<?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-7339146068743179553</id><updated>2011-09-22T14:41:15.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skips' Very First Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-2702962298795000696</id><published>2009-05-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:55:56.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4482401&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4482401&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4482401"&gt;Blog #13&lt;/a&gt; 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from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1103282"&gt;Skip Arnold&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3474735770341233554?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3474735770341233554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3474735770341233554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3474735770341233554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3474735770341233554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-8.html' title='Blog #8'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-4136392454600580101</id><published>2009-02-17T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:11:42.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3258646&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3258646&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3258646"&gt;Blog #7&lt;/a&gt; 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from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1103282"&gt;Skip Arnold&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8543733824313274905?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8543733824313274905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8543733824313274905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8543733824313274905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8543733824313274905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-6.html' title='Blog #6'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7085910389690422336</id><published>2009-02-02T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:55:53.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3059488&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3059488&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3059488"&gt;Blog #5&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1103282"&gt;Skip Arnold&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7085910389690422336?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7085910389690422336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7085910389690422336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7085910389690422336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7085910389690422336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-5.html' title='Blog #5'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1018985028045085446</id><published>2009-01-27T02:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:38:38.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2977174&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2977174&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2977174"&gt;Blog #4&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1103282"&gt;Skip Arnold&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1018985028045085446?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1018985028045085446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1018985028045085446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1018985028045085446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1018985028045085446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-4.html' title='BLOG #4'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7495441386944787849</id><published>2009-01-20T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:06:00.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2888672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2888672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;BLOG #3&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1103282"&gt;Skip Arnold&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7495441386944787849?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7495441386944787849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7495441386944787849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7495441386944787849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7495441386944787849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-3.html' title='BLOG # 3'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6999165509940294654</id><published>2009-01-12T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:40:17.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDEO BLOG #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2805046&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2805046&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2805046"&gt;BLOG #2&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1103282"&gt;Skip Arnold&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6999165509940294654?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6999165509940294654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6999165509940294654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6999165509940294654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6999165509940294654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2009/01/video-blog-2.html' title='VIDEO BLOG #2'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3083803825926028159</id><published>2009-01-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:37:14.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/9/08 - 01/04/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2732689&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2732689&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2732689"&gt;BLOG #1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1103282"&gt;Skip Arnold&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3083803825926028159?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3083803825926028159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3083803825926028159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3083803825926028159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3083803825926028159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2009/01/12908-010409.html' title='12/9/08 - 01/04/09'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-4129503047426608272</id><published>2008-10-14T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:47:25.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LAST BLOG..... for now</title><content type='html'>So... Work has been super crazy and busy since we moved into our new office.  I have no internet time.  All work and  no play.  But I guess it is good for the advancement of my career...  My social life has been really busy as well.   My routine is as follows...  Go to work, Ride My Bike, Workout, GO out, come home late, and sleep.... repeat.  So, needless to say, i have little free time to waste away on the inetrweb....  goodbye for now. I shall miss you sweet blog of all that is bloggy.  over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-4129503047426608272?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/4129503047426608272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=4129503047426608272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4129503047426608272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4129503047426608272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-last-blog-for-now.html' title='MY LAST BLOG..... for now'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-2751939262745553320</id><published>2008-09-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:19:44.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAINS: The Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much time to type.  My internet privileges at work are becoming more sparse as I am required to do more work.  SO.  Quick Recap of the weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bike Riding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 99 Cent Store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- In and Out Burger with Tristan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Kellys Birthday Party in the Valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Some Twins Birthday Party in Silverlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Last Call at Little Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Transiberian with Natalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hang out with the Neighbors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Late Night Tacos with Phylecia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now at work waiting on Natalie to go see a screening of Towelhead.  Looks great!  I will let you know tomorrow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-2751939262745553320?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/2751939262745553320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=2751939262745553320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2751939262745553320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2751939262745553320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/trains-weekend-wrap-up.html' title='TRAINS: The Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-377778521766461432</id><published>2008-09-20T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:25:11.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are There Any Other Themes That I am Missing?</title><content type='html'> Thursday Night, I finally Went to go see Batman.  I picked up Jessica from Ketchup, headed over to the Grove, got some quick chipotle (yum!), and headed over to the theatre.  The lights started dimming, and we were the only ones in the theatre.  We thought we TRULY were the last people to see The Dark Knight.  But as the previews roll, more people show up.  Anyways, I am not going to review the movie.. It was hard for me to judge because somewhere around the 2nd hour at 1 in the morning, I became sleepy and dozed in and out of sleep.  It is quite difficult for me to do late night movies..haha.  All I thought is that it was a good film.  Not INCREDIBLE , as it was hyped up to be.  Maybe, I should have seen it before the hype.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday after work, Natalie and I went to a Screening of Appaloosa .  I really enjoyed this one.  I am normally not huge into westerns, but recently I have seen some that I quite like.  The cast was great.  Renee Zelwegger looked scary as shit!  The story was cool. Overall a pleasurable move watching experience.  Afterwards there was a Q and A with writer/director/star Ed Harris.  The Moderator for the Q and A was so awful that he made the whole process awkward for the entire theater.  When the audience was asking questions, it kind of reminded me of the idiots in film school who would try to show off their knowledge by trying to make points and ask "intelligent" questions, but always ended up looked like a complete tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Movie, I headed over to the Red House.. hung out.  Went to Little Joy... Hung out.  Drove Through Mc Donalds.. watched some Simpsons, and passed out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-377778521766461432?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/377778521766461432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=377778521766461432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/377778521766461432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/377778521766461432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-there-any-other-themes-that-i-am.html' title='Are There Any Other Themes That I am Missing?'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-4116381410418542230</id><published>2008-09-18T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:13:10.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna BATMAN</title><content type='html'>So, here I wait.  Patiently.  Tonight I am going on a Batman date with Jessica. Neither one of us has yet to see Batman ( I know, what the hell has taken so long?)  So, we are going to go, and go BIG.  IMAX baby.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost forgot to update today.  Apparently, there are some people who feel I spend a little too much time on the internet at work.  So I am trying to curve that problem.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was a weird one.  It was loud. and at points, Obnoxious .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night started with my friend Wendy (Whitney) calling me and surprising me with her presence in town for the evening.   I picked her up from her friends. Waited for about an hour to go out to Barrigans and eat dinner .. She got a headache, I took her home before the festivities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristan met at my place. Him, Myself and Joddee , preceded onto Barrigans.  With a Taco Bell stop on the way... haha.  Barrigans was cool.  Saw some of my new friends. And my friend Thessa and her friends joined us for the evening as well.  I had a margarita. A frozen one.  They told me Frozen Margaritas were for "Pussies".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Barrigans we went to Little Joy.  Here I saw Kim Gordon, of Sonic Youth.  She was a lil drunk it seems.  We  called it a night.  It was hard for me to deal with Obnoxious people acting Drunk.  That is correct.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cigarette.  Batman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  I am trying a more free style of writing. Adding Punctuation and capitalization where I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-4116381410418542230?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/4116381410418542230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=4116381410418542230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4116381410418542230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4116381410418542230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/nunna-nunna-nunna-nunna-nunna-nunna.html' title='Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna Nunna BATMAN'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8935650062070942872</id><published>2008-09-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:08:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Not to Die Like a Dog.</title><content type='html'>Last night was the Red House Cinema presentation of "O' Lucky Man."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Story of a young man trying to become a success in the United Kingdom during the early 70s.  I am not going to go into a lengthy review, but it was a great film.  At A running time of nearly 3 hours, it is not your typical comedic format.  And although, the film was lengthy, I cannot think of any moments I would have cut out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malcom McDowell plays the "title" character, Travis.  This film was released the same year as A Clockwork Orange.  Alan Price ( of Animals fame ) provides the soundtrack to the film, done in the style of a greek chorus.  At one point he becomes involved in the story crossing over the diegetic sound.  Actors show up throughout the film playing often times, multiple characters.  Even an instance of an actor playing another characters entirely in black face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The film was quite humorous.  It reminded me a lot of the film/musical How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.  Of Course, sans musical numbers... Although the film did incorporate Price's music quite nicely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend this one, pretty much for any filmgoer.  Just make sure to take breaks if you are known to become antsy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8935650062070942872?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8935650062070942872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8935650062070942872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8935650062070942872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8935650062070942872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/try-not-to-die-like-dog.html' title='Try Not to Die Like a Dog.'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8105493436553272734</id><published>2008-09-16T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:17:29.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dooooooon't Smile</title><content type='html'>I talked to my mom yesterday.  Apparently Galveston is completely demolished.  She has currently re located to Corpus Christi for the time being.  It seems like its just one bad thing after another for her.   Her city was destroyed by a hurricane, her phone fried while lost on the way to Corpus, and her TV blew up at her hotel.  It reminds me of the scene in Amazon Women on the Moon, during Arsenio Hall's sketch, where awful, yet funny, shit keeps happening to him.   Its not really that funny when it happens to my mom though... She does not know when or if she can return home... if there is a home to return to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie took me to this really sweet store yesterday, that is stocked full of American Apperal clothing for super cheap!  I got a t-shirt, 3 really nice cardigan jacket thingies, and a t-shirt hoodie, for around 1/5 ( maybe even 1/6) of what it would normally cost!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we went to the Apple store, Jamba Juice, Best Buy, Target. Basically made a giant square around town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My buddy Matt was playing a show at the Crane Tavern.  He said he was to play around 9:30.  So we get there at 9.  Its a really cool place, that I never even knew existed.  AND, to top off the beautiful patio and pleasant atmosphere, they have 1 dollar beers from 9 - 10 !  This is a great place to grab a drink before the night "officially" begins.  They also have free, live music the majority of the week!  Hoo-rah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Matt does not play at 9:30...he does not play at 10....he does no play at 10:30.....he does not play at 11..... he FINALLY gets the show on the road at 11:30!  So we were basically there for 2 and a half hours, before any excitement began.  But, its ok.  Matt was REALLY AWESOME!  He is a great songwriter, and I look forward to seeing the full band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really Fun day/night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling this week is going to be filled to the brim with good times :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8105493436553272734?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8105493436553272734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8105493436553272734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8105493436553272734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8105493436553272734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/dooooooont-smile.html' title='Dooooooon&apos;t Smile'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6409552273534358199</id><published>2008-09-15T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:20:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Probably Not From Kids:  The Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>I jammed a lot into this weekend... so without further hesitations , This weekends shirt list!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Left work early for Milo and Lucas Wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fantastic Wedding at the Figuroa Hotel.  Morocan themed, with Beautiful decor, food, and people! Also, a hoot watchinf Tristan lead the ceremony &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Little Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bike Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Put together my Rowing Machine ( its a little squeaky...got to figure out how to fix that...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- TRS Show @ the Henry Fonda w/ Blake and Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hang out with TRS guys after the show @ Tinys and Late dinner at Cafe 101 ( a game of Musical tables, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pineapple Express at the Dollar Movie with Natalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ASSSSSSCAT with Natalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mc Donalds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hang outage @ Tristan's with the Portland folk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that about sums it up.  Without all the glamorous details, of course...ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6409552273534358199?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6409552273534358199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6409552273534358199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6409552273534358199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6409552273534358199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-probably-not-from-kids-weekend.html' title='This is Probably Not From Kids:  The Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6163591391800153748</id><published>2008-09-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:48:44.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You. Oh You. When You Do Those Things You Do.</title><content type='html'>What a fun night.  I broke through my sickness to travel outside of Los Angeles County for the first time since I moved here.  My friends The Rocket Summer, were playing a show in Anaheim. I was on the guest list and I did not have to drive.  The perfect combination for attending a musical event.  So, I traveled across city lines with Jodee, Ashli, Jessica, Kitty, and Kelly.  Yes, A car full of young ladies and myself.  I did not freak out, I just relaxed and zoned out when the "milk fest" ( I was informed of the phrase last night), got too hormonal. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, after about half an hour in the car.. we arrive at The Grove in Anaheim.  Located right next to Angel Stadium.  The Grove in Anaheim is not a mall, like the one we have on Fairfax and 3rd, but a HUGE music complex.  Walking into the venue, I made a comment on how I felt the venue was too big for the band.  Later on, Bryce made the same comment.  There were a good amount of people... maybe close to a 1000.  But, the venue mitigated the crowed of Tweens and Teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We arrived in time to watch The Secret Handshake. An acquaintance of mine from Dallas.  Then went outside to have a smoke, and met up with Seth.  Seth and I ended up talking outside through Phantom Planets set, so I missed them.  It was getting close for the time for TRS to play.  So , Seth invited me on stage to watch the show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Looking out at the sea of faces from the side of the stage made me miss playing music more than anything thus far.  I think the hardest part about playing music in LA is having a practice space.  Few people have homes to practice in, and you cant very well practice in apartments.  Practice spaces are expensive.  As, soon as I have an available place to play music.. I would love to take hold of that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the show, Ashli had the bright idea to go to Sonic for a late dinner.  I have not seen a Sonic since I have moved out here, and was gung ho. The waitress informed us that the Sonic we were eating at was the ONLY ONE in California.  She mentioned there were at one point 3 Sonics, but the other two had burned down... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We drove back to LA, and I went to bed.  I would like to thank everyone who made last night such a great evening.  I am also excited to get to hang out with TRS guys on Saturday!  This time in my neck of the woods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I am going to Milos' wedding.  Which means I get to dress up AND leave work early! Good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6163591391800153748?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6163591391800153748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6163591391800153748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6163591391800153748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6163591391800153748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-oh-you-when-you-do-those-things-you.html' title='You. Oh You. When You Do Those Things You Do.'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1133962001303194815</id><published>2008-09-11T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:24:19.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets SKIP the introduction ....</title><content type='html'>I must muster up enough strength to type this entry.  I am sickly, and there are a number of sources who may of caused me this grief.  I have been drinking plenty of OJ at work, and eating fruit ( is fig newton a fruit?).   I was just mentioning the other day to someone, how rarely I get sick.  I forgot to find some wood in the surrounding area... Now that I think about it, I only blame myself..and superstitions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So despite my sickness last night.  I felt the necessity to work out.  So after work, I went on my hour long bike ride, and came home to my Yoga Ball exercise routine.  I bet that kind of stress is probably not good for me at the moment.  Oh well. wah wah waahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Night was Barrigans Night.  It was especially special since Sarah and Jacob are in town from Portland.  It was really nice to see them.  I had only met Jacob once previously. But I remember thinking he was a great guy.  So, we crammed about 10 people into a 5 person booth, and enjoyed some cheap margaritas..  Naturally Lil Joy and Short Stop followed.  An Odd girl at the Short Stop approached me, a little flirtatious , and for some reason, would not stop using puns when she spoke!  Anyways, I was feeling a little "not so great", so I called the night at 1, and came home to a delicious sandwich and Willy Wonka, and Sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Rowing Machine is supposed to arrive today! Hooray!  Give me 6 weeks, and I will be in the best shape of my life! Sans smoking and taco bell....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1133962001303194815?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1133962001303194815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1133962001303194815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1133962001303194815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1133962001303194815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-skip-introduction.html' title='Lets SKIP the introduction ....'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7269757892474343320</id><published>2008-09-10T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:22:54.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SMf0DqMQtSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u1WoAZFN4SE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SMf0DqMQtSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u1WoAZFN4SE/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244428634798732578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing t0o eventful to talk about.  I took it east last night.  Had Pizza and Crazy Bread with Kim, went home, and fell asleep around 10.  Which is GREAT!  Because, I am a little sickly, and some good ol' fashioned sleep, was totally called for.  A Busy week begins Tonight.  And, Sarah comes in town today, so I am happy to see her :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pbfs2lYM2sQ"&gt;MUSTACHE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7269757892474343320?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7269757892474343320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7269757892474343320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7269757892474343320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7269757892474343320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/mustache.html' title='Mustache'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SMf0DqMQtSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u1WoAZFN4SE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6234858842354792864</id><published>2008-09-09T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:30:35.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sweet Butterfly</title><content type='html'>I am starting to get sick.  Everyone around me has been sick, or is getting sick.  I mocked them for being sick.  It's all relative.  It mocks me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to Spaceland with Neal for the Residency show.  Still Dios Malos, and still a great band.  One of the bands opening up was a band I really enjoy but have never had the privilege to see, The Radar Bros.  Beautiful music, but it was hard to stay focused with the jackasses ballroom dancing in front of me.  Seriously.. Handlebar Mustache and Eye liner, with a Womans Sparkly Sweater circa 1986? laaaaaaame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is movie night at Neals.  I would like to go, but I also feel I should have a night in.  I have a long week/weekend. And, with my verge of sickness.. it would probably be best I stay home and do laundry, and rest up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cough, Cough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6234858842354792864?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6234858842354792864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6234858842354792864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6234858842354792864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6234858842354792864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-sweet-butterfly.html' title='Hello Sweet Butterfly'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-410749898090584267</id><published>2008-09-08T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:23:28.