<?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-7950740345643722560</id><updated>2011-07-17T22:22:12.968-04:00</updated><category term='Kari'/><category term='Eggman'/><category term='Sta'/><category term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>Spunkytown</title><subtitle type='html'>Now with 30% more spunk!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-7119918785028161047</id><published>2010-01-17T17:21:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:27:20.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Review - FOR JUSTICE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The world today is in a sorry state. The badassery of law has been ruined by local commercials everywhere. You know, the ones with those mopey lawyers who want to get you fifty bucks because you got bit by a Schnauzer. You wanna know what law was like back in the good old days, you talk to this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/S2XEzwJQicI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HqgYuvvluyU/s1600-h/Phoenix-Wright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/S2XEzwJQicI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HqgYuvvluyU/s320/Phoenix-Wright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432964918868478402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out that glorious coif. Marvel at that monster finger that appears to be longer than his head. Behold the wonder of those impossible eyebrows. Now listen. Really listen. You can hear his shout, can't you? Make no mistake, this is merely a picture for your eyeballs. But the rules of sight and sound do not apply to Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney). Nothing can contain or suppress the passion that flows forth from that purple abyss of a mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and guess how many Schnauzer's are in this g--ZERO! Sorry, I couldn't wait. Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney) doesn't mess around with dog bites or slips in a neighbor's shower (it happens). Every single case he takes is a murder case. And every single case he takes has killer SNES boss music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ew1Nr5rHQn0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ew1Nr5rHQn0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney) doesn't face off against any old Barry Feinstein or Todd Frampton who comes in off the street. They aren't capable of prompting such phat beats. Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney) throws down with only the most kick-assly named prosecutors in the land. Check it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINSTON PAYNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILES EDGEWORTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MANFRED VON KARMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/S2XGkG2JrXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/stMF_Js60dY/s1600-h/Manfred_von_Karma_OA.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/S2XGkG2JrXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/stMF_Js60dY/s320/Manfred_von_Karma_OA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432966849107701106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He's kind of a dick, but those ruffles are exquisite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In this world of extreme lawyerage, all prosecutors are assholes for prosecuting. And yet Phoenix Wright's (Ace Attorney...'s) main method of defending his client always involves accusing someone else of murder. Because he just doesn't give a fuck.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RATING: 5 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7950740345643722560-7119918785028161047?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7119918785028161047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/phoenix-wright-ace-attorney-review-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/7119918785028161047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/7119918785028161047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/phoenix-wright-ace-attorney-review-for.html' title='Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Review - FOR JUSTICE!'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/S2XEzwJQicI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HqgYuvvluyU/s72-c/Phoenix-Wright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-7763696466254089752</id><published>2010-01-07T05:34:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:18:43.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>The Justin Bieber Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hey, watch this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27bb4efab4c27152" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27bb4efab4c27152%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330245174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E1D0B12A66D3410465E640679A4A6B87139EEC3.49448CE38D40F74A5E4AC895A1C40F5621DB7AEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27bb4efab4c27152%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcUJbo2qR1yp-e7oVrpb8ux0JAIw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27bb4efab4c27152%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330245174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E1D0B12A66D3410465E640679A4A6B87139EEC3.49448CE38D40F74A5E4AC895A1C40F5621DB7AEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27bb4efab4c27152%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcUJbo2qR1yp-e7oVrpb8ux0JAIw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I guess we should start from the beginning here. The video opens with a lesbian doing some kind of weird little shimmy. Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen a move like that before. I hesitate to even give it a name because it so actively defies description. I shall simply call it The Bieber. Please folks, DO NOT ATTEMPT THE BIEBER. No joke there. Oh by the way, that lesbian is actually Justin Bieber, a fifteen year old boy. Remember that he's fifteen. It will come into play later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And now he's singing. I feel a little uncomfortable with this kid singing at my face. Looking at me with those eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now we're heading to the "Kleen-o-matic," which is the worst name for a laundromat I've ever heard. Although it's an all right name for a "laundrymat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In walks a woman with her laundry. She looks to be about 25. And there's Justin sitting in the corner, checking her out. No surprise. He is 15 after all. But then she starts checking him out. And flashing flirty smiles. This is the "one less lonely girl" that Justin is referring to. Like it or not. Not, I assume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If picking up women were as easy as raiding Ellen DeGeneres' closet and strolling into a laundromat with an acoustic guitar, then... Well, I don't really know what the end of that sentence was going to be, but the point is that it doesn't fucking work. Maybe for Ellen DeGeneres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So okay, she purposely drops her scarf. What's he supposed to do with a scarf? Have you ever tried using a woman's scarf to masturb--  Oh, I see. It's the reward at the end of Justin's stupidly elaborate scavenger hunt. He's involved several people around the neighborhood, all of whom he'll see again when they're called to the stand during the inevitable statutory rape trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And it's around this point that I finally notice Justin is wearing lipstick. I don't have much to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So she's picking up these notes that say things like "I'll give you flowers (since they were all out of Yu-Gi-Oh stickers)" and "I'll make every moment magical (as soon as I hit puberty.)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then... they meet. If I could draw a comparison here, the previous three minutes have been like climbing to the top of a roller coaster. We are now there. But we know that this roller coaster ends with us plunging into an ocean of molten despair. Keep your arms inside the vehicle, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He has her scarf. He drapes it around her neck and pulls her close. They are dancing now. I'm talking slow dancing. He's not busting out The Bieber here. They are so close, their noses are touching. And he's singing to her. He is singing these words: "Let me inside your world." And just before her world-vagina is penetrated by his star-penis, we cut to Justin back on the street. "Only you, shawty," he says. He then giggles and walks away, reminding us of the idiot child he is. I need a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Justin Bieber's album My World (Part I) is in stores now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-7763696466254089752?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7763696466254089752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/justin-bieber-huh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/7763696466254089752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/7763696466254089752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/justin-bieber-huh.html' title='The Justin Bieber Experience'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-4564486485319737134</id><published>2009-03-28T16:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:13:30.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>Padma Lakshmi Is An Ungodly Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That paper may not have been my best work, Ms. Lakshmi, but just what in the hell is your malfunction? Instead of constructive criticism, you saw fit to vandalize my work with degrading and demoralizing personal attacks. And the racism, Ms. Lakshmi? For shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sc6M-jjToWI/AAAAAAAAADY/yZPKxGMzYgw/s1600-h/242034928_659512389c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sc6M-jjToWI/AAAAAAAAADY/yZPKxGMzYgw/s320/242034928_659512389c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318343216294240610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does it make you feel big, Padma? Does the feeling you get when you crush someone's spirit help you get through the day? And just because you tore up the offending pieces of paper doesn't mean they didn't exist. I know what you wrote. You know what you wrote. And I won't rest until you've been banned from every teaching institution in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This might have all been a dream. I like your show.&lt;/span&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/7950740345643722560-4564486485319737134?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4564486485319737134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/padma-lakshmi-is-ungodly-bitch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/4564486485319737134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/4564486485319737134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/padma-lakshmi-is-ungodly-bitch.html' title='Padma Lakshmi Is An Ungodly Bitch'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sc6M-jjToWI/AAAAAAAAADY/yZPKxGMzYgw/s72-c/242034928_659512389c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-5469096600813287864</id><published>2009-02-28T21:14:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:31:59.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>Dead Space Review - In Space, No One Can Hear You Get Cut In Half  Four Hundred Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If your girlfriend were stuck on a spaceship with an entire legion of reanimated nasty mutated stabby corpses, would you try to rescue her? Before you answer, you should know they look kinda like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SatFHvLgD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/nC99aQ8QdCY/s1600-h/Leaper_render06--article_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SatFHvLgD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/nC99aQ8QdCY/s320/Leaper_render06--article_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308412585012367298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He has a great personality though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The producers of the game studied photos of car crash victims in order to make the corpses more realistic. HELL YES, I'M READY FOR SOME FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;WARNING: If your objective is to have fun, do not select Hard Mode. I selected Hard Mode because I am a true man, and I spent the next 20-30 hours getting torn asunder. See, your character has this thick suit and helmet on while everyone else on the ship is dressed in their PJs. You may be confused by this at first, but as you play through the game, you realize it's because your body seems to have been hastily constructed out of K'NEX. And whenever you die, the camera remains intensely focused on your crotch for some reason. At least your penis is still intact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Don't expect the enemies to take it easy on you just because you're made of graham crackers. These are in fact some of the most diabolically migraine-inducing enemies you may ever encounter. Let's take a look at my five most hated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;#5 - Lurkers AKA Tentacle Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SatMHdTNBNI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZAkBM7tKJ9g/s1600-h/656px-Concept_crouching_lurker_download_052308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SatMHdTNBNI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZAkBM7tKJ9g/s320/656px-Concept_crouching_lurker_download_052308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308420276794229970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you shoot the hell out of some dead babies; let's try and get past it. These little tykes climb on the walls and ceiling and shoot tentacle missiles at you. