<?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-7969254243952362766</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:51:51.584-05:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='annoyances'/><category term='media'/><category term='mccain'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='disney'/><category term='earth'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='politics'/><category term='conspiracy'/><category term='death'/><category term='levitation'/><category term='driving'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Websites'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='staycation'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>I'm Just Saying...</title><subtitle type='html'>My friends told me that while I'm a pretty insightful bundle of energy, I should go rant to someone else for a change. Thus, this website was created. It's a big world, and there's a lot to be said about it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-8836380113741170187</id><published>2009-09-13T23:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:00:10.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>An Empty Grave</title><content type='html'>I don't think Micheal Jackson is really dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but I'm a firm believer in conspiracies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That' why there's 24 hour security on his grave. It's not a fear of people desecrating the grave and digging him up, it's that there is no body in there. And the graver diggers can't find that out. I know that's morbid. But it's what's gonna happen. Because he isn't dead. He's just off somewhere crazy, plotting. Setting up the big comeback and getting ready to unleash his super powers and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conspiracy theorists like myself know how the world works. Nothing is simple and believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either my theory or he's up in the alien starship above, sipping martini's with Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lynne.&lt;br /&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/7969254243952362766-8836380113741170187?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8836380113741170187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=8836380113741170187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/8836380113741170187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/8836380113741170187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/empty-grave.html' title='An Empty Grave'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-553372712141273450</id><published>2009-05-15T18:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:21:14.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staycation'/><title type='text'>Staycations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tour.airstreamlife.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/beachtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 268px;" src="http://tour.airstreamlife.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/beachtime.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the word, "Staycation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it. It's such a stupid concept. I guess it started as a term for working people, when they take time off from work but they don't use it for travel. Instead of going to the beach or to a cabin, they just stay in their house and relax, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that really need a term? Isn't that called, "being at home.?" Or, taking "time off from work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everything need a fancy little name? A really annoying, fancy little name? Just enjoy your time at home and don't infest commercials with that word. That's where I heard it, months after I thought it disappeared from common use. It was a pool commercial, and something was said along the lines of, "buy a pool, and turn your backyard into a resort to get the most out of your staycation this summer!" Then  I saw it on an advertisement at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, nausiating, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish... America... would stop being so... annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, who STAYS AT HOME during her vacation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bonvivantonline.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/staycation_localfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://bonvivantonline.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/staycation_localfun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-553372712141273450?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/553372712141273450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=553372712141273450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/553372712141273450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/553372712141273450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/staycations.html' title='Staycations'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-8599619116076031237</id><published>2009-02-25T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:09:59.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to bypass the servers at school.&lt;br /&gt;That's either really cool or really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, computer nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-8599619116076031237?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8599619116076031237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=8599619116076031237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/8599619116076031237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/8599619116076031237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-2640756546987972275</id><published>2009-02-18T22:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:01:48.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>The Facebook Epidemic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 373px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/facebook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so handy... yet so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everyone has access to it these days. All of your cousins have it. All of your friends at school are on your page. Kids whose shoes you've stepped on friend request you simply because you two made eye contact and hey, it's one more 'facebook friend'. I actually started deleting a bunch of my 'friends' who aren't really friends because it was beginning to creep me out. I don't want these strangers reading my conversations and knowing my musical tastes. It's freaking weird. Facebook stalking is on threat level orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Facebook stalking. EVERYONE who has a Facebook page can admit to it. Admit it. You've done it at least once. You're bored. You see a random person update a page, and you click their profile and then proceed to go through their photos, read their wall comments, and then go to some other person's page to read the second half of the conversation. Being on this other person's page gets you further away from your original point of clicking, and pretty soon you are lost in the realms of Facebook and you find yourself friend requesting some random person you've neither seen nor met in real life. The only image you have of them is a one by one inch blurry camera phone photo