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ever Meet Forest Whitaker, I am SCREWED : The Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>Well, I am currently typing this from the NEW Chainsaw offices, located in Hollywood, California.  Today is my first day at the new building...  Pretty uneventful thus far.  But, The building is way cool!  And I have a desk! Hooray!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, quick re-cap of this weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kim came by and picked up the rest of her stuff from the apartment.  It wasn't bad at all. In fact we had Taco Bell, and I helped her move her things into the new place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Met the gang at Little Joy, I did not want to stay long since i was to help Kim pick up some shelves in the morning.  So let early and called it a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Woken up by the neighbors @ 5 am, to have a cigarette with them downstairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Back to Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Help Kim pick up Sheleves/ Go to Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lesbian House Warming in Long Beach w/ Christina.  Very Fancy and a lot of Good Fancy Food. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dinner @ El Coyote w/ Jason, Tristan, Stacy, and Raquel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- AJ's Birthday Pajama Party Extravaganza w/ Jason, Tristan , and Heather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bike Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- CJ's Standup Comedy Show @ Vinotech w/ Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hang Out Sesh/ Pizza with Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel. Like I should be writing about my feelings and emotions in this thing.  It is pretty dull as is.  But, I gues thoe whole purpose for starting this BLOG is to recall when I do on a daily basis.  Seeing, that my memory is so terrible.  But, I feel like my feelings and emotions should be incorporated into my daily remembrance.   Then, again, I do not know how comfortable I feel sharing my true thoughts and feelings in the public....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-410749898090584267?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/410749898090584267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=410749898090584267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/410749898090584267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/410749898090584267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-ever-meet-forest-whitaker-i-am.html' title='If I ever Meet Forest Whitaker, I am SCREWED : The Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-2631126248706864029</id><published>2008-09-05T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:00:22.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Isn't Worth 10 Dollars...</title><content type='html'>I feel so refreshed today.  I was home by 12:30 last night, and asleep by 1.  Its odd to call that early, but it felt great!  I am alive again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Myself, Tristan, Corrine, Joddee, and Paulene went out to eat at one of my favorite LA restaurants, Bossa Nova.  I had my usual.  A burrito only comparable to the glory that is a chipotle burrito.  Unfortunately, last night, the Burrito was not prepared with the most care, and we had separation between the chicken and the rest of the elements. I perfer my Burrito, shaken.. not stirred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Dinner we headed over to Neals, for a re-scheduled movie night.  Last nights screening was Faster Pussycat, Kill Kill.  It was a very fun movie!  Well, at least from what I saw of it.  I kind of kept falling asleep throughout the feature.  I put the blame on the great outdoors, and the food in my gut.  After we hopped across the street to Joy, where we stayed only for a moment.  Everyone was tired, and we needed a good night of sleep for the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think today is our last day of work at the old office. Next week we will be heading down the block to our new location.  I will miss this building.  The new building is pretty awesome as well, but this one has more Plasma TVs... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been totally thrown off  by Labor Day.  I feel a day behind real time.  But its Friday! and there are some fun things going on this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  I decided today I am going to be a poet. look forward to my work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-2631126248706864029?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/2631126248706864029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=2631126248706864029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2631126248706864029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2631126248706864029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-isnt-worth-10-dollars.html' title='This Isn&apos;t Worth 10 Dollars...'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3246582745492419049</id><published>2008-09-04T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:08:30.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustache: Gone, But Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SMARy7iklGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OIiXJ_n-rjg/s1600-h/Mustacheless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SMARy7iklGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OIiXJ_n-rjg/s320/Mustacheless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242209532933084258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUSTACHE 2008-2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lets all have a silent moment in remembrance of my mustache.  He wasn't the strongest of mustaches. Maybe, some would not even quite call it a mustache. Those would tease and call him names such as "scum-stache" or "molest-stache".  But, he was never phased by such mockery.  He grew strong and proud.  Unfortunately, his time came too early, and now he is gone.  But the mustaches lasting impression will be emplazed in our hearts and souls 4ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We mustn't hang out heads in sorrow.  We mustn't shed a tear.  For this face believes in resurrection!  This face will not forget!  This face will force a growth bigger, faster, and stronger.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although my nationality was constantly questioned, kisses made awkward, and my age progressed, these are not reasons for execution. I apologize to you, my mustache.  I forward it to a moment of weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Need not be necessary to wait and see you again.  I am patient, and will watch you grow with every new day.  A lesson was learned.  It is not forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mustache.  This is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3246582745492419049?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3246582745492419049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3246582745492419049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3246582745492419049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3246582745492419049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/mustache-gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Mustache: Gone, But Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SMARy7iklGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OIiXJ_n-rjg/s72-c/Mustacheless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-2621704189856274563</id><published>2008-09-03T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:09:40.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All The Lightning Rods</title><content type='html'>Centro-Matic ( one of my favorite bands of all time ) was in town last night, playing at Spaceland.  And, guess what blogger was in attendance.... ME!  Centro side project South San Gabriel opened up the show, and it was simply beautiful.  I am so glad they chose to open the show with the side project. It is pretty much the equivalent of getting to see Centro-Matic twice!  After SSG, Jim Ward's (At The Drive In, Sparta) new band played.  I was in the back room smoking and talking to friends, so I missed their entire set.  I did not really have a desire to see them anyways... haha.   Finally it was time for Centro-Matic. Amazing show like always.  They played songs spanning almost all their previous albums.   It was very comforting to see them.  I just wish there was a bigger audience to support this awesome band!  Thank you Centro-Matic for making my week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-2621704189856274563?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/2621704189856274563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=2621704189856274563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2621704189856274563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2621704189856274563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/calling-all-lightning-rods.html' title='Calling All The Lightning Rods'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3902408480717086142</id><published>2008-09-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:24:41.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles Bunny Ranch Pub Crawl :  The Weekend Wrap Up  ( Labor Day Edition )</title><content type='html'>I hate beginning every entry with how exhausted I am .  So, I am going to begin todays Blog with a Children's Joke ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Did the Chewing Gum say to the Shoe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I'm stuck on you "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah wah waaaaaaaaaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this weekend was NUTS.  I wish I had the motivation to type in detail about the weekends festivities, but instead I will do a short sentence wrap up.  Some parts are a little hazy, mainly due to my present exhaustion, and my ever lasting bad memory.  But feel free to ask for the details... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Don't Really Remember where the night began...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Met up with some peeps at the Red House, and proceeded to do the usual... Little Joy ( which by the way, just found out, the drummer from the Strokes named his new band after this hole in the wall establishment.  Thanks Entertainment Weekly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Met Some Girls, and Went with them to an After Party when the bar closed.  It was a beautiful house in Echo Park,  With an amazing back yard patio.  We then through around the idea of hitting up an "after" after party in the hills, but it was already 4am at this point, and way passed my bed time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Super Long Night. Over.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hung out with Christina.  Went to the Bike Shop and replaced my rear wheel.  Ate some McDonchers. Went to Buffalo and visited Tristan.  Watched some TV.  Then Christina headed back to the OC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Met up with Tristan after he got out of work, and we went an ate at Happy Toms.  Both our first experience at Happy Toms, and both of us ate with approval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(at this point, I am checking my text log to refresh my memory of where the night took us... Just realized, That the end of FRIDAYS entry was actually what I did SATURDAY entry... So Move it to here ---&gt; ... Now I cant recall what I did Friday night.. Curse my terrible memory! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cleaned Around the House &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Met with Lauren to pick up some of her belongings, and switch Cars back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hung around the house for a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went to Cha Cha / Little Joy ( where I ran into a waitress, who I noticed at some Nike after party, a little while ago.. Spent most of the night talking to her.  We then proceeded to the Grocery Store after the Bar closed, proceeded to have some late night snackage consisting of pizza rolls and peanut butter cup ice cream.  The Sun was up, so she left and I slept.  Going to sleep with the sun already out, is the worst feeling in the world! by the way.. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MONDAY (Labor Day):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  BBQ @ Neals (delicious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- BBQ @ Chelsea and Leigha's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Spaceland for a short amount of time. Caught some of Dios Malos, pretty good man, if I do say so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- met the neighbors and Jared Paul at some  "private party" at a pretty lame bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Met up with Just Long, Har Mar Superstar, and Kear O'Donnel at Good Luck.  There was this dude sitting with us who looked familiar. From some band, but I could not recall...then I saw Karen O' and I realized that it was the Yeah Yeah Yeahs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Got a text from a dude that he was having people over at his place in the Hills, so after the bar closed, The Neighbors, Justin, Har Mar, and Kear and myself headed over to the after party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stayed out too late, and am now too sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That about wraps it up! Tonight Centro-Matic is playing at Spaceland.  I really wanna go, and probably will! Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3902408480717086142?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3902408480717086142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3902408480717086142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3902408480717086142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3902408480717086142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/09/los-angeles-bunny-ranch-pub-crawl.html' title='Los Angeles Bunny Ranch Pub Crawl :  The Weekend Wrap Up  ( Labor Day Edition )'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-648713114186096712</id><published>2008-08-29T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:47:29.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is this a Strip Club?"</title><content type='html'>What a weird night.  We explored new grounds.  We explored uncharted territory.  We were K Town!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met at Tristans around nine.  Joddee, Myself, and Neal.  I was already getting way sleepy at this point, and the night had yet to begin.  If only I knew what was in store.... haha.  So, we decided to walk down to Frank N' Hanks (this was only our first walk of the bipedal evening).  The bar was reminiscent of what seemed to be  old school Hollywood .  Back from the era of Hollywood glamour.  It was small, and the dartboard and jukebox took up the majority of the room.  There we met Morgan, Ingrid, and Nicole .  While we were there, Joddee's friend, was kind enough to send us a pizza to the bar, from wherever he was at!  It was way rad!  Thank You to whoever you are... haha.  So we stay for a little bit, and walk towards some sea-themed Bar attached to a hotel ( I am not sure if it was a hotel or apartments, but definitely a hotel at some point in time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all agreed to walk there, not knowing how far the trek would be... We walk for about 15-20 minutes, and arrive at the deserted bar.  It was dead dead dead.  We had a drink and got out of there.  At this point it was already a weird vibe walking around K town dead on a Thursday night.  There were talks of Karaoke, but we opted to walk back to Tristans instead.. it was 1 and we had a 20 minute walk ahead of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the long walk back, the gang continued to get distracted, wanting to head into the shadiest of Bars.  The oddest one l was probably " Temptation: Bara Latina ", Which in fact was NOT a strip club, but some other hispanic dive.  Tristan described it best, as we walked in "it was like an old fashioned western, where everyone stops talking and stares at us as we walk through the saloon doors".  So, we got the hell out of there post haste. Made it back, went home, and went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, a very odd night.  I guess because we were away from the usual stomping ground.  The feelings linger on into today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-648713114186096712?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/648713114186096712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=648713114186096712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/648713114186096712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/648713114186096712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-this-strip-club.html' title='&quot;Is this a Strip Club?&quot;'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-394427126713614410</id><published>2008-08-28T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:33:50.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to Cats and Mice...</title><content type='html'>I start with work.  I never speak of work in my blog, because there is nothing really new and exciting to talk about.  But, Yesterday...oh dear, Yesterday....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I was promoted from a Production Assistant a couple months ago.  I was so relieved that I would never have to to PA work again... well at least at this job.  However, Yesterday, I was able to relive the PA experience with a shit ton of manual labor.  You see, we have been combining our 2 offices ( Hollywood and Santa Monica) into one Hollywood location.  So, owning a minivan, I was asked by one of the PA's to help move some Ikea furniture...but oh it was so much more.  I wont go into detail, but we did spend over 10 hours moving heavy boxes back and forth across town.  I thought that there would be no way to survive going out last night, after such heavy feats.  But, I mustard the strength and had a GREAT night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started the night out by meeting Tristan, Jason, Neal, and Chris at Barrigans.  This was probably the first Mens night out in a while, or the first one I can remember hanging out with "the group" .  We stayed at Barrigans for a while, enjoying the 2 buck Margaritas.  We spotted a couple girls who were really cute, but we were afraid to approach.  Tristan is usually a stong helper of introducing us to the opposite sex, and he tried.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we headed to the Gold Room for about 3 minutes.  Probably the cheesiest bar I have ever been to.  It was 1984 all over again.  And, I am pretty sure the cheese ball factor was not ironic. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, We head to Little Joy, and Jason and I spot the 2 respective girls we thought were cute.  It took a potential "gang war" outside, to initiate conversation.  So I introduced myself to the girls.  I think they were a little inebriated at this point. They were from Utah, and cute drunk.  Only problem is, they had guys barricading themselves around them.  I think they were in the friend zone, but the guys did not realize.  So Jason and I spend a good majority of the night trying to talk to the girls.  The guys were just putting on too much pressure, and made things too difficult to talk.  At the end of the night, I swapped numbers with the girls.  In their state of mind while under the influence,  writing down the phone number she added an extra digit. So, we left the bar with a 3 digit area code and an 8 digit phone number.  Hopefully they will be the ones calling me.... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man!  Cannot wait for the 3 day weekend! FAAAAAAAANTASTIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-394427126713614410?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/394427126713614410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=394427126713614410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/394427126713614410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/394427126713614410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-to-cats-and-mice.html' title='Oh to Cats and Mice...'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-2273464781627443426</id><published>2008-08-27T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:32:52.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUNNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I cut my hair.  Its short.  I look a little douchey .  See Myspace "2008" for a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night was movie night at The Red House.  The screening this week was Otto Preminger's "Bunny Lake is Missing".   The film revolves a brother and sister in search of the sister's 4 year old daughter, Bunny, after she disappears from school.  The investigators question if Bunny is real or a figment of the sisters imagination.  The film is from 1965, and was pretty advanced for its time.  It dealt with some heavy subject matter.  The running time could have been trimmed by 15 - 20 min.  A lot of unnecessary content.  But, over all a good film.  The are re-making "Bunny" in 2009.  I think the premise is payed out by more recent films such as "Flightplan" with Jodie Foster.  As well, as that other film where all the children in the world go missing.  I remember aliens being involved in that one, or some shit like that. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie,a group of us headed across the street to Little Joy to hang for a bit.  Tristan was convinced it was gay night.  I denied it at first, but as he pointed out the bar patrons, I could see he was right.    How odd of Little Joy to have a gay night, whether it be official, or un-official.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I really want to get my rower, since I did not last night.  It is also Barrigans Night, and we may venture to the Gold Room.  Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-2273464781627443426?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/2273464781627443426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=2273464781627443426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2273464781627443426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2273464781627443426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/bunny.html' title='BUNNY'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8305556919646985969</id><published>2008-08-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:29:30.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Row Row Row</title><content type='html'>Not much to write home about.  Last night I went to Spaceland.  I caught an acoustic act who was pretty good, but ended on a lousy note with a dumb song about Pirates. haha.  I ran into my friend Summer.  It was good seeing her, and I wish I saw her more often.  I stayed for an hour or so before it started getting fuller.  Then I was off to meet Tristan at Little Joy.  Heading out of Spaceland I saw Blake Sennett (Rilo Kiley, The Elected) hanging out by himself, sans Wynonna Rider.  I was then informed they broke up last week.  Which means she is available.......haha.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Tristan, hung out at Little Joy for a lil' bit. Headed over to Short Stop for a smoke, and called it a night.  A pretty un productive evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided I want to get a rowing machine.  It is supposed to be an awesome full body workout.  I have always enjoyed using those, and it is something I can use for longs amount of time while watching TV or a movie.  The rowing machine reminds me of my Dad.  I remember him getting one when I was young, that I loved playing on , and he never used. haha.  I have been on an exercise kick, and I am doing pretty well.  I use one of those giant workout ball things daily, and am using CJ's perfect pushups.  Plus, the cardio from my bike riding is good .  A Rowing machine will be a welcome addition, and I know I would use it every day after work.  Thats what is cool.  I have reached the point in my workout, where I do it everyday, without having to push things out of the way.  It is now routine. SO, maybe I will check out my rowing options at Sports Authority or some place tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my rowing mission, it is movie night at Neals. Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8305556919646985969?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8305556919646985969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8305556919646985969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8305556919646985969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8305556919646985969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/row-row-row.html' title='Row Row Row'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-4920483017384785883</id><published>2008-08-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:45:51.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is Your Name Jasepy?"  The Weekend Wrap UP</title><content type='html'>Somebody stole the bike light and left handlebar off my cruiser.  What is somebody going to do with my bikes left handle bar?  What an idiot... ANYWAYS, I had a very long and eventful weekend!  Time to wrap it up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hung out with Lauren, Tristan, Neal, Neals' Friend, Jodee, Ingrid, and Ingrids friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Checked-out the neighborhood Bar a block over from my place.  It was really nice and low lit. And oddity in the neighborhood.  We did not learn to much from it, except that it was called "Temporary Spaces" and maybe has potential to be cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We Headed downtown to Bar 107, stayed briefly, then decided to leave downtown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hit up the Little Joy and Short Stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ate a very Very late dinner @ Freds in Los Feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hung out with Christina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  Took my Bike in the shop ( already broken) :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ate Taco Bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Watched some AFV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Did some Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ate at the most open and spacious BK Lounge of alllll time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went to a BBQ/Show at some DIY venue, that was TOTTTALY AWESOME!  I would love to book some shows there, just because the place was so rad.  Favorite place to see music thus far in L.A. It also really really made me want to play music again.  Look for that soon? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Little Joy/ Short Stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Neals' Fantastic Party! (Pictures on Myspace)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dollar Movie with Lauren (The Visitor.  Not so great) ( Oh yeah, there was also a terrible, laughable,  and super long commercial at the the theatre for the army featuring Kidd Rock. Try to find it on youtube if you can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- UCB Theater for the Rock N' Roll Performance of ASSSSSSCAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sandwich supplies at the Grocery Store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Last Comic Standing with CJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was never ending, and it was fantastic!  I had fun with everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-4920483017384785883?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/4920483017384785883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=4920483017384785883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4920483017384785883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4920483017384785883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-your-name-jasepy-weekend-wrap-up.html' title='&quot;Is Your Name Jasepy?&quot;  The Weekend Wrap UP'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8308924865080548632</id><published>2008-08-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:43:34.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We Were Epic"</title><content type='html'>I had no desire to go out last night.  But, as I was leaving work my friend Abby called.  She is in town with her boyfriend, and I had not seen her in forever.  So, naturally I wanted to take them out and show them a good time!  You know.. show dem da hood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started the night off at The Cha Cha.  Well, it was Tristan, his roommate, and Jodee.  Tristan ran into one of his friends Molly.  I recognized Molly right away.  If you are at all familiar with the &lt;a href="http://defamer.com/"&gt;Defamer&lt;/a&gt; website, you know Molly as the girl who makes the "to do" videos.  Anyways, she was really cool, and her "husband"  very nice as well.  Abby and Brandon arrived at the Cha Cha, and a line had formed at this point. So rather than have them wait, we headed over to Little Joy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great getting to hang out with Abby.  It has been a while since I have seen her, and she has become a very sweet girl.  First time meeting Brandon, but he is a good guy as well.  SO, we hung out there for a lil' bit, then made out way to short stop for a drink.  I have been To Little Joy the past 3 nights in a row.  Feels like I am finding a cozy spot in this town. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was getting late, and we decided to call it a night.  I am sure I will be seeing Abby and Brandon either tonight, or tomorrow for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the by.... Party at the Red House tomorrow! Let me know if you want in on the deets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8308924865080548632?