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BABIES ON THIS SHIP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;#4 - Brutes AKA Big-Ass Mofos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sa98Y1e7-fI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RadWfWTbYEo/s1600-h/800px-Brute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sa98Y1e7-fI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RadWfWTbYEo/s320/800px-Brute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309599251808647666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Run. Run away now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 - Dividers AKA Prepare for the Wackness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sa-AWDn-7qI/AAAAAAAAADA/qlcg3Ik41C0/s1600-h/800px-Divider_before_death.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sa-AWDn-7qI/AAAAAAAAADA/qlcg3Ik41C0/s320/800px-Divider_before_death.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309603602111590050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dudes aren't anything special until you shoot them a few times. Then they divide. Oh, how they divide. You don't know fear until you've been attacked by a disembodied pair of legs. And if the head gets a hold of you, it'll rip your own head off and take its place. Fine, enjoy my body. We'll see how you like my brittle bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 - Infectors AKA Game Ruiners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sa-EuMg9caI/AAAAAAAAADI/5fO-bkWveCI/s1600-h/Dsnawinfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sa-EuMg9caI/AAAAAAAAADI/5fO-bkWveCI/s320/Dsnawinfect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309608414861423010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being ridiculously gross-looking, fighting these things isn't all that bad. Sure, they can latch onto dead bodies and turn them into monsters, but there's a simple way to prevent this from ever happening. Every ten seconds of playing the game, you'll find a dead body. Stomp it into a jelly. "THE INFECTORS ARE COMING!" I would often scream hysterically, as my boot came down on their heads again and again. Turns out there are only like four infectors in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 - Guardians AKA Shut The Hell Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sa-JDT9_whI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OUtdTft26ok/s1600-h/Guardian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/Sa-JDT9_whI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OUtdTft26ok/s320/Guardian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309613175686021650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you come across one of these, it'll start screaming at you. Go ahead and shit your pants now. These guys have gaping holes where you wish their stomachs would be. They shoot little dudes out of their stomachs, and those dudes shoot missiles at you. If you get too close to the guardian, a tenatacle will rocket out of its stomach hole and tear your head off. You have to shoot off all six of its tentacles which are constantly moving around, while also dealing with the little missile dudes and, oh yeah, THE MOTHERFUCKING SCREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fun game though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;VERDICT: 8 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7950740345643722560-5469096600813287864?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5469096600813287864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-space-review-in-space-no-one-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/5469096600813287864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/5469096600813287864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-space-review-in-space-no-one-can.html' title='Dead Space Review - In Space, No One Can Hear You Get Cut In Half  Four Hundred Times'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SatFHvLgD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/nC99aQ8QdCY/s72-c/Leaper_render06--article_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-4775824131127541570</id><published>2009-02-10T13:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:42:59.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>A Straight Man's Love for Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, it's true. I'm straight. But more relevantly, I love Gossip Girl. Could they have come up with a girlier name for a show, by the way? Unicorn Flower Ovary Princess, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SZHPGiM1OyI/AAAAAAAAACI/F8zEjhzGBek/s1600-h/gossip_girl_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SZHPGiM1OyI/AAAAAAAAACI/F8zEjhzGBek/s320/gossip_girl_38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301245947558574882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's about gossip and a girl, you say? Whoops, where'd my testicles go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But why do I love it so much? Well, let me sum up the most recent episode for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair Waldorf, the queen of the bitch clique in this rich kids' high school, decides to humiliate the new teacher Ms. Carr because she gave her a B on her paper. She sees Ms. Carr and Dan Humphrey, the not rich kid, chatting in the hallway and spreads a rumor that they're boning each other. Serena van der Woodsen, Dan's girlfriend, chooses to believe this rumor because she's looking for a reason to break up. You see, it turns out Dan's father (Rufus) and Serena's mother (Lily) once had a kid together. Everyone thinks he died in a boating accident but he actually didn't. Anyway, Rufus and Lily just started going out again. So things are a bit weird between Dan and Serena, you see. Dan and Ms. Carr end up talking at some point after school because she's freaking out about possibly losing her job. She cries a little bit and Dan tries to comfort her, and this is when Serena decides to show up and it totally looks like they're about to kiss so she snaps a picture of them on her phone and leaves. Meanwhile, Blair's dad is worried that what Blair said is grounds for slander or libel or whatever, but Blair insists that it's true. Because she has to get into Yale AT ANY COST. So there's a huge PTA meeting and it seems like no one can prove anything, but wait, here comes Serena with the photo. She gives it to Blair (oh yeah, they're BFF) who presents it to the PTA-ers and shit goes down. The consensus is that Ms. Carr will be fired. So Dan goes to see Ms. Carr to apologize for getting her fired and whatnot. But since she doesn't teach him anymore, they have sex. As they're doing it, the school decides they don't want to risk a lawsuit so they end up not firing Ms. Carr after all. Uh-oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, and there's also a sub-plot about Chuck Bass, the mega-womanizer who wears scarves, discovering his late father was involved in a super-secret sex cabal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I rest my case.