on their info page. Yet, you're sitting there reading personal details about their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking weird. I often don't follow these trends and stuff, but I have a Facebook page and I have found myself Facebook creeping, as I call it. It's like an epidemic! I don't even realize I'm doing it sometimes. I'm trying desperately to get away and avoid the site lately, but it keeps drawing me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a little brainwashing army division of the power hungry Internet war force. For a while, every time someone posted a wall comment on my profile, or commented on a picture, or put up their own picture, or changed their status, I got an email. I would come home from school with about 20 or so Facebook emails on stuff I don't really need to be alerted for. It was everywhere. My email goes straight to my phone as well as my computer, for college updates and stuff, so every email goes there. I couldn't leave the house without Facebook harassing me with it's little ways of trying to get me to sign on to the site at every waking moment! They want my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of every waking moment... Facebook status lines are REALLY ANNOYING. People feel the need to inform us of their every move.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; really mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; playing with the cat. Me-ow! Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; sharpening her knife before killing the neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; gutting a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; on the toilet. Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; now a lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; DddRUnKK!@@$%!*&amp;amp;dsg4543&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; effing annoying! Isn't that kewl gaiz!? Yea! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty is:&lt;/span&gt; SUPER HARDCORE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON! It's frustrating. No one needs to know that much. And people feel the need to change them every twenty minutes. "Oh no! I'm not actually doing that activity anymore! I need to change my status! I can't lie or let people think that I died in the five minutes I've been away from the computer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pictures? All these girls half clothed and holding cups of booze while they stick out their tongues and pose with their stupid drunken friends... Save it for myspace where there's no respect to begin with. Facebook started as a college networking site, which was a flawed, but decent, idea. Highschoolers ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'groups' application is an intriguing aspect. You can find people with just about any awkward interest you have. Someone will have created a group for it, and if you make a group, someone is bound to join it. 'Pimple Poppers of Michigan'. 'LOTR Hardcore Elven Wannabes United!'. 'I Lick Windows for Fun'. 'Acid Trips on Tuesdays'. 'My Middle Name is Alfred'. It's freaking weird, man. People do some weird sh** and they openly share it on this site. It's as if Facebook is this secret diary that everyone writes in together and forgets that they are writing in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People learn so much gossip from Facebook. We don't even need verbal gossip anymore. It always starts with "I heard on Facebook that..." or "Did you Facebook Terry? Ohmigawd, you won't believe what Shane posted on her wall!" Gossip has a new dimension. I learn a lot about who is dating who from Facebook. You can post who you are dating and if you are in a relationship in an application on the site. A little heart appears whenever you update that part. It's funny, when you get rid of a relationship because of a breakup or something, a little broken heart shows up in the updates. It ends the need to inform people in person that you are back on the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It creeps me out even more when parents and teachers and other adults join Facebook and friend request you. Since anyone can join. You know if a teacher joins, they are going to Facebook stalk... and use the information against you. Imagine a teacher saying something like, "Hey I was on your Facebook last night and saw that you had to do the dishes before going out and getting hammered with Steve and Rob last night." What the flip?! It's happened. I know it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no more private life. The sad thing is that people choose all that's put up on their page. They ask for the weirdness and intrusion. I have a site, but only because it's the only place to learn anything about people from these days. "Oh hey, what kind of movies are you into?"..."Just Facebook me later." "Are you free Saturday night?"..."I don't really know. What does my status say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the cure for the common cold. There is a new disease we need to focus on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, who just might Facebook stalk you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jungfreudlich.de/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/blogging.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 486px;" src="http://www.jungfreudlich.de/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/blogging.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-2640756546987972275?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2640756546987972275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=2640756546987972275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/2640756546987972275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/2640756546987972275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-whats-weird-facebook.html' title='The Facebook Epidemic'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-1715984679597399563</id><published>2008-09-13T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:04:02.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><title type='text'>Next time, I'm getting out of the car.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://skeptisys.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://skeptisys.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/smoking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (FEBRUARY 18, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read back my rant on people smoking in cars and smoking in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my opinion. So I deleted my old post. But I like the picture so... I'm keeping this post up slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, the hypocrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-1715984679597399563?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1715984679597399563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=1715984679597399563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/1715984679597399563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/1715984679597399563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/next-time-im-getting-out-of-car.html' title='Next time, I&apos;m getting out of the car.'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-5008990586985376590</id><published>2008-09-05T17:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:29:59.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>We're the problem. We're the politicians.