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8308924865080548632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8308924865080548632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8308924865080548632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8308924865080548632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-were-epic.html' title='&quot;We Were Epic&quot;'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3646800076653326315</id><published>2008-08-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:12:42.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think you are pretty cute"</title><content type='html'>Big day for Technology and myself!  Yesterday after work, I headed to the Apple store over at the Grove. YES.  It was time for me to make the leap to ... the.... Iphone.  So far it is WAY awesome, and all the fun is coming from setting it up still.  I will spend a good portion of the day entering phone numbers and putting apps on my phone.  Hoorah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the Grove there was a big stage set up for some sort of event.  As I was walking around , I saw some signs informing me who was performing.  None other than The Temptations!  Well actually, I think they are all dead except for one. But HE was there, with an all new Temptations back up band.  I stayed for a couple songs, then It was time for me to meet everyone at Barrigans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barrigans was a good time.  Wednesday nights are cheap margarita nights.  Our table of 6 was drinking all night, and the tab only came to 26 bucks.  Pretty incredible. haha.  I ran into the cute girl who I made a "plan" to "run into" this week.  Tristans' sister and her friend, preceded to get incredibly intoxicated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Barrigans, we headed over to Little Joy for 2 seconds.  Tristans sister and her friend could not get in because they were under age.  So we headed over across the streets to Neals to hang out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was cool. We all got on the roof, and had a great view of Echo Park.  Tristans sister revealed to me in a drunken stupor  that she thought I was cute, and kept leaning on me.  It was kind of funny. And I kept thinking that her friend was going to fall off the roof. Oh to be young again. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. time to play with the iphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3646800076653326315?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3646800076653326315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3646800076653326315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3646800076653326315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3646800076653326315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-you-are-pretty-cute.html' title='&quot;I think you are pretty cute&quot;'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-2094528656422018103</id><published>2008-08-20T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:45:34.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhhh man.</title><content type='html'>I am typing this with 2 and a half hours of sleep on my back.  I was pretty dumb last night.  But, let me start from the beginning... ( wavey motion effects)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was movie night over at Neals.  He has a fantastic setup in his backyard.  It contains, A movie screen, sound system, couches, chairs, hay, benches, all amongst other things to sit on.  Last night Neal showed Scorseses' "After Hours".  I took a class in college teaching strictly the films of Martin Scorsese, and After Hours was one that I had missed.  There were between 10-15 people at the screening. And,  Let me tell you, After Hours is a fantastic film!  I was so impressed.  Probably one of my favorite Scorsese films, even after my initial screening.  It was quirky, dark, funny, uncomfortable, exhausting.  If you have not seen this move.  See it NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we headed over to the Short Stop for a little bit.  Did a little bit of dancing, a little bit of hanging, and took off to go to Little Joy.  Hung out at Little Joy for a while.  Met up with Tristans' sister, and her friend.  Christina gave me a pair of pants (Thanks Christina!). And that was about the extent of it.  I was overly exhausted and could not wait to crawl into my bed.  After Hours, made this ever more desirable.  So I take off for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I reach the door to my apartment, I realize I am not wearing my keys around my neck . I also realize that my house key is in the apartment on my desk in the living room.  I am locked out of my house.  I Call CJ. Phone is Off.  I repeatedly call Chelsea. No Answer.  Its after 2am... what do I expect.  I can hear Roxie crying for her papa from the inside.  So, I call the neighbors to crash at their place.  They are out eating.  So I sneak into the apartment below me ( Its empty at the moment).  I weigh my options from their balcony.  No way I can get myself to out balcony.  So, I meet up with the neighbors at Kitchen 24.  Their first suggestion involved me getting onto the roof, and lowering myself onto the balcony.  I checked it out.  I would have to swing inwards, otherwise falling to my death. haha.  Maybe not that dramatic.  PLUS, I figure, if by some freak chance the balcony door was locked, I would be stranded.  I would be forced to leap from balcony to balcony like an ape man, most likely plunging to my death.  So I veto that idea.  Then Jodee has the brilliant idea of calling the apartment manager. DUH.  Why did I not do that in the first place?  I was afraid to wake her, but she is totally cool.  SO, I wake her up, get the extra key, and viola! I am in!  I was so freaking relieved.  I was smiling ear to ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am such a freak, and a little OCD, when it comes to having my keys, and locking myself out of places.  I cant believe I did that!  Needless to say, it was very late at this point. And it was very much time for bed. Lets see how fun work is today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-2094528656422018103?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/2094528656422018103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=2094528656422018103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2094528656422018103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2094528656422018103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohhhhhh-man.html' title='Ohhhhhh man.'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-9054658333807569532</id><published>2008-08-19T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:42:23.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is throwing sand out the window considered littering?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after work, I met up with Lauren to go ride bikes down to Buffalo Exchange.  I THOUGHT it was Tristans last day, so we went to go surprise him and celebrate. BUT, it was not Tristans last day.  Yet I still celebrated by getting a couple articles of clothing. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to Buffalo, the rear tire on my road bike got an awful flat.  I filled it up, to no avail, it was flat moments later. So, Lauren rode her bike home, got her car and picked me up from B.E.  Thank you LAUREN! You are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got ready to go out, and then we went to my place, and I got ready to go out. The we went to Spaceland.  Spaceland on mondays are usually a hit and miss.  Its a Hit earlier, and the atmosphere misses as it gets crowded and super hot.  Nothing like a room full o' sweaty hipsters!  We did catch a good band called The Drones, from Australia.  Kind of reminded me of Frog Eyes in a way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hot and crowded, so we decided to beat it.  On the way out, I was stopped by a cute girl with short hair.  She told me that she has seen me all over the place.  Her name is Kate, or Cate.  I must type this or I will forget it.  We made plans to run into each-other again. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe tonight shall be movie night at Neals, with a possible Little Joy afterwards.  Everyone is totally welcome to movie night by the way.  Its across the street from Little Joy, in the Red house, and Neal sets up a Movie Projector in the back yard, and there are couches and what not.  Tonights movie I believe is Scoresese's "After Hours". Starts at 9pm !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-9054658333807569532?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/9054658333807569532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=9054658333807569532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/9054658333807569532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/9054658333807569532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-throwing-sand-out-window-considered.html' title='Is throwing sand out the window considered littering?'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3026960815424103742</id><published>2008-08-18T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:34:24.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" I just felt uncomfortable" : The Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>It seems like the longest entries should come from the weekend.  This is where all the activity takes place!  Well technically 3 times the activity during an average post. As it spans a course of 3 days... I guess too much goes on to get into detail, and I am too lazy to type a lengthy post.  Hence, why I have the LIST.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So without further adieu ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystery of the Disappearing Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bike Riding to Neals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the Olympics covered in snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delicious Birthday Cake at Dana and Alex's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Neals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bike Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch @ Cliftons downtown ( TOTALLY AWESOME!) w/ Christina and her sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Joy/ Short Stop with Tristan (no Kirsten...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting a SUPER drunk Aunt and her Niece and taking them to a party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full Moon party in Los Feliz w/ Tristan and the Crazy Drunk lady and girl. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching The Office w/ Pauli and Jodee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to UCB theatre with Jodee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting a bunch of people at the Cha Cha after UCB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night McDonalds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, brings us to monday.  It was a looooong weekend, but a fun one!  I think I want to start doing a little acting again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3026960815424103742?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3026960815424103742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3026960815424103742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3026960815424103742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3026960815424103742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-felt-uncomfortable-weekend-wrap.html' title='&quot; I just felt uncomfortable&quot; : The Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1543367632296405641</id><published>2008-08-15T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:33:15.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Cute Noises When You Sleep</title><content type='html'>I am currently listening to the "Wood/Water" album from The Promise Ring.  This is one I had to dust off from the collection.  It is a simply outstanding record, and what an awesome note to leave on. I feel what SeaChange did for Beck, Wood/Water did for the Promise Ring.  Oh man, good memories are flooding :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Kam and Cassie came into town yesterday!  Kam had some friends drop her off at my work as I was getting off.  We head to my place for a lil bit, eat some mac and cheese, and head off to the airport to go pick up Cassie.  We head back to my place, and the girls get ready for an evening out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We make our way to Christina's place.  It was the last night of her LA residency ,  before she moves to the OC.  So, we meet Christina, Tristan, and Neal.  Drink a bit around the apartment, light some sparklers, and head over to the Cha Cha to begin the night. We hang out until midnight.  That is the moment we are supposed to be able to get in to La Cita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midnight strikes and we head downtown to La Cita.  If you have never been to La Cita, DONT GO. STAY AWAY from La Cita!  You have been warned!  It is some sort of club/bar, that is reminiscent of a dirty dirty mexican restaurant/flea market.  The people there were lame, it was packed, and left a gross feeling all around.  Needless to say it was getting late, and we leave early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played dad, and drove the girls through McDonchers for a late late dinner. We eat said meal, and promptly pass the fuck out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, my buddy Tony and I are supposed to take Kam and Cassie out on a "double date".  Should be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1543367632296405641?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1543367632296405641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1543367632296405641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1543367632296405641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1543367632296405641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-make-cute-noises-when-you-sleep.html' title='You Make Cute Noises When You Sleep'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1768268022273750186</id><published>2008-08-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:31:46.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick and Cheese Enchiladas: Liz's last night in Town</title><content type='html'>Last night was Liz's last night in town.  So, after work, Liz, Pauli ( my neighbor), and myself went to go eat at a pretty sweet mexican restaurant across from The Bright Spot, in echo park.  I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the restaurant.  But, for what it was, the atmosphere ( at least the outdoor portion), and the cuisine were mighty fine :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Dinner, the girls and I headed down the street to go meet some friends over at Barriagns for some 2.50 Margaritas.  This was my first time at Barrigans.  It was pretty rad.  Liz described it as a haunted mexican restaurant.  And, if you were ever curious were all the hispanic hipsters hang out in the the city.. go to Barrigans! haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a bummer Liz and I didn't get a change to go to the AA factory store.  She was going to let me use her discount!  Oh well, I probably don't need any more clothes at the moment anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Liz, left for the airport at 5:30 am.  Time for a new batch. haha.  I am so stoked that Kam is coming in town as I type this sentence out!  She is in mid route in an airplane high above.   She is meeting me here at work, and when I get off, we are heading over to Bob Hope Airport to pick up Cassie.  I get to hang out with these fine ladies until Monday!  Can't Wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1768268022273750186?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1768268022273750186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1768268022273750186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1768268022273750186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1768268022273750186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/chick-and-cheese-enchiladas-lizs-last.html' title='Chick and Cheese Enchiladas: Liz&apos;s last night in Town'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7017468680661821849</id><published>2008-08-13T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:41:38.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Dick</title><content type='html'>Last Night was CJ's big night.  It was his first time to perform stand up comedy, EVER!  It was over at the Hollywood Improv. So, After work, Liz came by to bring me my car, and we headed on over.  Let me start off by saying, how much I despise Hollywood/West Hollywood Bars and Clubs.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONS of HOLLYWOOD CLUBS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No Parking/Expensive Valet/Expensive Lots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cover to Get in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting in Line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Douchebaggy People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Expensive Drinks/Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Super Crowded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROS of HOLLYWOOD CLUBS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Can't really think of any at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, The Improv, is your typical Hollywood club, only in Comedy form. I was forced to buy 2 items against my will, even though I was not hungry or thirsty.  I can understand a minimum if it was a free show, but we had to buy tickets!  AND STILL, they force snacks and beverages upon us!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, I am getting off on a rant, and this is all besides the point.  CJ was AWESOME!  I was really nervous for him. But, He killed it!  I see A LOT of comedy out here, and by a lot, I mean at least twice a week.  He could easily fit in with any of the comedy shows I have been to.  I wish I could say the same for the rest of his class.  Nick M. was pretty good, but other than those 2, it was pretty weak.  No one really seemed nervous, their material was just not too strong.  But, Congratulations to CJ.  Hopefully this will be the start of some awesomeness in the comedy world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, Liz and I headed back to my place where we met Christina.  We went to go meet everyone from the comedy show over at Big Wangs.  But, being a Hollywood Bar, There was a long wait to get in, so we ditched the place.  We headed to the much more comforting, Cha Cha.  It was free foosball night.  I took on Liz and Christina by myself, and was not so great. haha. BUT, My friend Tony shows up, and we school them!  We defined foosball that night! .... Whatever that means, haha.  But, we were all tired so we did not stick around for too long.  Fun night for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is Liz's last night in town.  We may try to go to the AA Factory Store downtown, so I can use her discount! Hoo-rah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7017468680661821849?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7017468680661821849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7017468680661821849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7017468680661821849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7017468680661821849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/tick-dick.html' title='Tick Dick'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-9010632812526048688</id><published>2008-08-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:25:29.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Tits and Duck People</title><content type='html'>Last Night Liz and I went to the Residency night at Spaceland.  Megapuss ( Devandra Banhart's side project) was playing.  Usually Monday nights get fairly crowded, but last night was PACKED.  I think everyone wanted to see Devandra.  No Natalie sighting however. haha.  Their set was ok.  The Highlight was probably when Aziz ( Human Giant) got on stage and sang "Duck People".  We met Tristan there.  It was hard for me to concentrate on anything because I was so hungry the whole time.  And, I was very vocal about it. haha.  So After Megapuss, we meet up with Christina and Raquel outside, and decide to go grab a late dinner at the 101 Cafe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;101 was fantastic like usual.  Tristan insisted we order the Chocolate Waffle Ice Cream desert, since Liz was here on vacation.  So we did, and so we ate!  It was my first time to have it, and although I was utterly stuffed from my meal.  The Desert was mind numbingly good.  I sat for about 10 min, Spoon in hand, taking the tiniest of bites, unable to resist eating from the glorious mound of waffle, ice cream, and syrup.   We were all full and tired.  Everyone knew that they were going to sleep well that night. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight CJ performs Standup for the first time ever!  It's over at the Improv, and it will be a lot of fun.  I am kind of nervous for him.  I think stand up is probably the hardest of the performing arts.  Can't wait to see him kill! ( or bomb) either way is funny...haha.  Good Luck tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-9010632812526048688?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/9010632812526048688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=9010632812526048688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/9010632812526048688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/9010632812526048688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/chicken-tits-and-duck-people.html' title='Chicken Tits and Duck People'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6311093278825422317</id><published>2008-08-11T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:29:15.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All You can Eat Reeces  Peanut Butter Cups: The Weekend Wrap Up!</title><content type='html'>What an AMAZING weekend.  Pretty flawless if you ask me!  I could write an essay on how great this weekend was.  So, rather than write a lengthy article, I am going to hit you with the highlights!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 88 Boadrum show at La Brea Tarpits w/Lauren and Christina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Free Ice Cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Free Tacos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Norms Dinner w/ John, Zach H., and Johnathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Afterparty @ The Montalban w/ Open Bar, and All you can eat awesome snacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Taking John to LAX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bike Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Taking Lauren Out to Masa for her birthday dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Short Stop to celebrate Laurens Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Being Hit On by Kirsten Dunst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- CJ Locking himself out of his bedroom, and spiderman-ing out the bathroom window onto the balcony to get back in at 3 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bike Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ANOTHER Bike Ride/Lunch  with CJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cleaning the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Picking up Liz from LAX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  Hanging out with Paulene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, there are too many details to write out.  It would be the great american novel.  But, let me just say, that I could have not asked for a better weekend!  Simply Outstanding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6311093278825422317?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6311093278825422317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6311093278825422317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6311093278825422317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6311093278825422317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-you-can-eat-reeces-peanut-butter.html' title='All You can Eat Reeces  Peanut Butter Cups: The Weekend Wrap Up!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7109329893416026882</id><published>2008-08-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:26:06.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 Diamond Hotel</title><content type='html'>As I type this, my hands are overwhelmed by some sort of mad itching.  It appeared without warning, and I hope it realizes that it is unwelcome here.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, after work I headed strait to LAX to pick up my buddy John who is in town until Saturday afternoon.  Its a short visit, but its awesome to have him in town again!  After the airport we headed to my Uncles hotel, over in Glendale.  We had a late dinner with him at the restaurant inside the Hotel.  I have never seen such a fancy bread basket in all of my life! It was paradise.  But you could only expect so much from a "4 diamond" hotel. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Dinner, John and I headed back to my place to drop his stuff off.  We then made our way over to Bernie and Kozak's to hang out for a little while to celebrate Anna's day of birth.  John and I were both extremely exhausted and took off for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On, the way home we stopped off at Walgreens so John could pick up some sun block.  As we approached the counter I began to Yawn.  The Creepy woman behind the register exclaimed that my yawn was so great she could see my Belly Button.   Little known fact, however:  The Woman working at Walgreens at 1am on Thursday 8-7-08 lived in El Paso in the 80s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all I  have to do is make it through work, and then I shall be attending the 88 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/88_Boadrum"&gt;Boadrum&lt;/a&gt; thingy.  It is going to be RAD!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7109329893416026882?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7109329893416026882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7109329893416026882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7109329893416026882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7109329893416026882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-diamond-hotel.html' title='The 4 Diamond Hotel'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8996007684834153366</id><published>2008-08-07T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:41:51.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Needs Braces! Dental Plan!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after work, I went on my daily bike ride.  My usual turnaround spot is towards the end of Echo Park, where the bike lane ends. But, Yesterday I was feeling so good, so energized, so PUMPED, I decided to venture on! So through the threshold I went.  And, about a minute later, I was in downtown L.A.  I knew I was close, but I never realized I was THAT close.  It was pretty awesome!  On my way back, I kept my eyes over my shoulder on the skyline.  My face was stuck in a smile.  I felt unstoppable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night I was supposed to go meet some friends at the Beauty Bar.  Unfortunately, sitting around,I got beyond sleepy.  I decided to stay in.  I have been going at it pretty hard, and a night in was called for.  I sat around with CJ and Eric and we had some good guys night in hanging outage.  Lets just say, Americas Funniest Videos were involved....haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight After work I must head over to LAX to pick up John, then go eat dinner with my Uncle who is in town, then who knows from there!  Something totally fun and awesome I can assume..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah... I really enjoyed &lt;a href="http://www.sugarboukas.com/X/DCFM/wDCFM00"&gt;this comic&lt;/a&gt; (thanks CJ)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8996007684834153366?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8996007684834153366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8996007684834153366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8996007684834153366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8996007684834153366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/lisa-needs-braces-dental-plan.html' title='Lisa Needs Braces! Dental Plan!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-4684806743649232190</id><published>2008-08-06T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:07:08.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-List Celebrity Reporting:</title><content type='html'>Kevin Nealon was just here at work.  He is super tall and he could not figure out how to leave the parking lot. haha.  And of Course Pauley Shore is here, but thats old news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-4684806743649232190?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/4684806743649232190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=4684806743649232190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4684806743649232190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4684806743649232190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/b-list-celebrity-reporting.html' title='B-List Celebrity Reporting:'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7453962756964023799</id><published>2008-08-06T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:53:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come say Hi to your Neighbors in #7"</title><content type='html'>Last night was UCB night.  My friend Franny is traveling across the country, and she found herself in L.A. for an undetermined amount of time. She is on a Travels with Charlie-esque journey, and it sounds way cool!  I would love to do something like that.  Roxie and myself, packing our bags and hitting the road in the ol' Chrysler Voyager.  Hopefully one day!  I have a feeling you would learn so much about yourself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, last night we decided to go to See You Next Tuesday.  Well, not so much decided, it is pretty habitual by now...haha.  