&lt;/span&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/7950740345643722560-4775824131127541570?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4775824131127541570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/straight-mans-love-for-gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/4775824131127541570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/4775824131127541570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/straight-mans-love-for-gossip-girl.html' title='A Straight Man&apos;s Love for Gossip Girl'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SZHPGiM1OyI/AAAAAAAAACI/F8zEjhzGBek/s72-c/gossip_girl_38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-3945940293199292736</id><published>2009-01-12T09:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:45:08.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Janeane Garofalo's character is exactly what Chloe would be like if she were in any way amusing or likeable. I once said there was no room for humor on 24, but you have proven me wrong, Janeane. You'll be dead in about four episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Slumdog Millionaire won one of those Golden Ball things in every category it was nominated, including best drama. Suck it, movies I didn't see! Revolutionary Road? More like "Revolutionary Choad". The Curious Case of Benjamin Button? More like "The Curious Face of Benjamin Butt-on". The Reader? More like "What the fuck is The Reader?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I don't really have a third musing. What to do? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWteLCPDwuI/AAAAAAAAACA/qy4ckBnFb6o/s1600-h/HPIM0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWteLCPDwuI/AAAAAAAAACA/qy4ckBnFb6o/s320/HPIM0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425730948383458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;- AHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-3945940293199292736?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3945940293199292736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/3945940293199292736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/3945940293199292736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWteLCPDwuI/AAAAAAAAACA/qy4ckBnFb6o/s72-c/HPIM0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-3937479272585665439</id><published>2009-01-04T04:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:12:46.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>Persona 4 Review - Murder!! (and penis monsters)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWCJE39gGuI/AAAAAAAAABI/HkxxLykT_gs/s1600-h/Persona_4_-_Japanese_Boxart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWCJE39gGuI/AAAAAAAAABI/HkxxLykT_gs/s320/Persona_4_-_Japanese_Boxart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287376679367351010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;WARNING: This game is rated M for Mature and should only be played by persons over the age of 17. According to the back of the box, reasons for this include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Alcohol Reference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Animated Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Partial Nudity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sexual Themes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now, I don't wanna be the one to tell the fine folks over at the Entertainment Software Rating Board how to do their jobs, but I would have also included the following descriptors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Massive Gender Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Monster Strippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Statutory Rape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Gayest Level Ever Seen In A Video Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And... I can't think of anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWCMUQRwefI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f2y8x89L-h8/s1600-h/p3mara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWCMUQRwefI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f2y8x89L-h8/s320/p3mara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287380242127682034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh yeah, the penis monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anyhoo, beneath the penis monsters and whatnot lies a good, old-fashioned murder mystery. You see, people are getting kidnapped and thrown into TVs. Oh yeah, there's a world inside the TV. It's all foggy in there. And then the fog moves from the TV world to the real world and the person in the TV dies. And the body gets sent to the real world. Oh, and the murderer's next victim shows up on TV before they get kidnapped. And after. But only when it's raining outside. And only at midnight. And the world in the TV is formed by the people who go there. Their suppressed thoughts and feelings take on a physical form, you see. Uh, what else? There's a big talking stuffed bear going through an identity crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So for half of the game, you're hanging around your small little town, making friends and girlfriends (am I right, playa?) and having a gay old time. That is, when they're not telling you about their incredibly depressing lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Hmmm, should I hang out with the promiscuous teen idol who probably wants to bang me, or should I go swallow razorblades with the guy whose sister just got murdered? THIS IS QUITE THE PUZZLER." -- Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And for the other half of the game, you go fight monsters and rescue people who get thrown into the TV world. And you get to create your own monsters to fight those monsters. It's kinda like Pokemon but with more penises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWCX23p9yhI/AAAAAAAAABY/v2DJk3z0Ntk/s1600-h/pikamara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWCX23p9yhI/AAAAAAAAABY/v2DJk3z0Ntk/s320/pikamara.