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20080905/cvn-gop-fashion/images/d6883abf-3b77-4dcc-84b8-738de4da1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20080905/cvn-gop-fashion/images/d6883abf-3b77-4dcc-84b8-738de4da1038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read in a &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080905/ap_en_ot/cvn_gop_fashion"&gt;news article&lt;/a&gt; that Cindy McCain's outfit cost around $300,000 dollars. Appalling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of zeros. I don't think my entire family's wardrobe is worth that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what type of message these politicians and their wives are trying to portray. That only the super rich can lead a country of average people? Horrible message. I really could care less about what these people are wearing, and I wish they would too. They need to focus on things that will make us AVERAGE citizens relate and want to vote for them. We vote for the issues and causes they stand for, but I can never tell what they do stand for, because politicians waste time and money on clothes and slandering pointless television advertisements and lies. So. Many. Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't ever lead anything. I buy all my clothes on clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt; We are broken, we are bitter&lt;br /&gt;We're the problem, we're the politicians&lt;br /&gt;Watching for our sky to get torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyrics (c) Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, who pledges allegiance to a country without borders, without politicians...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-5008990586985376590?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5008990586985376590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=5008990586985376590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/5008990586985376590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/5008990586985376590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-problem-were-politicians.html' title='We&apos;re the problem. We&apos;re the politicians.'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-3219807705861467079</id><published>2008-07-27T13:47:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:06:49.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>"Minnie Mouse is Pregnant! Not really, but it wouldn't surprise me these days..."</title><content type='html'>Mickey Mouse eats kids for breakfast... raw and with no salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/SIzjaUsW8_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WPtrEAl4QWw/s1600-h/evil-mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 294px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/SIzjaUsW8_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WPtrEAl4QWw/s320/evil-mickey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227803308841169906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo tired of seeing little girls like &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/yourlife/family/blog/preteen%20beauties.bmp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5416270,00.jpg"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;running around the mall or whatever. I feel like slapping them, and then slapping their mothers for allowing it. They do not look like preteens. Not one bit. I just hate how these little girls are trying to look and act like high schoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid shows on TV. The specific culprits? Those kiddie sitcoms on the Disney Channel and leaking over into Nickelodeon.  What ever happened to cartoons? They were hit in a drive-by, by these new criminals to society. Ew. I just can't stand those new age shows! All the shows like Hannah Montana, Zoey 101, High School Musical, iCarly... they're all so snobby! It's gross. Kids will imitate what they see on TV, and they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids portrayed on these shows are conceited, superficial, have that snarky way of speaking that I DESPISE, and it's unbelievable. They are shown in these relationships that 12 year old kids think they can be in and it's ridiculous. Sixth graders think they can act like high schoolers, talk like high schoolers, dress like them, and everything! It's as if kids in this horrid new generation are skipping the elementary years altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that times have changed, but where are positive role models who are the same age as the ones looking up to them? Where are shows like Full House, Cosby Show, Sabrina, Brady Bunch, and other examples that I can't think of. I can't remember because its as if all the old stuff disappeared completely by these new monstrosities. It's not as if these old shows didn't have anything questionable and eyebrow raising, and stuff that was a little above younger people. Kids need that. But they need a balance of it all. A balance of bad and good, even if these things are objectionable. They don't need what's going on now to be every single thing they watch, hear, see, or be exposed to. I'm not a protective nutcase, its just that kids are trying to grow up too fast, more like they are being forced to. Let childhood run its course and kids will discover things and grow up on their own. The media and everything else around kids is just screwed up and kids can't keep up on their own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my rant up there may have made no sense at all, but the following may. I'm so riled up after seeing stars like Jamie Lynn Spears, who is a girl younger than I am, have a kid at her young age. The main ages of her fans are between 8 and 15. What kind of message is that?! And then there are the countless photos of Miley Cyrus and Vannessa whatever-her-name-is that surface the web. So what if some are photoshoots gone wrong! Explain the candid photographs out there. They took them and put them up! Then there are the stars that get DUIs, go into drug rehab, are shown wasting money on $10,000 purses and shoes, cheating on people, and the list goes on. I don't remember the stars of Hollywood past getting into as much trouble as today's generation's stars. Sure, with fame there will always be scandal. But this... is disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for children.  Hate to see what the next generation brings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, eternally a kid at heart. And the real kind, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-3219807705861467079?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3219807705861467079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=3219807705861467079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/3219807705861467079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/3219807705861467079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-they-said-to-childhood-burn-him.html' title='&quot;Minnie Mouse is Pregnant! Not really, but it wouldn&apos;t surprise me these days...&quot;'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/SIzjaUsW8_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WPtrEAl4QWw/s72-c/evil-mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-277433235466224472</id><published>2008-04-14T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:14:02.