We started the evening by me cooking up my famous Mac and Cheese and drinking some mexican grapefruit soda that was totally awesome!  I was somehow able to make the juice last at least an hour and a half. Its called savoring the tasty things in life. haha.  So after we ate, we made our way to the theatre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Host was awesomely funny!  And, it seems like there was a pattern with every other comic being off and on.  I am not sure if it was the grapefruit juice, but i felt a little nauseous during the first 2 comics.  The queasiness subsided, and I was able to enjoy the rest of the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at the apartment, I was getting the mail, when I found a little note from my neighbors.  It was an invitation to say hello and a phone number, all written on the back of a Trader Joes receipt.  I think it may be from the cute girl I mentioned in a previous blog ... the one who brought me my clothes from the laundry room. haha.  So yeah, note passing can be fun ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7453962756964023799?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7453962756964023799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7453962756964023799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7453962756964023799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7453962756964023799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/come-say-hi-to-your-neighbors-in-7.html' title='&quot;Come say Hi to your Neighbors in #7&quot;'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8562472688295464666</id><published>2008-08-05T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:57:22.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you need a foosball partner?</title><content type='html'>Wiped out again.   Everyone is telling me how tired I look this morning.  I think the Gloves (Danny Glover), said it best.  " I'm too old for this shit!"  I don't know if that is necessarily true.  I mean, I am relatively young.  And, although staying out late, paves the way for an awful morning.  Every moment spent in the evening is totally worth it.  Especially last night, as there wasmuch  celebration and sadness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my friends and their friends took over the Cha Cha.  We were there to celebrate Tristan's 21st Birthday, and sadly, Sarah's bon voyage to Portland.  I did not get to hang out with Sarah nearly as much as I would have liked.  Even in our brief relationship, she is one of the sweetest girls I have met in Los Angeles.  I will miss her for sure.  Neal, Christina, and myself  are already planning a trip to Portland in October!  I cannot wait!  I here is it so beautiful, and I am so anxious to see my Texas friends who have made their way on the Oregon trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sally and Collin made their way out to the Cha Cha.  I know Sally fell in love with the place.  I am convincing her to move to L.A. !  Anyone who thinks L.A. is a terrible place, just has yet to experience it like I have.  There is so much this city has to offer!  I get a rush through my body, nearly everyday, of how great it is to be in this city!  Ever since the breakup, I have had a chance to take everything in, and begin to enjoy La La land to it's full extent.  AND, There is still so much more exploring to do! I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As, I was walking around at the Cha Cha.  A gay guy approached me and asked me if I needed a foosball partner.  I really had no intention of playing foosball, but he kind of forced me into it...haha. So I asked Sally and Collin to come over and play foosball with us.  This dude, and myself schooled them !  Anyways, he was defiantly hitting on me, and it was kind of weird.  I do not have a problem with gay people at all.  My brother is gay, a lot of my friends are gay.  It's totally cool.  But, I still get uncomfortable when I am being hit on by a gay guy.  I guess its the same as if anyone was being hit on , by any unwelcome offer.  Luckily Tristan saw this, and sent in Christina to rescue me. haha.  Thanks my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the lights came on, last call was over, and it was time to leave the bar.  I said my good-byes.  Tristan thought just because Sarah was leaving, that I would not be hanging out with these friends.  I thought that was silly.  All these kids are really cool, and I know we will be hanging out all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we continue through this month.  AND a cray month this is!  All my friends from Texas decided to come this month.  I shall present the crazy schedule of friends who will be in town below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chart A:  Friends Who will be Visiting Los Angeles and Their Arrival Date:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sally: Present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Franny: Present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: August 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz: August 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kam: August 14  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marrissa:  August 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nichole:  August 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby: August 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to see everyone!  Its going to be nuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8562472688295464666?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8562472688295464666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8562472688295464666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8562472688295464666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8562472688295464666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-need-foosball-partner.html' title='Do you need a foosball partner?'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7099760805425543114</id><published>2008-08-04T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:54:18.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Sarah Spilled (:( ) : The Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a super long weekend we had here. haha.  I have not suffered from so much day exhaust since college.  The fatigue continues into today , where I overslept for work.  This is probably the first time this has ever happened to me, being that I am so anal about punctuality.   I was only an hour late, but still..I suck.  So with my weary hands, I will briefly sum up this weekends festivities.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwork, I made a long time overdue journey to the 99 cent store.  The 99 cent store is a heavenly haven for Mr. MacFrugals, like myself.  I went to buy supplies for distressing t-shirts.  I am in the process of distressing one now.  If it goes good, I shall continue to make some awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night I met up with Sarah, Christina, and Neal.  We went to an "amoeba records" party over in the Echo Park area. It was a small house overflowing with all sorts of peeps.  It was pretty comforting actually.  It reminded me of a House party from home, with the only exception being, I did not know ANYONE.  But it was a lot of fun!  And I made new freinds, and was cake, and poetry magnets, and a DJ, and police officers.  It got busted around 2, by this time Sarah and Christina had taken off,  and Neal and I were left to fight through the party.  Neills friend Alex had left her jacket at the party, she texted Neal, and asked for him to find it.  I found the jacket sitting behind a HUGE black dude passed out in a chair. Alex was over at Neals, and like a night in shining armor, I returned the jacket to the princess with honor and dignity. haha.  I just made a recollection of the "Glass Slipper" incident at Rachels' party a little while ago. haha.  So, we hung out at Neals for a lil' bit. played some arcade, played with an adorable kitten, then it was time to call it a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I was completely exhausted Saturday.  I do recall sneaking in from Friday nights activities around 8am...whoops. haha. So I spent a good deal of the day sleeping.  I went on my daily bike ride around town.  Got re-aquatinted with my old friend television, which I NEVER watch anymore.  It's not that I am anti-TV watching , I am pro- so much other awesome things to do that do not involve sitting at home!  Anyways, I rested all day.  Then It was time to go out again.  I went to a "Dance" Party over at Sarahs.  She is moving, so they have an empty apartment.  It was good times!  Not much dancing, but still very nice.  Made some new friends here as well. Maybe some possible business connections.... haha.  I did not want to stay out TOO late again, so I left around 3... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still exhausted.  I took a bike ride around town, stopped at Micky D's for an ice cream cone, came home and cleaned the bathroom. haha.  Then , I was time for ASSSSSCAT at the UCB theatre.  The guest monologuist that evening was Greg Proops from Who's Line is it Anyways.  He seemed a lot more flamboyantly gay in person, then he seems on TV.  The night was funny, but I don't know if it was as comical as usual. Maybe it was the absence of Matt Walsh? Still great, just not AS GREAT, haha.  Afterwards, I met up with Sarah and Tristan and some others at the 101 cafe.  Hung out for a little bit, and went to meet Miss Sally Glass, who is in town for a few days, over at the Drawing Room.  Hung out for a little while, then it was totally bed time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After showing up to work an hour late... I want to sneak out a little early to go catch Conor Oberst at  Amoeba, then Tonight is Sarah's Going Away/ Tristans Birthday party at the Cha Cha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7099760805425543114?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7099760805425543114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7099760805425543114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7099760805425543114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7099760805425543114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/caution-sarah-spilled-weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Caution: Sarah Spilled (:( ) : The Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-5760056930230246326</id><published>2008-08-01T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:32:23.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha Ching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Last night was a pretty uneventful one.  I decided to stay in, and spend the night with Roxie.  I am away from home most of the time, and there is nothing like spending some quality time with your cat. haha.  So, last night I decided to hook up my BRAND NEW Projector!  I set up a little home theatre in the living room, complete with 5.1 surround sound.  It is pretty rad, if I must say so!  I watched Walk Hard.  Its a pretty bad movie for the most part, and I fell asleep towards the end.  You would think with that many great comedians, the movie would make you fall out of your seat with laughter.  Instead, it made me fall asleep on the couch in my home theatre. wah wah.  Thats about all I have to say on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;This Post was created in the Courier font. Brought to you by blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-5760056930230246326?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/5760056930230246326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=5760056930230246326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5760056930230246326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5760056930230246326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/08/cha-ching.html' title='Cha Ching'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-492633781925439354</id><published>2008-07-31T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:18.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot damn! Zee Sixth Dimension!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SJHtJ-dGUYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ocZQ6lMYb-A/s1600-h/250px-Graumanegyptian-opening1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SJHtJ-dGUYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ocZQ6lMYb-A/s320/250px-Graumanegyptian-opening1922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229221397993509250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the world premiere of the 1982 classic the Forbidden Zone, in color for the first time ever! The screening took place at the classic Egyptian Theatre (pictured to the right).  This is one of my favorite movies of all time, and I was kind of skeptical when I heard it would be colorized. It looks phenomenal in black and white, and I thought it would be criminal to mess with a classic.  But, I have to admit, the folks at Legend Films ( the ones who gave it color) did an incredible job! It was done in a tasteful manner, without it being overbearing.  Richard Elfman, the director, mentioned it was always meant to be in color, they just did not have enough money for it.  My congratulations goes out to Legend who made the film look even more phenomenal then it was!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sittting next to me was a kind of weird girl.  She asked me why I was there, and I told her that The Forbidden Zone was one of my favorite films.  She was kind of shocked.  She had never seen the film, but came because she was friends with the actor who played Froggy ( one of the characters in the movie ).  She asked me a lot of questions about myself.  She talked about everything from feminism and barbies to the Holocaust. Very Nice, a little bit of a weirdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Screening, There was a Q and A Panel with some of the cast and crew.  The panel consisted of Richard Elfman (director),  Susan Tyrell (Queen Dorris), Nick James (Writer/Prodcuer/Editor/AD), and John Nelson ( Animator).  The Discussion started off a little rocky, and a bit awkward.  Susan Tyrell is off her rocker.  I don't know if she was always like this. I mean, she was nominated for an oscar later on, but she sure is a loon now.  But, the Q and A got more interesting, yet remained a little awkward through-out. haha.  Richard did confirm that he and his brother Danny are in works on a sequel to the Forbidden Zone!  One of the highlights including getting  Matthew Bright (Squeezit) on the phone, for he was unable to attend due to a family emergency.  One of the drag queens in the audience was curious to if he was Gay or Jewish, or both. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was a very special evening.  I just wish I got to share it with a couple people. Namely Zach and Camella.  :)  I think those 2 would have appreciated the night greatly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-492633781925439354?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/492633781925439354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=492633781925439354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/492633781925439354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/492633781925439354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-damn-zee-sixth-dimension.html' title='Hot damn! Zee Sixth Dimension!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SJHtJ-dGUYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ocZQ6lMYb-A/s72-c/250px-Graumanegyptian-opening1922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1430326056200433551</id><published>2008-07-30T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:41:06.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been FOREWARNED!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was arriving home from work, riding my bike into the parking structure, when a man approaches me from behind.  I had my headphones in, and I pretend that I do not notice him.  Out of the corners of my eyes, I notice he is not moving.  So, I take out my earphones, and turn around. It is a middle aged man, probably in  in his late 30's.  He looks like a burnout, and he is obviously intoxicated by some sort of substance.  He warns me how there have been "certain people" in the neighborhood who want to "jack" me because of the bike I ride... I have never seen this guy in the neighborhood ever, nor have I seen anyone eyeing me as I ride by them.  I have 2 bikes, but he was referring to my white cruiser.  He explains I cannot ride around the neighborhood on a bike like that. " I mean, come on man, the bike is a pearl white...your shoes are white."  He then explains how people think I am trying to be a tough guy because I have tattoos.  He goes on for another 10 minutes or so, and I just keep nodding my head.  He ends where he begins by saying "You Just can't do thaaaat..." and as he drawls out "thaaaaat" he gets back on his bike and rides away.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he was doing me a favor. He explained that he told whoever wanted to jack me, that he would talk to me first, since I seemed like a cool guy.  He also told me to spray paint my bike. Needless to say, I don't think anyone will be jacking me.  This guy is a wack-a-doo.  But, it still weirded me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned on staying in last night, since i was utterly exhausted from Monday nights activities.  But, as I nap, my buddy Jace sends me a text asking if I was going to UCB.  I told him, I would go if he went.  So around 10, I met up with Jace, John, and Franny ( who is making a stop in L.A. for a little bit, while she travels across the U.S.)  A lot of the "See You Next Tuesday" nights, I attend by myself. So, it was a lot of fun going with friends.  The comedy show was quite exceptional in fact.  All the comedians were enjoyable.  I wouldn't say there was a single bad apple in the bunch.  So,  we watch the show, we leave, I ride my bike home. I am on the road bike this time, not the cruiser.  I think that was the only thing keeping me from getting jacked as I rode into my neighborhood... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is Forbidden Zone night!!!!!  And, I cold not be anymore pumped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1430326056200433551?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1430326056200433551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1430326056200433551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1430326056200433551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1430326056200433551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-been-forewarned.html' title='I have been FOREWARNED!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-5576107191973737524</id><published>2008-07-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:19:16.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTHQUAKE!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, I just experienced my very first Earthquake!  I was at the reception desk here at work, when everything started shaking.  It was a very surreal feeling.  Not so much as scary, as more confusing on what the hell was going on... It lasted about 30 seconds, and afterwards, myself and my co-workers congregated out in the parking lot. The News reports it as a 5.8 on the richter scale. That is considered a moderate sized earthquake.  I was literally shooken up, and my body felt like it was being shaken, even after the tremors had stopped.  But, Like I said.. It was not scary, just more surreal.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Roxie is ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-5576107191973737524?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/5576107191973737524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=5576107191973737524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5576107191973737524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5576107191973737524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/earthquake.html' title='EARTHQUAKE!!!!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3869109340009621763</id><published>2008-07-29T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:04:13.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party All The Time Guy !</title><content type='html'>So Sleepy and and full of coughs this morning. Please allow me to explain.  Last night was the Bloc Party Rock N' Bowl Party Last Night over in Eagle Rock.  Although, I am not quite sure if Bloc Party was even in attendance... haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I attended the event with my college buddies Jace, John, and Meredith.  I was also set up on a blind friend date as well, with this dude Tony. haha.  Tony is a friend of a co-worker, who wanted to go to the bash last night.  So my co-worker "hooked me up" with him, so Tony would not have to attend alone.  He was a cool dude, and I would hang out with him again.  It did however feel like we were being set up on a man-date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The whole thing was such a blast!  Free Bowling,  Open Bar, Dancing,  Too many Cigarettes, some crazy DJ's, Party All The Time Guy,  And plenty of L.A. wackadoo girls... haha.  From my observations, the majority of girls born and raised in L.A., who continue to live here, are 95% of the time going to be wackadoos...haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought I was bowling pretty well last night, then checked my score... not so good. But, Bowling is not about who has the highest score.  Its about trying to keep your wrist and fingers intact from the only ball with big enough finger holes, that just so happens to be a little too heavy for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The event was sponsored by Sparks.  So last night consisted of Free Sparks (and Vodka).  I was definitely a little hyped up after drinking a couple glasses.. A lot of the evening felt like a high-school graduation party. haha. Especially after I was hopped up on Sparks and hit the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I smoked way too many cigarettes and my lungs are paying for it this morning.  I kind of feel pretty bad, and have a wicked cough. Lesson Learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me So Tiiiiiirrreeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it was all worth it.  A Super Fun evening indeed!  Just need a little bit of a nap...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3869109340009621763?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3869109340009621763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3869109340009621763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3869109340009621763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3869109340009621763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/party-all-time-guy.html' title='Party All The Time Guy !'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3893231837442308191</id><published>2008-07-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:19.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where AREN'T we going? : The Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI4Dj6kkPfI/AAAAAAAAADo/9LJGp0YcpGg/s1600-h/l_5f8ad95b427630b2132a423092271424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI4Dj6kkPfI/AAAAAAAAADo/9LJGp0YcpGg/s320/l_5f8ad95b427630b2132a423092271424.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228120132976655858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;div&gt;This was a fun evening with a good ol' friend of mine from High-school, Mr. Blake Hood.  Blake lives out in L.A. and he is one fella I do not get to see near as often as I would like.  We started off  the evening by grabbing a bite of Pizza at the Village Pizzaria off of larchmont.  The Pizza was pretty good, but I wish I had ordered the thick crust.  There is something about thin crust pizza that just turns me off.  It's like eating  one of those build-your-own pizza lunchables.  But, it was my fault. I had all the intentions of ordering the thick crust, but it slipped my mind as the waitress arrived.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake Ordered a Beer, and as the waitress brought it out, she apologized for not bringing a bottle opener.  He said that it was ok, "It's a twist-off."  The Waitress insisted it was not.  Blake counter-pointed.  This went back and forth, until Blake made a bet, that if it was a twist-off, we would get a slice of pizza on the house. Sure enough, placing the bottle neck underneath his t-shirt, and with a quick flip of the wrist, the cap was off.  It was a Plain cheese slice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we went back to Blakes to pick up his roommate Greg, before we rode off to the comedy show at Meltdown Comics.  We decided ( or should I say, I decided) the most fun mode of transportation would be bicycling to the comic book store.  I brought an extra bike for Blake, and Greg borrowed another roommate's.  We were a small bike gang, but fierce! haha. So we rode over, watched some comedy.  It was mediocre.  A lot funnier in the past.  We rode home though the dark streets of some of the nicest neighborhoods in Hollywood.  It was a great feeling.  Greg headed in, and Blake and I decided to do something a little un orthodox, and grab some PinkBerry. This was my first venture into the holy territory.  There is nothing like grabbing some delicious frozen yogurt with a good friend, at midnight. Well, I bet grabbing some delicious frozen yogurt with a good friend at one a.m. would be pretty similar.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I spent the better part of the day riding my bike around town, watching movies, cleaning the apartment, etc.  Come night fall, I had planned on going to a party with Lauren.  Lauren picks me up, 5 after 10, and we head to Highland Village for the mystery party.  Be forewarned.  If the party promises interpretive dance performances, this is probably a passable party.  How is that for alliteration? haha.  We arrive, and do a walk by.  We spot a couple people in the house laying on the floor, and a camera set up, and a weirdo guy waiting by the door to go in.  We continue to walk.  We walk, we loop, and we are back in the car, heading to some place more comforting.  A friend was having an " I am off to Canada for 2 months" celebration.  Thats like the 4th "I am off to Canada for 2 moths" celebration , just this month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accomplished a goal, I have been wanting to for a long time.  I did it. I made it to the top of Runyon Canyon! (see picture above).  I made an earlier attempt in the past.  It involved me nauseously, huffing and puffing up the mountain, until I reached what was about halfway point, and was forced by my body to turn around.  Given, this was in the midst of the several months I suffered from a panic disorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Yesterday, I rode my bike to the canyon.  And with my bike mix blasting in my headphones, I trekked up the terrain.  It was easier then I could have imagined.  I guess my workouts have payed off!  I felt incredibly accomplished when I reached the peak.  I witnessed a view of Los Angeles, unlike one I had ever seen. It truly was breathtaking.  I sat up there for a little while, and took everything in.  Honestly, this helped me re-evaluate a lot of things in my life.  I felt accomplishing this goal, helped me put a lot of things behind me.  I left, feeling a since of greatness.  I was the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived home, and received a phone call from Kameron.  I had a short but sweet conversation with this girl.  It was really nice getting to talk to her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Then made my way over to the UCB theatre for my ritualistic ASSSSCAT performace.  It is always really funny and a good time.  But, I felt it was exceptionally  funny this evening.  Consistent laughing throughout the entire performance!  Over the past few months, I have developed a since of humor.  I am no longer afraid to LOL, if you will. haha.  And, I have the Upright Citizens Brigade to thank. So, Thank You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not sleep well last night.  I watched a movie and went to sleep later than usual.  I woke up a couple hours later, restless and unable to fall back asleep.  I made my way to the living room.  Ate some Butterfinger Birthday Cake, and watch I Am Sam on TBS.  Around 5am, I was able to pass out on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I will be Rocking and Bowling with Bloc Party!  Shall be a reeeeallll good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3893231837442308191?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3893231837442308191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3893231837442308191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3893231837442308191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3893231837442308191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-arent-we-going-weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Where AREN&apos;T we going? : The Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI4Dj6kkPfI/AAAAAAAAADo/9LJGp0YcpGg/s72-c/l_5f8ad95b427630b2132a423092271424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7538196315250484667</id><published>2008-07-25T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:07:39.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hammer Time!</title><content type='html'>Last night was my first trip to the Hammer Museum.  Indie 103.1 was putting on a special performance of Tokyo Police Club and Afternoons.  So, I invited my friends Stephanie and we made our way to the museum.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard the name Tokyo Police Club, but never really gave them a listen.  I was more interested in the L.A. band Afternoons ( who are comprised of the members of Irving).  I was quite surprised at the fan base occupying the beautiful Museum courtyard, where the stage was set up. I felt a million years old.  The majority of crowed, consisted of High School age hooligans.  I definitely felt like the older brother taking my younger sibling out to a musical event. haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "hipster" culture is a bizarre one.  I remember when I was in high-school, I pretty much stood out of the crowed.  