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287392931441658386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;VERDICT: 10 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-3937479272585665439?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3937479272585665439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/persona-4-review-murder-and-penis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/3937479272585665439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/3937479272585665439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/persona-4-review-murder-and-penis.html' title='Persona 4 Review - Murder!! (and penis monsters)'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SWCJE39gGuI/AAAAAAAAABI/HkxxLykT_gs/s72-c/Persona_4_-_Japanese_Boxart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-129303420948457659</id><published>2008-12-23T02:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:27:22.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eggman'/><title type='text'>WTF Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know, sometimes I wonder, why the fuck is life so difficult? Like, is it really necessary for things to be so hard? Why can't life just be simple? Why can't we just live our days eating and having lots of sex? Isn't that what life used to be like? What happened? When did we have to become these impossibly high-powered individuals that need to perform tasks like fucking worker bees to please their queen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And who decided that the world needed to revolve around meaningless pieces of paper? Countries can't even agree on which meaningless piece of paper to value. And each of those meaningless pieces of paper has some kind of relative value to the next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Do people not realize how fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that shit is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe the world needs to stop living in relativity and live in absolution. We should only live according to absolute truths. Like our own feelings, or the way the sun sets, or the way music sounds, or the way fire burns. Why live according to relative things like money or ethics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moral of this story: Live in absolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-129303420948457659?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/129303420948457659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/wtf-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/129303420948457659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/129303420948457659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/wtf-life.html' title='WTF Life?'/><author><name>Lexico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08879516444930890456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-1584518687261894917</id><published>2008-12-21T17:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:32:47.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kari'/><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This had to be erased due to the fact that I have to use this blog site for something relating to my professional future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-1584518687261894917?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1584518687261894917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/dealing-with-douche-bags-vol-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/1584518687261894917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/1584518687261894917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/dealing-with-douche-bags-vol-i.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>kgdalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883287899827110486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-8459549708350704861</id><published>2008-12-20T03:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:07:27.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>5 Random Things That Piss Me Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. People who stand on the left side of the escalator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The right side is for standing, the left side is for walking. You know this. Next time I see you, I will pull you backwards and you will fall for all of eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Stupid reality show commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Suddenly, TJ Lavin shows up and I'm like, "Whoa, dude!"" Very informative, bro. Here I was thinking to myself, "Just who is that douchebag riding in on a jetski and holding an Xbox 360? And how would someone react to this event?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Hard plastic cases forged in the flames of Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one told me that I'd need fuckin' Excalibur to gain access to my new stapler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Japanese RPG plots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Play Kingdom Hearts 2 and tell me what the hell just happened. And if you use the word "Nobody", I will headbutt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Ceviche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've seen about 50 ceviches on Top Chef and I still have no idea what the fuck it is. Stop making ceviche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-8459549708350704861?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8459549708350704861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-random-things-that-piss-me-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/8459549708350704861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/8459549708350704861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-random-things-that-piss-me-off.html' title='5 Random Things That Piss Me Off'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-516182832490468494</id><published>2008-12-18T01:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:36:24.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eggman'/><title type='text'>College Doesn't Suck (Oh Wait, It Totally Does) -- by Eggman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve decided that college is completely unnecessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am, freshly out of college, and all I have to show for it is a degree I don’t want and a complete lack of employability. And this is the plight of so many quarter-lifers. We’ve been duped into thinking that we need a college degree in order to survive.  