<?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-595510739450614699</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:00:00.301-07:00</updated><category term='Coffee'/><category term='plants'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='unusual'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='trees'/><category term='alien'/><title type='text'>Stick You!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748408061283577244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuiyvVQgjI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTpl5529vGM/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595510739450614699.post-3206341936593569809</id><published>2009-06-10T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:14:11.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonsai! To be or not to be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/Si94m70HfhI/AAAAAAAAADg/HAv3DtVcg_k/s1600-h/Bonsai_Sing_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/Si94m70HfhI/AAAAAAAAADg/HAv3DtVcg_k/s400/Bonsai_Sing_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345623892998716946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonsai plants are incredible. The fact that they have been completely manipulated by human hands does bug me a little but they are fascinating. Miniature versions of their big brothers, and sisters. As I write this I'm not sure how I feel about nature being screwed with like this. Retarding the potential of something so grand as a tree. Maybe its just another way humankind wishes to display its power over its environment. It seems, in fact, evidence to contradict the statement that was once proclaimed that modern humans are the most adaptive of all the species and hence have become the most prominent on the planet. It seems that humankind has achieved a certain amount of expertise in manipulating their surroundings to suit themselves is what I say. Bad humans! Leave your planet alone. Stick you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595510739450614699-3206341936593569809?l=stickyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3206341936593569809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595510739450614699&amp;postID=3206341936593569809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/3206341936593569809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/3206341936593569809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/bonsai-to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='Bonsai! To be or not to be....'/><author><name>Chops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748408061283577244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuiyvVQgjI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTpl5529vGM/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/Si94m70HfhI/AAAAAAAAADg/HAv3DtVcg_k/s72-c/Bonsai_Sing_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595510739450614699.post-8618029635020414381</id><published>2009-06-07T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:54:48.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unusual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Nature you crazy thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuOTrgDGvI/AAAAAAAAABE/bpg4M-gPOxA/s1600-h/Pod_Sing_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuOTrgDGvI/AAAAAAAAABE/bpg4M-gPOxA/s400/Pod_Sing_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344521851551030002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we witness nature all around us every day, albeit mostly going unnoticed, every now-and-again it throws up a peculiarity, a something out-of-the-ordinary but as with all that nature springs it is something of beauty. I have a fondness for photographing flowers and other flora types whether it be trees, parts of trees or otherwise. Here is a wee gem I discovered in a garden in Singapore. It is but one of thousands of wonders in this garden but for the moment this is the one I will share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595510739450614699-8618029635020414381?l=stickyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8618029635020414381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595510739450614699&amp;postID=8618029635020414381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/8618029635020414381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/8618029635020414381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/nature-you-crazy-thing.html' title='Nature you crazy thing'/><author><name>Chops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748408061283577244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuiyvVQgjI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTpl5529vGM/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuOTrgDGvI/AAAAAAAAABE/bpg4M-gPOxA/s72-c/Pod_Sing_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595510739450614699.post-673917345081116757</id><published>2008-09-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:53:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Always Shines in L.A.</title><content type='html'>It does you know. I'm here and it is definitely shining and has been since I arrived. Admittedly that was only a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting patiently for my set of Imperial humbuckers from Jason Lollar. He makes incredible sounding pickups so there's plenty to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595510739450614699-673917345081116757?l=stickyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/feeds/673917345081116757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595510739450614699&amp;postID=673917345081116757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/673917345081116757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/673917345081116757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/sun-always-shines-in-la.html' title='The Sun Always Shines in L.A.'/><author><name>Chops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748408061283577244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuiyvVQgjI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTpl5529vGM/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595510739450614699.post-5373168331833575649</id><published>2008-04-19T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:28:38.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Queen Adreena 'Pretty Like Drugs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqERBkwBSsY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqERBkwBSsY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concrete Blonde 'Still in Hollywood'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDE4LHpK9dU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDE4LHpK9dU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Rounds 'Pleasant Smell'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C9ChjtiIkss&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C9ChjtiIkss&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595510739450614699-5373168331833575649?l=stickyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5373168331833575649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595510739450614699&amp;postID=5373168331833575649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/5373168331833575649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/5373168331833575649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Chops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748408061283577244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuiyvVQgjI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTpl5529vGM/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595510739450614699.post-1956746626478736499</id><published>2008-03-27T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:18:25.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Your Child's Life First</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable! Driving down the road the other day I bore witness to the craziest display of stupidity I've seen in some time. This woman with her push chair with child safely tucked inside stepped out from between two parked cars into a busy street. This sounds all well and good doesn't it? Not exactly. Now I've heard of putting your child's life ahead of your own but when you stick it out into oncoming traffic ahead of yourself that's plain insanity! What the hell was she thinking!? Luckily the car, that I was sure was destined to flatten the poor child, stopped in time. But get this. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dumbarse&lt;/span&gt; of a woman carried on into the next lane of traffic!!! Hell's teeth! &lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt; had to stop for her as well! Call about shit-for-brains. To all oxygen-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thieves&lt;/span&gt; who decide to bare offspring in a hope to better their own sad existence - Stick You!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595510739450614699-1956746626478736499?l=stickyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1956746626478736499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595510739450614699&amp;postID=1956746626478736499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/1956746626478736499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/1956746626478736499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/putting-your-childs-life-first.html' title='Putting Your Child&apos;s Life First'/><author><name>Chops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748408061283577244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuiyvVQgjI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTpl5529vGM/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595510739450614699.post-3347830389406888900</id><published>2008-03-15T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:45:59.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>My Kingdom for a coffee frother!!</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought it would become a major event, like no other, in search of a milk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frother&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you who don't have a clue what I'm talking about: it's a battery-powered gizmo you stick in your mug of warm milk. Turn it on and a little whisk spins to create sweet foam. Pretty simple. Call me fussy. Shit - call me whatever the hell you want. I have no idea who you are. The point I'm poorly making is that I like my coffee to have foam. Not a lot of foam mind you. I don't want a party in it. I just like it smooth. Which I would like to mention seems to be beyond most coffee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;baristas &lt;/span&gt;in the known world. Correct me if I'm wrong but I think you know what I'm talking about. You ask for a flat white and you get a mountain of sewage-style foam spilling over the edge of your somewhat lame excuse for a coffee. Does flat not mean "flat" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; if you're struggling with that one). Anyway, to buy a coffee can be a disappointment not to mention an expense. Hell I was sucked into paying 7 dollars for what I was lead to believe would be an orgasm in a cup. The only spasm I experienced was trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;justify&lt;/span&gt; opening my wallet. Thankfully it was not too bad an experience.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the coffee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frother&lt;/span&gt;. Did I mention I wanted a red one? Well I wanted a red one and it has nothing to do with going faster - dumb-arse. I'm trying to collect shit that actually matches colour. Another story. Looking for said device required car travel. Unfortunately there is nothing within walking distance. Well not close enough for me to be arsed walking anyway. And have you seen petrol prices?! Suppose I should have at least biked. Well I was in a hurry so the bike was out of the question. I visited the obvious department stores thinking this would be my be my best bet. O no! Don't be ridiculous. I got these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spasticated&lt;/span&gt; looks from the staff trying to understand what I was talking about. I use the term "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spasticated&lt;/span&gt;" to merely describe the visual side of my experience and am in no way referencing any form of mental state. I did however get educated on the pros of your modern-day milkshake maker and "stick beater". Hours had passed and I tell you I really needed a coffee. I think I failed to mention earlier that I make coffee at home with one of those little Italian-style stove-top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;percolators&lt;/span&gt;. Brilliant invention.&lt;br /&gt;In a last-ditch attempt I went to a store that sells mostly furniture and clothes. I asked at the information desk whether they had what I was looking for. They actually knew what I was talking about!! But unfortunately they hadn't seen anything like that for some time. "People tend to buy coffee these days". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arghhh&lt;/span&gt;! Then a lovely older woman said she thought she had seen some somewhere. I wasn't about to hold my breath for her memory to kick back in. But to my astonishment she brought out a box with a load of them! And they were RED!!! Holy shit! Can you believe that. So I bought two. I wasn't prepared to go through all that crap again any time soon. Lucky I did 'cause one of the bloody things didn't work properly!&lt;br /&gt;Well I had my coffee (which I made a bloody terrible job of) and resided to the fact that the world is still far from right when you can't even make yourself a decent cup.&lt;br /&gt;To all those coffee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;connoisseurs&lt;/span&gt; who think they know better.....Stick You!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595510739450614699-3347830389406888900?l=stickyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3347830389406888900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595510739450614699&amp;postID=3347830389406888900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/3347830389406888900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/3347830389406888900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-kingdom-for-coffee-frother.html' title='My Kingdom for a coffee frother!!'/><author><name>Chops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748408061283577244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuiyvVQgjI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTpl5529vGM/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-595510739450614699.post-7065384642364697590</id><published>2008-03-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:41:07.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People suck.</title><content type='html'>I'm continually amazed by the quality of the oxygen theives accompanying us all on this media driven size-reduced rock of a world. What is it with people? At least once a day I am exposed to something that makes me wonder how the hell we have managed to not kill each other to extinction over the years. It's not that &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people are moronic, ungrateful, obnoxious, selfish, arrogant or naive. It's just that people appear to be happy with getting ahead at the expense of others.&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins.......stick you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/595510739450614699-7065384642364697590?l=stickyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7065384642364697590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=595510739450614699&amp;postID=7065384642364697590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/7065384642364697590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/595510739450614699/posts/default/7065384642364697590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/people-suck.html' title='People suck.'/><author><name>Chops</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748408061283577244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26wm5vXyU-8/SiuiyvVQgjI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTpl5529vGM/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