I was looked upon being a little weird for rolling my jeans up...haha. But, It seems that a good percentage of high-schoolers these days are American Apparel hipsters. And they were ALL at the Hammer Museum last night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoons did a soundcheck and we had 40 min. to kill. So, Stephanie and I checked out some of the art the museum had to offer.  A lot of French turn of the century artists. Saw a couple Van Gough's,  Matis, Rembrandt, etc...  And there was a pretty sweet video instillation, by an artists who's name slips my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoons, finally goes on.  They put on a fantastic show!  I had seen them once before, but it was even more enjoyable in this environment.  It was getting a little chilly, and we were hungry, so we did not stick around for TPC.  I did not have much a desire to see them anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this may have been the last concert event at the Museum for the summer, but I am looking forward to the series next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7538196315250484667?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7538196315250484667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7538196315250484667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7538196315250484667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7538196315250484667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-hammer-time.html' title='It&apos;s Hammer Time!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8129959508843442851</id><published>2008-07-24T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:22:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snorks.</title><content type='html'>I feel overly optimistic at the moment.  Something snapped this week, where I just feel pretty great most of the time.  I can't really explain it. It may be a phase, but hopefully the feelings are not fleetings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know what I am  not a big fan of ?   When riding my cruiser on the sidewalk, people see me coming, and freeze like a deer in headlights.  OR, even worse, when they see me coming, and purposely block the little ramp things off the sidewalk.  Who the fuck does that?  I will tell you who... citizens of Little Armenia.  Well, cut it out you jerks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very lazy last night.  I wanted to go see The Wizard of Oz at the Grove.  They were showing it outside in their little park. Unfortunately, I did not have anyone to go with.  AND, if I went by myself I would have felt that everyone was staring at me.  Why can't a young male adult watch The Wizard of Oz by himself in a park with a bunch of families and little kids?  But, they are showing movies every wednesday for the next month.. So I shall have other opportunities.  Even though, Wizard of Oz is pretty much my favorite movie of all time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, instead I was going to go on a long bike ride and clean the house when I got back.   Alternatively , I spent the evening cyber chatting on the interweb with someone cool...haha. But, that was more than fine with me.  I have been so active, its perfectly ok to have a night in, where I do not do anything.  Actually, it was probably needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I shall be seeing &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tokyopoliceclub"&gt;Tokyo Police Club&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/therealafternoons"&gt;Afternoons&lt;/a&gt; at the Hammer Museum.  Shall be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8129959508843442851?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8129959508843442851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8129959508843442851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8129959508843442851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8129959508843442851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/snorks.html' title='The Snorks.'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1096575758059907904</id><published>2008-07-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:43:15.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the 6th Dimension!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In one week, I will be in attendance at a one time only screening of one of my favorite movies of all time !!! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjN4Ysdc69w"&gt;THE FORBIDDEN ZONE&lt;/a&gt; !  Director Richard Elfman will be doing a Q and A, and it says there will be special guests as well.  I am hoping for his bro Danny Elfman... or better yet, Oingo Boingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you Have not seen The Forbidden Zone, see it ASAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1096575758059907904?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1096575758059907904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1096575758059907904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1096575758059907904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1096575758059907904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-in-6th-dimension.html' title='Living in the 6th Dimension!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1250494046254704328</id><published>2008-07-22T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:14:35.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MONDAY NIGHT:&lt;/div&gt;So, last night was the typical Monday Night routine.  I start off the evening at Spaceland.  Usually Spaceland is filled with people who seem pretty cool and interesting.  Last night it seemed as if a West Hollywood invasion had taken over this East side club.  Some awful pretty boy/radio pop/rock band played.  Its as if these guys said, "hey.. we are all good looking dudes, girls like us, BUT... let us start a musical project to broaden our woman base!  And we shall dub thee Hello Vegas !"  That is where they high-five each-other and start taking notes from their favorite christian alternative bands... The second band was a little better.. strait on rock, but they too looked like douche bags.. haha.  I guess they were friends with actor/musician &lt;a href="http://fearofbliss.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/drake-bell-in-whithe.jpg"&gt;Drake Bell&lt;/a&gt; ( of Nickelodeon Drake and Josh Fame, haha) because he was there as well...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left Spaceland early because of the lameosity of the evening.  I proceeded to head over to Barneys for Karaoke.  Pleasant time there.  I sang an awful rendition of "I Want You Back" by the Jackson 5.  Stayed for a while, grew exhausted and came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WORK:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been pretty cool lately.  I felt like such a worthless human being for such a long time, since I was doing absolutely nothing at work.  I would sit on the internet all day long, watch youtube videos, and play on myspace. I FINALLY am starting to be productive, and am doing my fair share of work.  I have learned a lot here, as far as the more technical side of Post Production work.  I can see myself staying here a little longer then I expected.  I wanted to rush into Production asap.  But, now that I am actually working, I enjoy everything a lot better.  The stability is nice as well..haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COMING UP TONIGHT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See You Next Tuesday @ the UCB !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1250494046254704328?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1250494046254704328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1250494046254704328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1250494046254704328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1250494046254704328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-had-you-to-myself-i-didnt-want.html' title='&quot;When I had you to myself, I didn&apos;t want you around&quot;'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-5735373085202723266</id><published>2008-07-21T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:26:40.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fantastic Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I don't really feel like typing a lot this morning.  So, I will write a quick recap of the highlights of this fun filled weekend:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nice Long Bike Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- CJ's Birthday Extravaganza! @ Happy Endings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Seeing Becca and Natalie (who were in town for the night and I have not see since High-school)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Meeting Whitney (Wendy), Who I went to High-school with but never knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hanging out at Blake's till 3:30 in the am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to hang out with Whitney all day! Activities included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Going to American Vintage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Taking a Drive Through Griffith Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Getting Gelato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Going to the Grove, eating Chipotle, watching an oldies cover band and enjoying babies dancing. ( I spotted Elijah Wood here!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Going to the Glow art installation at the Santa Monica Pier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Watched Weeds all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went and stood in line for ASSSSCAT with Jessica and CJ ( but we did not get in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Finished Season 3 of Weeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, an awesome weekend!  I hope the awesomeness continues into this work week!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-5735373085202723266?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/5735373085202723266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=5735373085202723266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5735373085202723266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5735373085202723266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/fantastic-weekend.html' title='A Fantastic Weekend!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7704234860146740549</id><published>2008-07-18T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:56:04.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Potters!</title><content type='html'>Last night was an exhausting one!  My friends &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/harryandthepotters"&gt;Harry and The Potters&lt;/a&gt; played here in L.A. last night.  One of my good friends, John Clardy is on tour as their drummer.  The tour is entitled "The Unlimited Enthusiasm Tour".  The name is by far, more than suiting...  Potters, and the rest of the bands took over the historic Troubadour, with decorations and little booths consisting of a summer camp theme.  The ULTIMATE summer camp as the theme song explains.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The bands on tour with the Potters this time around were, Uncle Monsterface, Math the Band, and the ever wonderful Jason Anderson.  All put on a great show.  Every song was an  energetic punch to the stomach.  It was more than draining to say the least..haha.  The audience was young, and were able to withstand and withhold the "energy punches".  I felt in the minority of those over 21 for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was my first time at the Troubadour.  With all the historic events, and name bands that play there, I was expecting a grand ballroom.  But, it was relatively small, and intimate.  Pretty cool place, with the major downfall being its West Hollywood location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the show I went with The Potters over to the world famous Pink's Hotdogs.  This was my first experience at Pink's.. a little overdue seeing that I have been here for almost a year!  Paul treated me to a chili dog, and I am not quite sure if it lived up to the hype, but it was quite tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After Pink's it was around 2:30am, and I let the Potter guys, along with Uncle Monsterface, crash at my place.  It was fantastic getting to see everyone! And, John said he is going to try to come back in August for a couple days, which would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight will consist of CJ's birthday activities. Happy Early Birthday, my friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7704234860146740549?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7704234860146740549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7704234860146740549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7704234860146740549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7704234860146740549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-potters.html' title='It&apos;s the Potters!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-982820805031726617</id><published>2008-07-17T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:32:57.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry for Being a jerk...</title><content type='html'>The past couple weeks, I have been in a funk.  Its causing me to treat some of my friends poorly.. one friend in particular.  Depression likes to creep up on you at the least opportune times. Don't get me wrong.  I do not consider myself depressed, or to suffer from depression, but I have been  stricken by the "blah", more often than not.  I try to maintain a positive attitude, but sometimes the "I miss her" factors, are too over bearing.  &lt;div&gt;   It has been almost 3 months since the break up.  I have done a lot of good things for myself!  I am waaaaaaay more active then I have ever been.  I lost a lot of weight.  I have made lots of new friends.  I do fun activities 6 out of 7 nights a week.  Unfortunately, my new found lust for life, is lacking one thing.  I was warned that she was a heart breaker from the beginning, and she swore to never break mine.  But, as I do with most relationships ( friends and lovers ) , I took things for granted, and feel that I am the cause for the end results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Not a single minute goes by where I do not think of her.  I need to move on,  but I have never felt so weak in this department.  I have met a lot of new women, and have gone on a fair amount of dates, but as my friend Sinead always said " nothing compares to you ". That was cheesy and lame, with the borderline gay, haha. I apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I am pretty sure she has a new boyfriend.  I don't know for a fact, but that is the assumption I am making.  I lost all contact with her.  I do not see her on myspace, Ichat, and I erased her number out of my phone so I cannot call or text her.  And, I guess I am just typing this thing to vent.  I don't have anyone to vent to. I may have ruined, at least temporarily, my friendship with the one friend out here, who I feel I could REALLY talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I Love life, and I love what I have done with myself.  I look great and feel great.  I just think I may have been brainwashed into thinking I was going to spend the rest of my life with this girl, and I need the mind warp to wear off.  So, in the meantime there is nothing for me to do.  Time heals all.  I just wish the clock's hands would spin a little faster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-982820805031726617?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/982820805031726617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=982820805031726617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/982820805031726617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/982820805031726617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sorry-for-being-jerk.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry for Being a jerk...'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7687166605231615319</id><published>2008-07-16T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:13:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foos It Up!</title><content type='html'>Last night was Free Foosball night at the Cha Cha.   Being a fan of the "foos", I met Lauren and Lindsey there for some ultimate foosball.  Lauren and I played for a little while before Lindsey showed up.  There must be some sort of skill and strategy to foosball, but I can't really figure it out...haha.  We both had our share of wins, but I think overall Lauren was the better Foos player that evening.  &lt;div&gt;Without notice, this overwhelming since of tiredness had struck me, and I could not stay out that much longer.  I was foosed out for sure.  So, I watched Lauren and Lindsey play a couple games of foosball, and I was off and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tiredness continues into this morning.  I feel sleepy and a little bummed out. When am I going to get over THIS ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7687166605231615319?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7687166605231615319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7687166605231615319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7687166605231615319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7687166605231615319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/foos-it-up.html' title='Foos It Up!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7161714148582319299</id><published>2008-07-15T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:38:35.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy Eye Balls.</title><content type='html'>Its awful having itchy eyeballs and not being allowed to go near them for 3 months!  Hopefully the itchiness will subside after this week. If I believe in it, it will! Its all in the power of the mind! haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUSIC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the residency show at Spaceland.  I didn't stay for Under the Influence of Giants, who is the resident band this month, BUT, I did get to catch &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=104383107"&gt;Lukas Hass&lt;/a&gt;.  He is one of those actors turned musicians, and you would know him from Mars Attacks, Brick, Last Days, etc.  But I really enjoyed his music!  He reminded me a lot of Blake Sennett. The opening band was a punch of pretty boys who are "down with folk music".  The bands name was Whiskey.. something, I forget.  But, they were pretty bad, and there songs were pretty lame.  Well, at least they still have their looks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hit 11 o'clock, and it was time to move my car.  So , I just decide to head over to meet some friends at Barney's Beanery for karaoke night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KARAOKE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much to say about Karaoke night.  Its always a fun time!  So, naturally, it was a fun time. haha.  I laid low, and chose not to sing.  However, my friends put on a drunkenly superior show, as always!  So I stayed for a couple hours, and then it was past my bedtime.  I drive through Taco Bell, for a late night dinner, finish off Disc 1, Season 2 of Weeds, tape my eye shields to my face, and fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I am Looking forward to This Week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Seeing John, and the Harry and the Potters folks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- GLOW at the Santa Monica Pier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7161714148582319299?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7161714148582319299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7161714148582319299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7161714148582319299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7161714148582319299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/itchy-eye-balls.html' title='Itchy Eye Balls.'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-5574573411297682772</id><published>2008-07-14T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:19.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LASIK WEEKEND 2008!</title><content type='html'>Well, The time has finally come!  I am free from all corrective lenses!!!  I got my lasik Saturday, and to my suprise, it was A LOT easier then I thought it would be.  It is the post-op work that is a pain in the ass....&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY (Surgery Day):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nevervous all week for the lasik procedure.  From its description, it is a quite scary process. Your head its strapped to a chair, and your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHuBlWw70fI/AAAAAAAAADg/DF-7sLcP6A4/s320/l_73943157d8a5aa097d7f59e8bbb5df88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222910671632191986" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; held open by clamps (very Clockwork Orange-esque), while you watch the doctor cut open your eyeball, and shoot lasers into it, and smell your eye ball burning, and hear popping, etc...  But, its really not scary at all once you do it!  I promise. You cant see what's going on that well, because your cornial flap is open.. so everything just looks blurry, and like you are under water. The procedure takes about 10 min. and you are done.  Lauren was kind enough to drive me to and from the procedure, since you are not allowed to drive yourself.  We leave the office, and my eyes are KILLING ME.  I have to wear these douchey sunglasses all day and night, and it is nearly impossible to keep my eyes open.  So I get home, lay down, and fall in and out of sleep for a little while.  Around nightfall, I am finnaly able to keep my eyes open, I watch some "Jurassic Park" with CJ, he falls asleep, I finish and watch the end of "Weeds: Season 1".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Post-Op is the difficult part.  I have 3 different kinds of eye drops I have to use, 1 for a week ,1 for 2 weeks, 1 for a month or more.  The worst are the eye steroids, which are this sick milky substance that sticks to your eye lids.  It goes through my sinus, and I can actually taste it, and feel it in my throat.  Pretty sick! ( Not "Sick", as in " Oh Man! Its raining Pizza Rolls! Thats Sick!!!"). I have to sleep with plastic "eye shields" taped to my face for a month. I wake up, take those suckers off, and I have sticky face for a good part of the day.  Why don't I just wash my face really well?  Well, Washing your face is scary as shit! You are in constant fear of putting to much pressure around your eyes, which will do damage.  The way the doctor and info sheet make it sound, any little action close to your eyeball, may possibly do some damage. I will just be happy in a month or so, when all Post-Op precautions are through! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY: GraveYard Movie Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I had to go back to the doctor in the morning.  He was going to "wipe" my eyes, whatever that means.  But, he said they looked perfect, and just to come back next week for it.  So I left, and went and got my first pair of "real" sunglasses!  Sunglasses, that are not the blue-blocker, old man, fits over my normal glasses, sun glasses.  Went to hung out with Lauren and do some free laundry while she was house-sitting.  Drove home to get ready for the evening. As I was driving home, I had this weird vibe.  I couldn't explain it.. there was just an oddness in the air.  I  was at a stoplight at an intersection, when a car comes speeding by on my left, goes through the red light, and nails 2 cars.  It was pretty nuts!  Maybe that was the pinnacle of the odd factor? Anyways, I get home and get ready for the CEMETERY MOVIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Saturday and Sunday, they show movies in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.  It is a really cool cemetery where likes of Marilyn Monroe, and other old celebs are buried. This was my first time to go, but I have been wanting to ever since I found out about when I had just moved here.  It was a lot of fun!  Tons of people go. You walk through the cemetery to get to the open area where they show the movie.  Everyone brought blankets and picnics, and games to play before the movie.  It was great!  I felt like it was the 4th of July and and I was about to witness a spectacular fireworks display! haha.  The movie they were showing last night, was the 80s classic "Valley Girl" with Nicholas Cage. Everyone gets into the movie, yelling stuff, and clapping, and whooping it up.  I would definitely like to attend again, but have a little more picnic preparation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, thats it.  I have my eyes back, and am waiting out the post-op procedure.  As much of a pain it is to take care of your new eyes for a couple months.  It is/will be waaaaaaaay more than worth it!  If anybody is considering lasik, it is so simple and easy, just do it!  Or, if you have any lasik questions, feel free to ask me. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-5574573411297682772?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/5574573411297682772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=5574573411297682772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5574573411297682772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5574573411297682772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/lasik-weekend-2008.html' title='LASIK WEEKEND 2008!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHuBlWw70fI/AAAAAAAAADg/DF-7sLcP6A4/s72-c/l_73943157d8a5aa097d7f59e8bbb5df88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6048826402494404201</id><published>2008-07-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:19.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Glasses Broke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHe_Uw6iDYI/AAAAAAAAADI/vBUUA-2blck/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHe_Uw6iDYI/AAAAAAAAADI/vBUUA-2blck/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221852656408071554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6048826402494404201?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6048826402494404201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6048826402494404201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6048826402494404201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6048826402494404201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-glasses-broke.html' title='My Glasses Broke!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHe_Uw6iDYI/AAAAAAAAADI/vBUUA-2blck/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3138418094721867325</id><published>2008-07-11T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:30:28.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My FIRST Hollywood Movie Premiere!</title><content type='html'>Last night, I attended, my very first Hollywood Movie Premiere.  It was for a film entitled &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0828393/"&gt;Garden Party&lt;/a&gt;.  I was invited as a last minute date for my friend Summer.  Let me tell you, even though the movie was quite awful ( I described it as soft core porn, minus the porn), I had such a blast!  The event started off with a delicious buffet of mexican food.  Gourmet Tacos, and what have you.  Quite delicioso !  We mingled for a little while, and then it was time to go in and watch the film. We attended the event with two of Summer's friends.  A very cool girl ( who has a greek name, which I wont even attempt to type out) and a very cool guy, Jared ( who has a song in the movie).  These guys were totally awesome, and I cannot wait to hang out with them again! &lt;div&gt;*on a side note*  I am starting to feel like I am finally beginning to build up some L.A. friends.  I know in a couple years, I will feel so much more at home, by running into a lot more faces I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, we watch the film, which Summer made more interesting by sneaking in some vodka.. So, we watch, watch, watch, credits roll, and we are out, and off to the after party at Tangier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tangier was a lot of fun!  Had some drinks, ate a bit of snackage, and shook a little leg on the dance floor (even though our little group was the only one dancing, haha). It was crowded with industry people, and friends of.  Good times were enjoyed be everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was getting late and it was time to call it a night.  As I was walking back to my car, my glasses frame broke, and I had to tape them back together when I got home.  Good thing I am getting Lasik tomorrow!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3138418094721867325?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3138418094721867325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3138418094721867325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3138418094721867325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3138418094721867325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-hollywood-movie-premiere.html' title='My FIRST Hollywood Movie Premiere!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-9139117363807839138</id><published>2008-07-10T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:57:38.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a date this morning...... A COURT date!</title><content type='html'>So, back in December I received a ticket for "Driving Without A License".   I HAD a license, but since it was a Texas license, the cop did not consider it valid, since I had been living in California for more then 10 days.  I was a recent transplant to L.A., and was not officially a resident.  I did not have a permanent address, nor was my car registered in the state of California.  ANYWAYS, I had to go to the courthouse to take care of the ticket back in January.  I was ordered a court date for the violation.  The earliest date they had was July 10th...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HALF A YEAR LATER......