Well, a lot of good having a degree has done me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think this life is too short to be so practical about things. Yeah, for a lot of people college may be a good option. But I think it’s only good if you absolutely know what you want to do and you’re certain college will be a stepping-stone towards that. Most people, including myself, go to college because they’ve been told that if they don’t they’re going to end up homeless and uneducated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people I admire most in this world didn’t go to college, or quickly realized they didn’t need it to achieve their goals and subsequently quit. I should have been one of those people. I should have been out living my life instead of relying on college to live it for me and take care of me once I was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I think a lot of people are in the same boat. I blame a lot of this on baby boomers who were somehow convinced that their children needed to go to college and become successful doctors and lawyers and other such nonsense. Since kindergarten we’ve been told by our parents and our teachers that we have to go to college or else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And people wonder why there’s an epidemic of apathy and aimlessness among Gen Y’ers. We weren’t taught to figure things out for ourselves, to discover our passions and follow our dreams. We were simply told that we had to go to college, get a decent education, and get a job that pays the bills and buys us a nice little house with 2.3 children per household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I’m stuck with a mountain of loans and no means of pursuing my dreams because I wasted so much time working towards something I didn’t want. People keep telling me that I’ll be thankful down the road, but as more time passes, the less probable that seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think going to college was probably the worst decision I’ve ever made. What’s worse is that I feel like it wasn’t even my decision to begin with. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-516182832490468494?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/516182832490468494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/eggmans-guest-column-0001.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/516182832490468494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/516182832490468494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/eggmans-guest-column-0001.html' title='College Doesn&apos;t Suck (Oh Wait, It Totally Does) -- by Eggman'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-5134833957295488330</id><published>2008-12-18T00:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:36:05.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sta'/><title type='text'>Uber Liberalism, Bitches -- by Sta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate everything ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More specifically, people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the fact that you have to work to pay for things to live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things should just be provided so people don't have to work and have total freedom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Stuart Mill said that liberalism is a government that only imposes on freedom to enforce morals and you know, being civil to one another.  Other than that, there should be total freedom to let people do whatever they want.  Food and housing and healthcare and education keep people from being free.  They need to work in this society to get those things, and that imposes on their freedom.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOLUTION: all necessities should be provided by the government. Uber liberalism, bitches. Real freedom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-5134833957295488330?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5134833957295488330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/stas-guest-column-0001.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/5134833957295488330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/5134833957295488330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/stas-guest-column-0001.html' title='Uber Liberalism, Bitches -- by Sta'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950740345643722560.post-419891108028789503</id><published>2008-12-17T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:10:09.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky HePanda'/><title type='text'>Toothpaste Face Eye Snow Blindness (working title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was looking out my window last night, thinking about how it's always brighter outside when it's snowing. I figured it had something to do with the moonlight reflecting off the snow. Then I started thinking about snow blindness. At this exact moment, I was prepping my toothbrush for some oral action. I dragged the nozzle along the brush tenderly, and when I pulled away, the bristles snapped back into place and shot a small gob of toothpaste directly into my eye. As I writhed in pain, I realized that if I were to go blind, it would make for a great story. Unfortunately, I can still see shit, so this story sucks and I still made you read it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ADDENDUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; - [00:12] lexpieces: i think it's the ambience of the city lights that makes the sky orange and such&lt;br /&gt;[00:12] lexpieces: 'cause the moon can't be seen through the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950740345643722560-419891108028789503?l=spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/feeds/419891108028789503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/toothpaste-face-eye-snow-blindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/419891108028789503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950740345643722560/posts/default/419891108028789503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spunkyhepanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/toothpaste-face-eye-snow-blindness.html' title='Toothpaste Face Eye Snow Blindness (working title)'/><author><name>Spunky HePanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08099916811145725123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EFDVvhX_W1k/SUoAmzJyiqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CcSz1yJUlXw/S220/robonimai02.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