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is this week, and a friend brought up something about having to go to court. Oh Shit!  It hits me that I had to go to court sometime this month for the  ticket.  I just hoped that I had not missed it.  So, I check and it is for July 10th (Today) The end of the week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS MORNING....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, my trip to the downtown courthouse went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;L.A. METROPOLITAN COURTHOUSE - DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wait in a half-hour line just to get INTO the building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Go to the 3rd floor to wait in Another Line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Get Called over to stand in the "English Speaking" Line, Proceed to stand in that line for half   an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Get Called into the Courtroom, where I sit amongst a group of "English Speaking" Adults , where we get treated like a group of 5th Graders by a County Sheriff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- They Call my name, ask if I have a Valid Drivers License. I say "Yes", and they tell me to go to the Cashier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pay the Cashier 10 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend over 2 hours at the courthouse to pay the cashier 10 bucks... something I could have done 6 months ago, when I was there and showed them the proof of correction for the violation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I missed 2 hours of work and lost 18 bucks ( Court Fee and Parking )...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I want to go see Hairspray at the Free Universal City Walk Outdoor Movies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-9139117363807839138?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/9139117363807839138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=9139117363807839138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/9139117363807839138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/9139117363807839138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-date-this-morning-court-date.html' title='I had a date this morning...... A COURT date!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-2477656737238050867</id><published>2008-07-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:33:37.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Girlzzzz</title><content type='html'>Last Night was such a Blast! Every Tuesday night I attend a free comedy show at the UCB theatre.  Judd Apatow was performing again last night, so I made sure to get there early, to beat out all the hardcore Apatow fans.   My friend Jessica met me at 8:30, and Her, Myself, and CJ left to embark onto some standing in line action outside the  theatre.  But, as a line standing necessity, we stopped off at 7-11, where I treated my fellow companions to some "line standing" slurpees!  Cherry Coke all around! haha.  So we stand in line for about an hour and a half (we are the 2nd people in line).  We met a nice girl, Taube, from Northwestern University.  It was weird because we became instant "line buddies" with her.  When the guy at the door said he could only let in 3 people, we were all hesitant for some reason.  Then I realized, we did not come with this person...I think it shall be ok if we go ahead. haha.&lt;div&gt;  It was so packed from the previous show, that although we were only the 2nd people in line, we had to sit indian style on the stage.  Its not that easy to sit like that for long periods of time.  Back in the days of grade school assemblies in the "cafetorium", I could go all day siting on the floor, indian style, enjoying the "yo-yo man" or whatever awesome programming they had scheduled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were a lot of comedians this time around! The always funny Matt Besser hosted the festivities ( Matt Besser is a founding member of UCB, and you would know him from the UCB TV show a few years back).  Aziz from Human Giant was the opener.  I have seen him perform several times, but not strait forward stand-up.  He was really on, and really funny!  Then a couple more people, who I forget, blah blah blah... Then Judd Apatow comes on and does his bit.  He was a lot funnier this go-around then when I saw him previously.  A lot more polished and well rehearsed.  After his routine, he announces he would like to bring out a comedian who is performing stand-up for the first time.  He announces .... Jonah Hill!  So, Jonah comes out and does his routine.  For a first time comic, it was SO GREAT!  Actually, it was SO GREAT for any experienced comic, as well.  He is just a naturally funny dude. He does his bit, there are several more comedians, and then the night is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  A Fantastic Evening was had all around!  And, I cannot wait for next Tuesday, to see what surprises are lurking around the corner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-2477656737238050867?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/2477656737238050867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=2477656737238050867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2477656737238050867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2477656737238050867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/fly-girlzzzz.html' title='Fly Girlzzzz'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6563843934137939224</id><published>2008-07-08T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:32:51.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunset Strip</title><content type='html'>Last Night I went to see my friends &lt;a href="http://www.lemonsun.org/"&gt;Lemon Sun&lt;/a&gt; play over at the Key Club on the Sunset Strip. The Sunset Strip is a very pretty area to walk around.  There are a lot of lights, and everything is leaning towards the fancy side.  But go in any music club, or bar, and you are most likely to find a hoard of douche-bags and over protective security ( I had been riding my bike, and the security was hesitant about me bringing my bike pump in).  They Key Club was swarming with slutty rich girls, and sleazy dude bros, a long with pretty much everything in between.  I guess I am more into the down to earth areas.   Although I enjoy the richness and fanciful affairs on occasions, I would rather be siting at a hole in the wall.  In fact, I would rather be doing something active. Like riding my bike or an all night out door dance party!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, I really don't have anything to talk about today. Lemon Sun was great as always.  And, I cannot wait to see some comedy tonight!  I think I get to see Judd Apatow again.. even though he wasn't that great the first time, haha.  It is still neat to see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6563843934137939224?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6563843934137939224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6563843934137939224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6563843934137939224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6563843934137939224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunset-strip.html' title='The Sunset Strip'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1801170775153431134</id><published>2008-07-07T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:52:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now For Waste of Your Time..</title><content type='html'>Borefest 2008 Alert:  If you want to see me video chat with my good friend John Cantrell, about why ID4 ( Independence Day) is such an "explosive" movie ... watch it &lt;a href="http://www.johncantrell3.com/blog/2008/07/la-vs-dallas.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1801170775153431134?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1801170775153431134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1801170775153431134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1801170775153431134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1801170775153431134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-for-waste-of-your-time.html' title='Now For Waste of Your Time..'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3765875888731132201</id><published>2008-07-07T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:20.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 24th Birthday/ Mother Visiting Weekend '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHJV5XxOCXI/AAAAAAAAADA/EGiYXELxW6k/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHJV5XxOCXI/AAAAAAAAADA/EGiYXELxW6k/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220329362197186930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHJUXSv570I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B0POtgjb2tU/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHJUXSv570I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B0POtgjb2tU/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220327677222317890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What an action pack weekend I had.  Mom was in town,  Independence Day, AND my day of birth!&lt;div&gt;So ladies and gentlemen... let the blogging begin... this will be a long one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOURTH OF JULY: EVENING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things in the world is getting to see Fireworks on the 4th of July.  My Birthday is the 5th, and I have always associated the fireworks with by day o' birth.  My Mom was in town, and we decided to meet up with Lauren, Lindsey, Gigi, and Brittany over in Santa Monica.  Although they were not launching Fireworks from SM, we could still see the ones near by.  So we walk down to the beach, and spot fireworks in the distance.  They were a little ways off, so we start walking towards them.  In fact, we were walking towards them during the whole display!  Just as they seemed to get closer, the next series would push on back.  It was as if they new that we were following them, and the fireworks were freaked out, running off.  But, it was a gorgeous night,  the company was more than pleasent, and the setting was beautiful.  Next year I hope to be a little closer :)  I enjoy the fear of fireworks' ambers, possibly falling in my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE METRO ART TOUR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Morning, I decided a fun activity for my Mom and I to partake in would be the &lt;a href="http://www.metro.net/about_us/metroart/ma_docent.htm"&gt;L.A. Metro Art Tour&lt;/a&gt;.  This was something I had been wanting to do for quite some time.  First Off, I love Art, Secondly, I Love riding in subways.  This was the ultimate mesh up.  Basically, it is a free tour, held on the first Saturday and Sunday of each month.  You meet a guide at 10am, outside the Hollywood/Highland Metro station, and you ride the subways all morning, while th guide explains all the artwork that makes up each station.  You see, Each station has a different artist who has been commissioned by the city, to make the stop into a work of art. Our tour group consisted of 2 couples, All in their 70s +.  They did however enjoy my tattoos, and call ME a work of art. haha.  It was such a blast , and the art was way cool!  I cannot wait to do this again next month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the tour, my mom and I celebrated one of our favorite hobbies.  Thrift Shopping.  Although neither one of us found anything, it was still good times.  We then took a drive through Griffith Park, which I discovered quite recently.  It is such a beautiful place, and my mom really enjoyed it.  Following our drive we had a late lunch at Good, off of Sunset.  I had eaten there once before, and I must say.. it was "good". haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At This Point, it was time to take a little birthday rest, and I dropped my Mom of at her hotel, and took a little siesta at my place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIRTHDAY NIGHT ACTIVITIES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My Mom wanted me to take me out for a birthday dinner, and she encouraged me to bring a friend.  I opted for my gal pal, Lauren. She met me at my place, and gave me my birthday present.  2 words. WALKIE .... TALKIES!  And they are incredibly awesome! Thank You very Much Lauren! Walkie Talkies are one of my favorite things in the world!  AND, that was one of thew few actual birthday gifts I have received in the past 7 + Years ... ANYWAYS, we go and pick up my Mom from her hotel.  I take her to the grove, and I pick the Cheesecake Factory for dinner.  I told my Mom and Lauren not to mention my birthday to the waiter.  They do it anyways, while I am away in the restroom. haha. So towards the end of dinner, the wait staff presents me with a tiny ice cream sundae and sings me some rendition of "Happy Birthday".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was over, and it was then time to drop my mom off, and head over to the ChaCha for Birthdayness with friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tha Cha Cha was great.  It is my favorite bar in L.A. And it felt so comforting to be surrounded by friends.  Everyone seemed to be having a really fun time!  There were even a couple celebrity guests ( including Bret from Flight of the Conchords, Aziz from Human Giant, and Mr. Jesse Camp from MTV )! haha.  Lauren and Lindsey demolished Aziz in a couple games of foosball!  I lost in a game of foosball :(  It was my birthday... you are supposed to LET me win....ha.  So, we stayed to closing, and my birthday night was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY: VENICE BEACH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I took my Mom to Venice Beach, where we road our bikes all a long the bike path to Santa Monica.  My Mom was able to keep up surprisingly well on my cruiser.  I guess, I may have slowed down a little for her...haha. But it was real cool getting to share something I love so much (bike riding on the beach) with my mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Venice, we took a little breather. I dropped her off at her hotel, and I went to my place for a little bit.  After the break, it was then time to meet up with my Mom, so I could take her to the UCB theatre for a performance of ASSSSSCAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASSSSSCAT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot of fun.  My mom loved the show as well!  She can appreciate some dirty humor with the rest of them.  There is a part in the show, where the comedians take surveys of the audience.  They bet each-other "How many Southerners do you think are here?" or  " How many people work in Animation?" or some other poll.  This time it was " How many Atheists  ?" haha.  So each of the 6 comedians were told to select an audience member who they though was an Atheist.   Doug Benson ( Best Week Ever, We the 70s, 80s, 90s) picked me, and to my surprise all the other comedians let out a " AHHHHHH" in unison... for all 6 had chosen me. haha.  I was a 1 out of 100. But, Anyways, it was a great show, and it was also very cool getting to share that with my Mom!  She had just as great as time as I did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were quite famished after the show, so we headed to Canters Deli, for a late night nosh.  You have to say "nosh" because it is a Jewish Deli.  At the table next to us was the always weird&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_Bingenheimer"&gt;Rodney Bingenheimer&lt;/a&gt;. This was the 2nd time for me to see him in one week.  I guess he truly is "The Mayor of the Sunset Strip".  So, we finished dinner and called it a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped my Mom off at the airport this morning.  It was so great having her in town.  Although it was only a couple days, we crammed so many activities into the weekend, it felt like we shared a lot more time.  AND,  Thank You to everyone who made my Birthday weekend so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3765875888731132201?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3765875888731132201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3765875888731132201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3765875888731132201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3765875888731132201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-24th-birthday-mother-visiting.html' title='My 24th Birthday/ Mother Visiting Weekend &apos;08'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SHJV5XxOCXI/AAAAAAAAADA/EGiYXELxW6k/s72-c/DSC00838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6785794768649830957</id><published>2008-07-04T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:26.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 4th of JULY !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- This is me in my proper red/white/blue -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SG7bvZ2q18I/AAAAAAAAACg/oKCYoeNcilE/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SG7bvZ2q18I/AAAAAAAAACg/oKCYoeNcilE/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219350625609504706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I cant tell if I look European, or like a Gay )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( This Peace Sign I am holding with my hands will single handedly end the war in Iraq )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a quick recap of yesterday....&lt;div&gt;-  All my friends got out of work early, but I had to work a full day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 3 Employee Birthdays (including myself) this weekend, and no ice cream cake :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Clint and Nicks 3rd of July Party, with fun dip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Getting to Video Chat with Mr. John Cantrell ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- July 4th Pool Party at Kozak and Bernies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Picking up my Mom at Union Station!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lunch with Mom, and showing her my work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- going back to pool party for a little bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fireworks at the Beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6785794768649830957?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6785794768649830957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6785794768649830957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6785794768649830957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6785794768649830957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SG7bvZ2q18I/AAAAAAAAACg/oKCYoeNcilE/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6477055244004889603</id><published>2008-07-02T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:29.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxie LOVES Chatting on The Interweb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGxSN424DqI/AAAAAAAAACY/U08-EXrQ8kg/s1600-h/IMAGE_00224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGxSN424DqI/AAAAAAAAACY/U08-EXrQ8kg/s320/IMAGE_00224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218636466769890978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6477055244004889603?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6477055244004889603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6477055244004889603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6477055244004889603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6477055244004889603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/roxie-loves-chatting-on-interweb.html' title='Roxie LOVES Chatting on The Interweb...'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGxSN424DqI/AAAAAAAAACY/U08-EXrQ8kg/s72-c/IMAGE_00224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6455590392965382862</id><published>2008-07-02T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:30.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Bored and Cut My Hair....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGxOD70fsxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h4uZSewzd0c/s1600-h/l_4040ff3fcf745c538ef70ac1f9fc5649.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGxOD70fsxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h4uZSewzd0c/s320/l_4040ff3fcf745c538ef70ac1f9fc5649.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218631897720009490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGw9fLnOFII/AAAAAAAAACI/TqFx7q5VbN8/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6455590392965382862?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6455590392965382862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6455590392965382862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6455590392965382862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6455590392965382862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-bored-and-cut-my-hair.html' title='I Got Bored and Cut My Hair....'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGxOD70fsxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h4uZSewzd0c/s72-c/l_4040ff3fcf745c538ef70ac1f9fc5649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6363370532750401619</id><published>2008-07-02T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:30.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the more Painful Nights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last Night was tattoo night!  It had been almost a year since I was previously inked, and you kind of forget how painful of hobby it can be.  This was my first tattoo session with &lt;a href="http://www.gschaffeetattoos.com/"&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;.  He is a friend of a friend from back in Texas, and I was elated with his work!  We started off the night doing a piece on my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGurPXnb5OI/AAAAAAAAACA/4FQmRKoGtLo/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGurPXnb5OI/AAAAAAAAACA/4FQmRKoGtLo/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218452873764660450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I was very sneaky taking this picture at work.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Chest is one of the more sensitive areas to get tattooed.  All work that crossed my sternum was quite painful.  But, as most of you know, I am a man's man, and took the pain with a grain of salt.  I swallow glass and nails for breakfast. haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been collecting old timey imagery for years.  There are so many tattoos I would like to get, its just a matter of time at this point.  So, previously, Graham and I talked about the possibility of doing two tattoos that night.  The other being a neck tattoo I have wanted to get for some time.  We agreed that we were both up for the task, so we got back to work.  About an hour and a half later, I had officially transformed into a freak, with a tattoo that is visible at all times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGurBc7p0hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bCohjSMw4_g/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGurBc7p0hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bCohjSMw4_g/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218452634673467922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yes. I am always this serious when taking pictures of Neck tattoos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Towards the 2nd half of the neck tattoo.  A woman came in with her 2 nieces, and asked if they could watch me get tattooed.  I said "sure". They were pretty young, and asked a lot of questions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After about 4 and a half hours of tattooing, we were calling it a night. We bandaged everything up, and I walked out with 2 new pieces of art that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I rode my bike home, I was bandaged up like a mummy on my chest and neck. I felt like Stacy from Wayne's World, when she is riding her bike with the neck brace on.  It was kind of scary riding at night , not really able to move my head around to check out the surroundings.  But don't worry.  I made it home without being hit by a car ( Notice the ability to use my fingers while I type this entry.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I arrived home and fell asleep soon after.  I was tossing and turning all night.  I don't know if it was the bandages suffocating me, or what, but I could not sleep.  So, at around 3 in the morning, I thought my best bet would be to remove the bandages, take a shower, watch The Drew Carey Show: Season 1 , on DVD, and snack on Cool Ranch Doritos.  And ya know what?  The "cool ranchyness" of the Doritos, were just the sedative I needed to lull me back to sleep. Needless to say, It was quite a painful morning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6363370532750401619?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6363370532750401619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6363370532750401619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6363370532750401619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6363370532750401619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-more-painful-nights.html' title='One of the more Painful Nights...'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGurPXnb5OI/AAAAAAAAACA/4FQmRKoGtLo/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1389299509180459384</id><published>2008-07-01T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:39:32.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it 6 Months...</title><content type='html'>As I was signing into my Blog account, I questioned why it is I always make my entries in the morning , talking about yesterday, as opposed to writing in it at night, recapping the days events.  If I wrote in it at night I would feel a lot more like Doogie Howser M.D.  Maybe that is the reason I choose not to? Or Perhaps I get too lazy at night, and when I get home all I want to do is put in a DVD , roll over and go to bed.  I prefer the latter.*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Note:  This Paragraph was a waist of everyones time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, was the final night of the&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=110501077"&gt; Afternoons&lt;/a&gt; residency at Spaceland.  I am so glad I got to catch them.  I was really really impressed!  It's one of those bands  you watch with a silly grin slapped across your face.  You just feel so good seeing musicians having so much fun and radiating positive vibes from their guitars and amps.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was debating wether I wanted to go to Spaceland, or the Matt and Kim show, also close to my place.  I figured since the Matt and Kim show was a Vice Magazine show, it would have been filled with a bunch of hipster douche-bags.  I always hate being categorized as a "hipster".  But, I guess those generalizations usually come from people who think anyone in fitted jeans is either a hipster or an emo kid.  I don't even know if there is really an emo scene anymore. At least like there was when I was in high-school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hipster&lt;/span&gt;: A Person who superficially follows recently mass-produced, homogenous, urban fashion trends, overly concerned with their image and the contradictions of their identity. Hipsters are apathetic, pretentious, and self-entitled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, my friends, is exactly what I cannot stand in a person.  I know I have gone off on hipster rants in previous posts...so, sorry.  For some reason it just pushes my buttons. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ANYWAYYYYS.  At Spaceland I ran into Mike Lavanos, and I got to meet a couple of his friends.  I forgot their names, but they were really nice and cool.  Somehow we ended up talking about my last relationship, and my new friends said some things that were pretty re-assuring. It made me feel good.  I also got to see Mike Shapiro and Rachel.  Although the place was packed, and I am not a big fan of cramped spaces (it's odd, because I used to love confined spaces), it was a lot of fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is Tattoo night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1389299509180459384?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1389299509180459384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1389299509180459384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1389299509180459384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1389299509180459384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/07/give-it-6-months.html' title='Give it 6 Months...'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-711464125482947509</id><published>2008-06-30T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:17:30.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sounds Like Something a Clone Would Say...</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to go see ASSSSCAT at the UCB theatre.  Let me tell you, it was HILARIOUS!  It is free every sunday night, and I have no clue as to why I have not seen it earlier.  From this point forth I would definitely like to try to see it every Sunday night if I do not have plans.  Its improv with suggestions from the audience, so it is a different show every time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the show there were a couple people sitting behind me.  I guess they were talking about the tattoo on the back of my neck, because only have of it was exposed, so they were trying to figure out what it was.  Puzzled, they asked me to show it to them.  After I reveal the rest to them, they  proceeded to touch the back of my neck, as well as adjust the neck of my t-shirt several times for no reason.  I don't understand why having tattoos gives someone permission to grab at you.  Often times I will just be hanging out, minding my own business, when a complete stranger feels so inclined to grab my arms and expect them.  Its like a moth drawn to light.  Sometimes it is flattering.  But please, see with your eyes, not with hands! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am already an hour and 45 min. into work...  Everything is zipping by so far.  Keep it up Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-711464125482947509?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/711464125482947509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=711464125482947509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/711464125482947509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/711464125482947509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-sounds-like-something-clone-would.html' title='That Sounds Like Something a Clone Would Say...'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8999122497957331764</id><published>2008-06-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:31.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Recap:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ Yesterday:  A LOT of fun!  Made Balloon Animals, Ate some good food, and Talked to a girl extensively about queer cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RACHELS PARTY:  Even more fun!  Great People, Found Cinderella's missing earring,  Pube Carrot, Sunkist, and talked to a girl extensively about spirituality and self-being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I took my road bike out for a long spin.  I almost reached downtown!  It felt great! However, a bird shit on my shoe while I was riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGgzAl89uMI/AAAAAAAAABw/ciiPDcNtSA8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGgzAl89uMI/AAAAAAAAABw/ciiPDcNtSA8/s200/IMAGE_00223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217476253589551298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am writing this post with haste, because I am fixing to head over to the UCB for free performance of ASSSSCAT !  I have been wanting to see this one for a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s.  I hope I can remember the inside jokes, mentioned above, in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8999122497957331764?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8999122497957331764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8999122497957331764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8999122497957331764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8999122497957331764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/bird-shit.html' title='Bird Shit'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGgzAl89uMI/AAAAAAAAABw/ciiPDcNtSA8/s72-c/IMAGE_00223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6060548554942302956</id><published>2008-06-28T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:05:58.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a Four Eyes</title><content type='html'>This morning, I went in for my Lasik consultation/ possible surgery .  The doctor felt I was a great candidate for Lasik, but my eyes' reflexes were a little sensitive.  So, he gave me some eye drops and told me to come back sometime next week to get the procedure.  I was disapointed that I did not get it done today.  I was so looking forward to it.  But, I am glad the Doc checked the reflexes, because he said most doctors don't and would have proceeded with the surgery anyways.  So, Saturday July 12th is the big day!  I did not want to get it done next Saturday, because that is my birthday.  And, although it would be a great present for myself, I would rather spend my birthday without a laser zapping my eyeballs.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the majority of the day bike riding all over town.  I rode to the grocery store to get some lunch supplies. Came home. Rode to GoodWill and the Dollar Store. Came Home.  Worked on my new bike for a little bit, rode it around the neighborhood. Came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to some festivities this evening.  I am fixing ( I know, people mock me all the time for saying this. FIXING! I am from Texas, big whoop) to go to a BBQ over at Cj's friend Jonathan.  Then tonight there is a little shindig over at Rachels.  I wish I could be in attendance sans glasses, but what's another couple weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6060548554942302956?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6060548554942302956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6060548554942302956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6060548554942302956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6060548554942302956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-four-eyes.html' title='Still a Four Eyes'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-540624011676182415</id><published>2008-06-27T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:33.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Wanted me to Hook up with a Girl from TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGZo1_e7TDI/AAAAAAAAABo/-mcBm9SYLmU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGZo1_e7TDI/AAAAAAAAABo/-mcBm9SYLmU/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972495138802738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOLLOW UP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGZllSRZD2I/AAAAAAAAABg/6czURCEoBHM/s1600-h/Picture+1-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGZllSRZD2I/AAAAAAAAABg/6czURCEoBHM/s400/Picture+1-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216968909589647202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-540624011676182415?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/540624011676182415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=540624011676182415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/540624011676182415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/540624011676182415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dad-wanted-me-to-hook-up-with-girl.html' title='My Dad Wanted me to Hook up with a Girl from TV'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SGZo1_e7TDI/AAAAAAAAABo/-mcBm9SYLmU/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-4218306756953361591</id><published>2008-06-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:44:49.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night...Meh: Love and Fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After work last night, I was pretty excited about going to this art show in Venice.  So around 8:30, Lauren swung by to pick me up, and we headed down there.   I must admit, I am one of the worst backseat drivers.  I just assume that my driving is the best of all the land, and anyone in comparison scares the shit out of me.  I need to learn to relax when it comes to riding in the passenger seat.  I mean, my friends are obviously still alive, and they have probably been driving for close to 10 years if not more, so I should feel confident placing my life in their driving gloved hands. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ANYWAYS, we get to the art gallery and there is a huge crowed surrounding the building.  We look up into the 2nd floor window and we see Teddy Ruxpin sitting there, pimped out, singing some soul music.  Everyone got a kick out of this.  We headed upstairs, passing some taxidermic bees on the wall.  This exhibit was a collection of life size dioramas.  When you arrive upstairs you are greeted by a Bee Keepeers outfit attached to the mirror.  I read that the artist also bee-keeps as a hobby.  Turning the corner, you are transported high into the sky , along with a stuffed fox tied to some balloons with squirrels clinging onto him.  The fox looked to be posed in some creepy, backwards head, exorcist type position.  You are then beckoned by a lulling hum to enter a hallway.  The Hallway is all black, with the exception of a Pimped out walrus head with gold tusks.  You turn to your right and see a sacrifice on the alter ( some sort of mole fetus in a jar).  We go outside on the roof to a children's playroom, featuring a soultry Teddy Ruxpin video.  Then the show was complete.  It was a neat little show, I just wish there was some more art to explore.  It was all over so fast, that our stay at the exhibit was probably a fourth of the driving time.  But, I still had a good time, and it was something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Driving back to my apartment , we pass by an intersection where everyone at the bar cheered us on for the evening. Alright!  To be honest ,we drove by the bar, and we heard a collectively loud "YAAAAAAY", and we could only assume it was for us.  We arrived into my neighborhood, and at this point I turned into a Debby Downer.  Thats right, I started talking about Kim.  I however, have been bottling it up for a long time.  I guess I should be using this journal to talk about these type of things, so I don't have to bottle them up, or lay my problems down on anyone else.  So I started telling Lauren, how I cannot stop thinking about Kim.  Literally, there is not a minute that goes by where I don't think about her.  I have rarely been  mopey or depressed in the last month.  I actually feel really great 90 percent of the time.  BUT, I still think about Kim every goddam minute. Multiply that by the past 2 months, and you get A LOT of minutes!  I can only assume she does not think about me, so it is only natural I need to get passed it.  I mean, I am doing great things with my life right now!  It has been almost 2 months since the breakup.  I think I may be acting like an idiot, when I say I would want to get back together if the opportunity ever arrived. But as the song ponders "Why do Fools Fall in Love"?  I am a cretin for her.  Needless to say, I project my happiness will increase from 90% to 200% when all is in the dust. If people read this journal, I am sorry for laying my problems down on you. It was actually kind of therapeutic to write. AND, I am 99.9% sure she does not read this thing, so I think I am safe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am REALLY looking forward to this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-4218306756953361591?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/4218306756953361591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=4218306756953361591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4218306756953361591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4218306756953361591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-nightmeh-love-and-fools.html' title='Last Night...Meh: Love and Fools'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1229993474462650162</id><published>2008-06-26T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:21:14.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Blog Entry ( skip this one )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last night after work I was supposed to have a very important business meeting.  Lauren and I are in the works on something that has the potential to be HUGE!  Unfortunately due  to unforeseen circumstances ( involving an arm, and possibly a loss of feeling ), we were unable to attend said meeting.  I guess greatness will have to be postponed to a later date.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, After work I came home and did a little workout routine.  I decided to track progress of my studly development visually, through photographs.  I missed day 1 and 2, so I began with day 3.  These pictures will not be posted online, so don't ask! haha.  Who knows what the pervs out there will do with studly pictures of my studly body transformation. hahaha.  ANYWAYS, after the workout, I sat around for a little while, popped in a movie and fell deep into the land of slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tonight I am going to a life size diorama art show.  It looks and sounds like it will be way awesome!  I hope work is not as slow today, as it was yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1229993474462650162?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1229993474462650162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1229993474462650162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1229993474462650162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1229993474462650162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring-blog-entry-skip-this-one.html' title='Boring Blog Entry ( skip this one )'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1809062153500003231</id><published>2008-06-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:39:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are a couple things I am really excited about this week!  Yesterday morning I called and made an appointment to get a Lasik consultation.  They asked me if I was a good candidtate for Lasik, if I would like to have the procedure done the same day.  I said "sure".  SO, come Saturday, I may or may not be shedding my glasses for a new sleek and glamorous Hollywood look! haha.  It will definitely be weird not having my glasses.  I have worn them for so long that they are definitely a part of me.  I will be a little sad to see them go, but there are too many benefits of Lasik, I say "FU Glasses!" (under my breath, so the glasses don't hear me and get offended).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After work, I went and met up with my future Tattoo artist.  He is a friend of a friend from Texas.  The guy seems really rad!  He is an older gentleman.  Very nice, very friendly.  He has a very similar taste in artwork.  He is also a very talented comic book artist.  I am really excited, because I think I found a good match for me!  We discussed a chest piece I want to do, and I am having it done next tuesday!  I couldn't be more thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the tattoo consultation, I headed over to Amoeba to catch the Watson Twins.  Those are two damn talented girls.  They sounded beautiful, and they put on a great show.  It was celebrating their CD release, and I predict the album is going to be a huge hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last night was the "See You Next Tuesday" show at the UCB.  It was good for sure, not great, but good.  The first couple acts were not too funny, but the MC was funny in an odd way, as well as the last few comics.  I have been going to the UCB at least once a week for the past month or so, sometimes twice a week.  Seeing so much stand up and comedy , really makes me want to participate myself.  Same thing goes for all the bands I see.  They are inspiring me to play music. I am holding off on that for a little bit, until a certain friend arrives.... I have a feeling that the music may go over a little better than my comedy. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have a very important business meeting tonight.  Get ready to have the fashion world pull a 360! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1809062153500003231?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1809062153500003231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1809062153500003231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1809062153500003231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1809062153500003231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-things.html' title='Fun Things!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6077583753997017369</id><published>2008-06-24T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:27:56.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G'Day Mate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last night was Chris and Ashlins last night in L.A.  It was great having them here, and getting to hang out with them.   I just wish all my friends would move out to Los Angeles.  Everyone would love it!  I promise!  They just came over and chilled at the apartment for a little while.  It was then  time to take off, and I left them with CJ.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I headed over to Barneys, for some Monday night Karaoke.  It was a little slow at first, but then it picked up real fast and I had a lot of fun!  I sang my standard " Only the Good Die Young" by Billy Joel.  I brought down the house for sure.  Both women AND men were tossing undergarments towards my general direction.  Rarely do I branch away from my standard, but maybe I shall be a little more adventurous in my song stylings next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACCENTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, last night, I met this Australian girl. This was funny, because on Sunday night, Lauren and I were talking about how accents make a person  more attractive, (This lead to me speaking with a "hot" UK accent for the woman at the Taco Bell drive-thru.  Needless to say, I don't think it was a turn on for her, haha)  But, This girl was already cute, don't get me wrong.. still, it is definitely true about the accents....well most accents. haha.  Anyways, Lauren and I were wondering if other countries found the American accent attractive.  So, last night I asked my new Australian friend if this was the case.  Unfortunately, it is not. haha.  She said at one point Australians thought Americans were cool, but since the war in Iraq, they have had a change of opinion.  Sorry America, its going to be that much harder to find yourself a hot Australian girl/guy with a hot australian accent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6077583753997017369?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6077583753997017369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6077583753997017369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6077583753997017369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6077583753997017369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/gday-mate.html' title='G&apos;Day Mate!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7548020466985004651</id><published>2008-06-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:42:31.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was a Cool Pool Party</title><content type='html'>I was not sure what to expect out of yesterday.  I had to wake up really early to go to the airport, But I didn't want to come home and sleep all day and be lazy.  The apartment was unbearable, so I headed over to the Yach's to soak up some of that sweet sweet air-conditioner.  I rode my bike across town and was exhausted from the heat and a little de-hydration.  We chilled in the cool air of the apartment for a little bit, while Lindsey and I waited to go to the House of Blues Pool Party.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THINNER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As I was using the restroom at the Yach's, I noticed a scale in the corner.  I haven't  weighed myself since the beginning of 2008.  I stepped on, and nearly freaked out when it said I was 145 lbs.  I asked Lauren if the scale was correct and she said it was 5 lbs. over, so I actually weighed 5 lbs. less.  140 lbs!!!!! What was wrong with me???  When I moved to L.A.  I weighed 180.  I have lost 40 lbs since I have moved here.  I felt it was kind of unhealthy that I lost that much weight.  But my stomach is tiny and I can't eat much.  PLUS I ride my bike a lot.  Well, I am going to use this lack of weight to start working out harder, and tone some muscle.  I plan on checking out some of the gyms in the area this week.  In a couple months I will be in the best shape of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POOL PARTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was now time for Lindsey and I to head over to the H.O.B. pool party on top of the Hyatt hotel on the Sunset Strip.  This pool party was phenomenal.  The rooftop view was more than breathtaking.  You had a 360 view of  the entire city and the hills.  The pool felt amazing.  Swimming is one of my favorite activities in the world, and I hardly ever get to do it here.  I need more friends who are as gung-ho on swimming as I am.   If I spent everyday on top of the Hyatt rooftop pool, I would be a happy man :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BE KIND REWIND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the pool party, I went back to the Yachs and watched Be Kind Rewind.  A film I have wanted to see for a while.  It was a quite enjoyable movie.  I guess there was only so much you could expect with the concept.  But, I love Michel Gondry, and whatever he dips his fingers into, usually has a hint of gold.  It reached near genius in their movie re-enactments, with their ability to pull off "special fx".  But overall, it is a film you can watch over and over again, but does not necessarily have any depth like Gondry's previous films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MIKEYS BIRTHDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we celebrated Mikeys birthday party with a huge Cinespace bash.  This is a club/restaurant on the Hollywood strip that has potential to be really cool!  The atmosphere was awesome, but a lot of the crowed consisted of douchbagery.  These douchbags are the pretty boy hipster crowed.  God, how I hate the pretty boy hipsters. Their clothes are worth more than the majority of my possessions, and they stand poised with that asshole expression across their face. They use sleaze-ball tactics to pursure every woman in the bar, and in this crowed it works for the most part.  Its not that I am a bitter person, or jealous in any sense.  I am open to every-type of person, and give everyone a shot.  But, when you bare witness to douchebags like this, bathing in douchebagery, you can't help but feel a little since of loathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS,There was an open Vodka bar,  in which I partook in.  It's a rarity to see me drink. haha.  Lemon Sun played as well.  It is always great getting to watch them.  They are such a talented and fun band to watch! Overall, despite the douchebags, it was a VERY FUN evening!  Maybe I will even check out Cinespace again (after I get my pretty boy hipster routine down. ha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, my Birthday is coming up.... Here is a list of a couple things on my want list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WANT LIST ( in no particular order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A gym membership&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. some Tattoo work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Lasik eye surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A Vespa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. To be famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. To fix up my road bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. A Honda Element&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I can get all by the end of 2008.  We shall see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7548020466985004651?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7548020466985004651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7548020466985004651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7548020466985004651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7548020466985004651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-cool-pool-party.html' title='It Was a Cool Pool Party'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-7375269926714829306</id><published>2008-06-22T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:52:18.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonna's Trip</title><content type='html'>GLOBAL WARMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I write this, I have just woken up to find myself drenched in sweat.  The past few days have been sweltering.  The lack of air condition in my apartment makes these conditions near unbearable.  I am sure when this apartment was built in the 60s or 70s, air condition was not a necessity... and for the most part, it is not.  So far I found the summer average to be in the low 80s ( the nights low 60s).  But, you get those couple days out of the month, where global warming kicks your ass, and reminds  you that this state may be floating  off in the near future.  I may find myself leaving the apartment soon, to find an establishment where I can walk/sit in some damn air conditioning.  Grocery stores always seem to be chilly....haha.  I just feel bad for Roxie and her coat of fur.  Poor, Poor, Roxie :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONNA WEEKEND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So this weekend, my friend Lonna  (originally from Texas, and now resides in Utah) came to visit me.  I have already mentioned the Thursday activity, Now, I shall wrap up the weekend.  I worked all day Friday, I planned on leaving early so I could entertain my guest.  But, Friday was one of the few days where I had work to do , pretty much all day.  So, Lonna stopped by and had lunch with me at work.  She, left and I finished out the day.  We had plans to meet up with another group of friends, Chris and Ashlin ( who are visiting from Texas), for dinner that evening.  Lonna really wanted mexican food, since the mexican food in Utah is lacking...haha.  I chose El Compadre off Sunset.  Great restaurant with a great vibe.  It was crazy packed, however, but we decided to sit out the wait.  We Finally get seated about an hour later, and we all agree that it was worth the wait.  After dinner we decide to call it an early night, because we know we have a full day Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saturday was an exhausting day.  We began the day by going to Venice Beach.  When it is this hot outside, the beach is one of the few outdoor places you can go and tolerate the heat.  We walked around a little, had a little meal on the sand, got a little tan, and  decided we were ready to jet out of there.  On the car ride back to Hollywood, we had a funny conversation about how we found it so odd that we used to date ( This was about 6 years ago, haha).  We both agreed how we were not attracted to each-other at all!  Lonna was pretty much my first serious girlfriend, ever. But,  at this point, NEVER in a million years could we ever find ourselves as love  interests, haha.  ANYWAYS,  we arrived home, cleaned up and headed to what we thought would be an awesome movie premiere.   We went to go watch the red carpet for the Wall-E movie premiere.  I figured that would be a nice touristy thing to take her to, and I have yet to go to one myself.  So we wait outside of the greek theatre ( which by the way, is in Griffith Park, an amazing and beautiful getaway located inside the city and a couple miles from my place), for a while.  Finally the limos start arriving.  I didn't recognize a lot of the stars because they were all kids from the Disney Channel.  I only got to see a few of the stars I cared about (such  as Sigourney Weaver, Kevin Smith, Fred Willard, Brad Garrett,  Jeff  Garland ), before we decided it was too hot and too damn boring for us to stay. haha.  We take off and head home, where we rest for about 30 minutes before heading over to the UCB theatre for "Seth and Ed's Puppet Talk Show".  A very funny show featuring Ed Helms.  It was  almost midnight after the show, so we decide to call it a night since Lonna had an early flight.  We sleep for a little bit and wake up at 5:30am to go to the airport.  I drop her off, come back  home  and pass out.  I wake up for a couple minutes, and pass back out.  I wake up again and write this blog you have now finished reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get out of the house ASAP... I know of some fun activities going on, but they do not begin until a little later... maybe if I will be sweating anyways, I will just ride my bike for a little while and make it purposeful sweat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-7375269926714829306?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/7375269926714829306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=7375269926714829306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7375269926714829306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/7375269926714829306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/lonnas-trip.html' title='Lonna&apos;s Trip'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-440953991005044485</id><published>2008-06-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:39:54.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So Last night after work I went over to LAX to pick up my ol' friend Lonna, who I have known since High-school, and is in town for the weekend.  I waited around for a little while, then her plane landed.  She called and asked where I was, and I said by her baggage claim.  Her plane was 80 percent asians, so I figured it wouldn't be hard to spot a red head. haha.  She calls me back and said she was at the baggage claim and did not see me.  So this goes on for a while, and I figure out she is at the wrong baggage claim in another wing...haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every-time I go to the airport, all I can think about is the night I arrived in Texas to move Kim here.  It was really one of the happiest moments of my life.  I never felt anything like that before.  The feeling is indescribable.  Even though we are not together anymore... That specific moment in time was, and still is, so special to me.  Hopefully I will experience something like that again, one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So ANYWAYS, we go back to the apartment and wait to meet up with Chris N. and his girlfriend (who also happen to be in town at the exact same time).  We hang out at the apartment for a lil' bit before going out to eat.  I choose Mel's  Diner , its a perfect touristy type joint to bring some tourists,haha.  It's right on Hollywood and Highland (The center attractions of Hollywood).  Mels' is cool.  I had been inside before, but I had never eaten there.  It is a 50's themed throwback diner.  Paper hats and all! haha.  The food was good,  and it was nice getting to hang out with my friends from out of town.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am not 100 percent sure what is on the agenda for this evening...  I know tonight's festivities shall consist of eating Mexican food. haha.  Tomorrow is a JAM PACKED day, however! Its going to be craaazzzyyyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-440953991005044485?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/440953991005044485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=440953991005044485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/440953991005044485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/440953991005044485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/tourists.html' title='Tourists'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3368111139113749822</id><published>2008-06-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:33:41.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errands 97's</title><content type='html'>So last night after work I was pretty stoked to see the Old 97's at Amoeba.  It was cool getting to see them out here, but they sounded terrible.  Usually the in-stores at Amoeba always sound great.  But last night everything was off, both the band and the sound in general.  Oh well, I had a fun time none the less.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the Show I met up with Lauren to run some errands.  Target for Laundry detergent, Sports Authority for  Bike lights, Best Buy for the Disney Classic' &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110006/"&gt;Heavy weights&lt;/a&gt;.  After our errands we had a quick bite at Wendys.   Dave Thomas would be rolling around in his grave at the sight of the jacked up value meal prices, haha.  Then we headed over to my place where I could do laundry and we could watch the afore mentioned cinematic masterpiece.  Lauren could only make it halfway through before she got too sleepy and had to leave.  She is in for a treat whenever we decide to finish the 2nd half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At this point I still had drying time for my laundry.  The dry cycle finished and all my clothes were still pretty damp.  That is the worst.  It is past midnight and I have to put my clothes on for another dry cycle.  Our Laundry room has one washer and one dryer, I felt bad because I knew someone had clothes ready to be thrown into the dryer.  As I was walking back upstairs, a cute girl was heading into the laundry room.  I informed her that I had to keep my clothes drying  a little longer.  Upstairs I decided to write a post-it-note for her, to put on the washer, apologizing for keeping her up an extra hour. You know, to be cute.  After a little while I was on my way down to get my clothes, when she was walking UP with my clothes in a basket.  She was bringing my clothes to me!  BUT, then she mentioned something about a boyfriend, and that was the end of our laundry room romance, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This morning, I rode my new road bike to work.   Lesson learned, Santa Monica during morning traffic is not a good idea to ride on the road.  Its a flat ride, and I would rather stick to the cruiser going on and off the sidewalk when need be.  I got ran off the road several times, and there are too man freakin pot holes. I will save the road bike for when I can ride without the fear of being hit by a car.  Maybe a bike lane on Santa Monica Blvd would be nice as well. Share the Road Assholes ! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lonna comes in town tonight. She is here for the weekend and I Can't wait to show her L.A.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3368111139113749822?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3368111139113749822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3368111139113749822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3368111139113749822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3368111139113749822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/errands-97s.html' title='Errands 97&apos;s'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1959438126040375719</id><published>2008-06-18T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:42:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something For Everyone.. A Comedy Tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was a good day.  After work I rode over to the bike shop by my house.  Took out a couple of the used road bikes, and I found one that rode like a beauty.  So at a bargain of a price I walked ( or should I say "rode") away with a new/used Niitaka Road Bike.  I was going to post a picture but the file transfer on my phone is being shitty.  I am not a huge fan of the color (It is a royal blue), so I plan on giving it a little paint job.  I am swaying towards white, maybe with  a baby yellow fork?  So, whoever wants to go bike riding, I have a spare to go out with me!  I see Lauren raising her hand. haha.  It was fun riding the new bike home.. walking back to the shop, grabbing my cruiser, and then riding that home.  Good workout yesterday! haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My new Tuesday night ritual takes place at the UCB theatre.  Every tuesday night, they have a free show entitled See You Next Tuesday.  This is a show where several comedians perform, mostly strait forward standup.  Last nights show was a special treat for sure!  This particular show was packed to the brim.. forcing Caleb, Lauren and Myself to sit on stage, a couple feet from the comics looking up at them.  Of course this led to several of the comics picking on me.  Especially the first cute girl comic who totally had a thing for me, haha.  It was pretty amazing getting to see performances from Judd Apatow, special drop in comic Norm Macdonald, and an appearance from Bill Hader!  Totally AWESOME night filled with AWESOME surprises! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After work today I am checking out the Old 97's in-store at Amoeba!  A little Texas pride represent!  Then its time to do mass amounts of laundry. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1959438126040375719?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1959438126040375719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1959438126040375719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1959438126040375719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1959438126040375719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-for-everyone-comedy-tonight.html' title='Something For Everyone.. A Comedy Tonight!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-5938489156531383454</id><published>2008-06-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:38:48.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a rut....again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I guess you can say I had a relapse of thought.  I am afraid to admit it, but I can't go a day without Kim on my mind. Usually, its a fleeting thought here or there. But, yesterday I was TRAPPED.  If you are into boring, ex girlfriend mumbo jumbo, please skip ahead, haha.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For the past month I have constantly been in a good mood.  I have been doing things for myself that I have never done before.  My mind has been so open and clear and positive.  I have met a lot of awesome people. Life is good.  But, yesterday was a downer.   I really missed Kim yesterday.  I don't have any desire to get back together with her...at least at the moment.  But I could not get her off of my mind...all...day....looooonnggg.  Needless to say I was pretty down.  I just need to move on . Its not like I haven't made progress, I am just not completely over it.  I know she is, and I know I should.  It's definitely easier said then done.  But, enough moping... Today is a new day.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know once Josh is here, It will be much easier to take my mind off of her.  I keep myself busy going out every night, and I have A LOT of fun,  but that does not keep my mind from wandering.  So, it will be nice having another one of my best friends, who is into some of the things my other friends are not to keen on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, last night was residency night, and I decided to change up the routine a little and check out The Echo.  So, I met up with Mike and Melissa over yonder.  Never again.  The bands were lame, the crowed was lame ( this is at fault of the lame bands bringing their lame pre pubescent  audience).  But,  it is always nice hanging out with those friends.  I started getting really sleepy during the last band, so it was time to take off and hit the sack.  Next week I shall be checking out the Afternoons last night of residency.  Much awesomeness I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am realllyyy looking forward to tonight's activities! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-5938489156531383454?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/5938489156531383454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=5938489156531383454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5938489156531383454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/5938489156531383454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-rutagain.html' title='In a rut....again'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-1110300086407575630</id><published>2008-06-16T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:25:34.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young at Heart</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day all to myself.   I also think I found a new Sunday ritual....  I woke up,  laid in bed for a little while, cleaned up around the house, called my dad,  you know Sunday stuff.  I was supposed to see several movies this weekend.. The Happening on Friday ( wasn't "happening") Reprise on Saturday ( can't think of a clever pun for not seeing this one ), So, I thought I would take action into my own hands, and go see a movie by myself.  I have wanted to see &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3uOOhm8Fj8"&gt;Young at Heart&lt;/a&gt; for quite some time.  I am a sucker for feel good documentaries.  The film just so happened to be playing at the cheap theatre across town. I don't say dollar theatre because it is actually $3.50.  So I went on a little bike ride to the theatre.  They play great indie films there, and they had "coming soon" posters for a lot of movies I want to see.  So, it was one for Young at Heart.  It was a pretty nice theatre for being the cheap theatre.  They played great music over the system. However, It did smell a little weird at first, haha.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The movie was quite enjoyable.  You cant help but keep a smile when you watch a choir consisting of the elderly (average age 80), singing The Ramones, Sonic Youth, James Brown, The Clash, etc.   And may God have mercy on your soul if you do not shed a tear during Fred Johnson's  rendition of "Fix You" by Coldplay.  Actually you should probably be shedding several tears throughout the movie or you are probably not human.  So I left having a new found respect for the elderly.  I have always found the elderly cute in a lost puppy kind of way, but this film will help you take a second look.  Even on the bike ride home, I was a lot more tolerant of the elderly slowing down my ride, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was planning on seeing ASSSSSSCAT later that night at the UCB theatre , but I was pretty exhausted from the days activities.  I just decided to ride over to taco bell, get a couple of those new Beef, Cheese and Rice burritos,  and enjoy a night in with Roxie and the Sunday night cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-1110300086407575630?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/1110300086407575630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=1110300086407575630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1110300086407575630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/1110300086407575630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/young-at-heart.html' title='Young at Heart'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-2403682615203961729</id><published>2008-06-15T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:22:57.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>Well, I missed writing in this blog yesterday.  How will I accurately portray the lost day?  I hope my memories are not so fleeting....   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make up for Thursday night, I met up with Claire to go see a movie.   The Happening was playing on the Fox Lot that evening, and although I had heard terrible things about it, I was more than willing to pay free dollars to see it.  So CJ gave me his badge and what not to sneak onto the lot.  As we get there a couple informs us that it was too packed, and they would not let any more people in. The conversation ideally would have played like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple: Are you Trying to see The Happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Why, Yes I am fine outstanding citizens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple:  Well, Its not ......"happening"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple: Hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( we slap high five and our heads explode)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- end scene - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Claire and I left to go eat some tasty burritos from Chipotle.  Or, Should I say, I eat and she watches me eat... We then return to my place where we watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0256009/"&gt;The Devils Backbone&lt;/a&gt;.  After the movie we decide to call it a night.  Its a shame we got "Friday the 13th'd" and did not get to see The Happening.  Well, fun night none the less :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CJ and I went on out first official roommate bike ride outing ( not as gay as it sounds).   We rode around town went to Amoeba and a couple thrift stores.  I was a little exhausted afterwards.So, I decided to rest up for the evenings activities.  Tv, Shower, Cigarettes.  Then, it was time to meet up with Stephanie.  We went to a really good mexican restaurant in the Marina Del Ray area.  I think it was called Conquistador... I don't remember, but it was great. and I am fixing to finish the rest of my Taco Burrito after I publish this post.  After Dinner, we went to a "fiesta" birthday party.   This party had all the potential to be way awesome.  Tons of drinks, DJ, food, Awesome atmosphere, lights, everything you could want in a fiesta.  Unfortunately, the party did not live up to its aesthetic value.  If it were my friends, in the same environment, god have mercy on how outrageous this shindig would have been.  So we stay briefly, and decide to call it a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I plan on seeing a movie by myself.   Its been a long long time since I went to the theatre by myself..but, it is actually quite pleasant.  Its not like you are going to talk and hang out during the movie anyways.  So, I am going to ride across town for a little workout, catch a movie, and ride back... sounds like a great Sunday to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I am looking forward to in the next few weeks ( In order of arrival):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lonna's visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chris's visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mom's visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Josh Moving here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The iPhone 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like I have a busy few weeks ahead of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-2403682615203961729?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/2403682615203961729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=2403682615203961729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2403682615203961729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/2403682615203961729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day!'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3911547239173672974</id><published>2008-06-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:40:08.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed when someone gets out of a relationship, their immediate reaction is to go to myspace/facebook, and let the world know they are single.   Not to be a hypocrite, I did it myself.  Its as if the most important thing at the moment is to show your dating status just in case someone stumbles upon your paige with intent on forming a future relationship with  you.  At least I know thats why I did it, haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, last night I went to go meet my buddy at the Cha Cha.  He had been there for a few hours by the time I arrived.  So I get a drink ( which is rare for me, but it felt like one of those nights I guess, haha) and we sit at  the bar and hang out.  He informs me if he does not leave, some craziness may brew.  I guess he was more drunk then he appeared to be.. So he left to go to his car and proceed to take a little nap.  That left me alone at the bar...well not completely alone,  I had my beer and a copy of the L.A. Record. Its hard for me to see why people go to a bar alone..maybe if a drank more I would find the reasoning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the LAST NIGHT Mister Lonely was playing at the dollar theatre near my place.  I was supposed to go with my new friend Claire, but some complications arose and that did not happen.  I was a little bummed that I missed seeing the movie, but we are making it up tonight..as long as there are no more complications, haha.  But who knows... It is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday the 13th.....&lt;/span&gt;oooooooooo.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  If you are really into super fuckin mega creepy dudes... I heard Troy got dumped, Check out&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/troysmixtapeoflove"&gt; Troy's Mixtape of Love&lt;/a&gt; , take my advice and listen to the whole thing!  I am listening to it as I type, and its making me sick...literally..... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3911547239173672974?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3911547239173672974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3911547239173672974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3911547239173672974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3911547239173672974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th..'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-4016425259167244277</id><published>2008-06-12T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:33.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tha Bracelets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SFGbgWi61WI/AAAAAAAAABI/ywad-uaQMo4/s1600-h/thabraceletsdownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SFGbgWi61WI/AAAAAAAAABI/ywad-uaQMo4/s320/thabraceletsdownload.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211117223954535778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tha Bracletes 2006-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never released any albums... until this day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?cy0lsttdl93"&gt;THA BRACELETS: THA DEMO ALBUM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-4016425259167244277?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/4016425259167244277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=4016425259167244277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4016425259167244277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/4016425259167244277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/tha-bracelets.html' title='Tha Bracelets'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SFGbgWi61WI/AAAAAAAAABI/ywad-uaQMo4/s72-c/thabraceletsdownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-754196757716896418</id><published>2008-06-11T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:36:13.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Bone</title><content type='html'>I just received a funny phone call here at work. So, yesterday we had a crazy day.  It was a constant car circus, running around moving our cars all day to make room for the clients.  I rode over to our remote parking lot with the receptionist, Erin. On the way, she backed up from a stop sign into a car.   This was the tiniest bump in the history of fender benders.  If it wasnt for a woman getting out of the other car, I would have never even noticed we hit anyone.  Anyways, I just got a phone call from her insurance company asking if I was "ok."  I guess its their job to ask, but its like hitting my funny bone on my desk, and he doctor calling to see If I am ok...  After typing this, I realized this story is not funny.  Please disregard anything you may have just read.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Night after work  I did a little goodwill shopping.. I was mainly looking for bikes, but they did not have much in that department.  I have been looking at craigslist lately for a road bike.  The road bike would be my weekday bike, and the cruiser my weekend, take to the beach, bike.  I just need something for long long distance riding.  Something to take me through hills as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, I went over to Trevors for Birthday celebration day 3.  It involved Friends, Beer Pong,  Catchphrase, and Cigarettes.   Good times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-754196757716896418?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/754196757716896418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=754196757716896418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/754196757716896418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/754196757716896418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-bone.html' title='Funny Bone'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-3909995593988902156</id><published>2008-06-10T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:50:26.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much...</title><content type='html'>Not much has happened in the past day.  But, I am extremely dedicated to writing in this blog, I will write regardless.  If future me is reading this entry, feel free to skip past this chapter.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday after work I decided to get in a little exercise before my monday night ritual at Spaceland.  So I whip out the exercise ball ( disregard how that sounds), and CJ's perfect push up things.  I do a short little work out, then it is time to shower and go out.  I started the night at Spaceland, and caught a couple good bands.  I was happy to be surprised by Mike and Mel showing up.  It was good getting to hang out with them for a little while.  Then it was off to Barneys for Karaoke.  When I told a girl at Spaceland I was heading over to Barneys, she called it a frat bar.  She asked " Why would you want to go to a frat bar? you are not the frat type.." Barney's is a every person bar. People can be judgmental I guess, myself included...But, I am working on it!  My friend Kate runs karaoke there on Monday nights, so it used to be a ritual that all my "OU" friends meet every monday.  I am happy to start this tradition again.  It was a jovial time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been crazy busy today.  I cannot wait to get out of here.  Only a couple more hours to go.  I am watching the second hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-3909995593988902156?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/3909995593988902156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=3909995593988902156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3909995593988902156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/3909995593988902156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-much.html' title='Not Much...'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-6138236355797544834</id><published>2008-06-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:49:42.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprived Party Weekend 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;BIKES&lt;/div&gt;Saturday was CJ's big day to purchase a bike.  We checked out a bike shop in Burbank, and they had some pretty cool bikes.  Quite pricey however! So, I recommended we check out Sports Authority, you know, just to see what they have going on in the bike department.  We spent what seemed an eternity in there little selection of bikes.  There was a little emerald green number that caught CJs' eye.  It had a great "sale" sticker on it.  Half  off to be exact.   And, after a little bit of debating over the inventory.. CJ decided this was the bike for him... And we were off.  It's weird spending soooo much time in one tiny section of a giant store.  As we were heading towards checkout,  It felt weird passing by so much neglected stock.  I almost forgot where I was for a moment.  So, this my friends, is the story of CJs' California bike purchase adventure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TREVORS' BIRTHDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back home from bike shopping, it was time for me to ride over to Trevors' birthday BBQ.  When I first arrived, it was pre party and not too many people there..  I was unsure how the party would turn out.  For the first hour or 2 it was a little slow...But, I guess it was still pre-party hour.  It did not take long after that to get things flowing.  A LOT of new faces showed up.  I have a problem of judging people too quickly based on their appearance.  But just as the fraternity party on Friday night, I met some really cool people I normally would avoid.   Maybe alcohol may induce such kindness?  I did spend 45 minutes talking to this dude about luxury watches....None the less, we partied, and partied hard at that...partied until the sun came up.  It has been a long while since I partied until the sun came up. I always hate the feeling of going to sleep with the sun rising.  It leads to blah day, which brings us to yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SWIM PARTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This swim party was something I had been looking forward to for a while.... A Beverly Hills swim party in the hollywood hills.  I took my friend Stephanie.  When we arrived there were no cars, so I though something was up.  I guess I thought we were arriving fashionably late, but I wasn't in-store for how fashionable the other guests would be... It was a beautiful house, with a gorgeous pool and backyard, and perfect sunday weather.  Slowly over the next hour people began to trickle in.  I knew very few people there, but I was ready to make new friends as I did all weekend!  The crowed pretty much consisted entirely of "hipsters".   In L.A. there are 2 type of hipsters.  So far, all I have conversed with are the super friendly nice hipsters...BUT these were the OTHER hipsters... hipsters who have money and/or like to exclude everyone.  These my friends, are the douche-bag hipsters...  We tried talking to several people only to get the cold shoulder.  They like to talk to their friends, and if you are not their friend, you better get the hell out of their way!  These people have no interest in meeting someone new.  Needless to say, that encouraged a faster exit.  At least the food was AMAZING! Thank you AJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I can't complain too much.  This was an exceptional weekend with old friends and new ones!  I just could of used a little more sleep, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-6138236355797544834?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/6138236355797544834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=6138236355797544834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6138236355797544834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/6138236355797544834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleep-deprived-party-weekend-2008.html' title='Sleep Deprived Party Weekend 2008'/><author><name>Skip Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02088236216823340797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TMTddVQ2lLM/SI9e_zy7CmI/AAAAAAAAADw/XjwHtPAxLMQ/S220/l_c35f11fa2cb58fe73eb6b44cd497a6a5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339146068743179553.post-8694587516977182138</id><published>2008-06-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:53:44.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude...Bro... Frat Party!</title><content type='html'>So last night, I went with Stephanie, Joe, and Dingus (in town from Florida), to a frat party in the Marina Del Ray area.  I am going to start off my saying it was much much much more fun then I would have ever expected.  The neighborhood was beautiful with mutli million-dollar beach front homes.  I always enjoy any opportunity I have to go to these homes, because they are just so damn cool.  haha.  When we arrived, it looked to be your typical frat party, with guys playing beer pong, girls in promiscuous outfits (even in the cold), everyone pretty wasted.  This was at 10 o' clock... where I come from, parties don't even begin until midnight practically.   So, it was a little bit of an awkward start at first.  There were tons of people and I felt a little like an alien.  But, after a few minutes into it,  I realized how nice everyone was.  I had so many different people come up and talk to me.  I think the tattoos were the attention getter, haha.  I was not really expecting, or used to, being approached by so many people wanting to meet me.  It was pretty rad.  So, we stayed for a little while, met cool people, had good conversation (always one of my favorite things), and even saw a boobie, haha.  After the party, we ate a late night dinner at this place called Du-Par.  Its a little 24 hour diner at the grove on fairfax.. Decent food, kind of a weird ambiance.  I don't see myself eating there anytime soon.  So, In conclusion, A great evening!  I have been having a lot of those lately... and, it only continues tonight with Trevors' birthday party, and tomorrow with the Beverly Hills Swim Party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339146068743179553-8694587516977182138?l=skiparnold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/feeds/8694587516977182138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339146068743179553&amp;postID=8694587516977182138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8694587516977182138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339146068743179553/posts/default/8694587516977182138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiparnold.blogspot.com/2008/06/dudebro-frat-party.html' title='Dude...Bro... 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