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='levitation'/><title type='text'>Levitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/SAPzKUET-wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hvuY6-cOCTY/s1600-h/245079YEHD_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/SAPzKUET-wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hvuY6-cOCTY/s320/245079YEHD_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189258554171980546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you concentrate on something hard enough and long enough, and soley on that something, it will eventually levitate. Sadly, I don't think that humans have the capacity to do this. We can't completely focus and clear our minds of everything but that something we are trying to levitate. It's just a very long shot that this will ever happen, so I'm not saying that it's impossible. Those, such as monks who claim to have done this (the cleared mind thing, not the levitation), I don't believe. There had to be something that just popped in their minds. The only way to maybe clear your mind could possibly be drugs. This wouldn't help to levitate anything though, since your abilities are affected by that, and its not pure brainwaves and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know if that made any sense, but I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, 'I-will-now-levitate-your-pencil'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-277433235466224472?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/277433235466224472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=277433235466224472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/277433235466224472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/277433235466224472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/levitation.html' title='Levitation'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/SAPzKUET-wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hvuY6-cOCTY/s72-c/245079YEHD_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-178775882028182413</id><published>2007-12-27T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:40:29.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>Earth is Feeling Somewhat Degraded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/earth-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/earth-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know what you're thinking. Today, she's going as far as to complain not just about the city she lives in, but the whole bloody planet. Unfortunatley, that's another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm here to rant on capitalization. A strange pick, but an important one that needs adressing. I've come across many a story, essay, or other various literature in general where a sentence has 'earth' written and it's a non-capitalized word. Why? Why is Earth so often a lowercase noun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In elementary school, I was taught that words like names and places were capitalized. Is Earth not a place, then? I really was not aware of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for instance, California and Tennessee are capitalized. The same with London or Algeria, and Chicago. All of these are places, with capital letters to start them off. The Earth is the biggest landmass of all. Why not capitalize it? I've seen the word typed/written as both 'earth' and 'Earth', but the former way is what was more common to my eye. So wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth is a whole planet, for goodness sake. It certainly is big enough to deserve the treatment. And the poor thing puts up with its fair share of misery and deserves a little dignity in its name. The whole ordeal just bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the time comes when I see the mandatory and correctness of capitalizing Earth in every piece of writing, I'll continue to roll my critical eyes at the blatant grammatical error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, aka, 'One who complains about the entire planet'&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Earth is also a word used to describe ground. On Jupiter (let's assume it has a solid ground), if you went down and scooped a handful, would it be called a pile of jupiter? The same on Mars, or any other planet. Here, we say, "Oh look, I have a handfull of earth I'm going to throw at you!" (and the lowercase is acceptable). But on Mars would we say "Look at the mars I'm turning over here!". I've always wondered that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-178775882028182413?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/178775882028182413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=178775882028182413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/178775882028182413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/178775882028182413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/earth-is-feeling-somewhat-degraded.html' title='Earth is Feeling Somewhat Degraded'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-2724763037490698797</id><published>2007-11-12T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:37:50.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for the American Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speakwell.com/well/2004spring/textMedia/sup-fatRon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.speakwell.com/well/2004spring/textMedia/sup-fatRon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the government hates fat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they force students to take those humiliating gym classes (which do nothing, by the way), they regulate the cafeteria food (French fries are going to be ILLEGAL in my school in 2009), and they take away our television by forcing the writers to go on strike! Ok, so that last one was a lie, but maybe its not, who knows? The government is full of conspiracy so... it's believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, back to my case. On the news the other night, a statistic showed that the childhood obesity rate is sky high and that the next generation have sliced a nice hearty 5-7 years off their life expectancy because of it. That is the main reason why the government is turning the nation's schools into brainwashing fitness camps of 'healthiness'. Whatever happened to our freedom? McDonald's and friends kidnapped it, ran it over with a fully-loaded SUV (complete with biggie-size cup holders), and then strangled it with a PlayStation cord. I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to blame for this travesty? Although small children immensely bother me with their Bratz dolls and Spongebob video games, it's not really their fault. Who buys them the annoying video games? Who stuffs them full of fries and Big Macs? Who are the ones with the jobs and have the money? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents. The adults. Obvious point, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying we should boycott video games and fast food, I love those just as much as the next teenager. What needs to be done is for adults to take a spoonful of common sense. Rationality is a good solution here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is that Americans are LAZY.  I'm not afraid to say it because it is the TRUTH. Parents: you get upset when your nine year old weighs 120 pounds and are at risk for everything under the sun, but who buys them the fattening foods? Who is too lazy to just drive by the fast food stop and just go home and cook a meal? Fast food is fine when taken in moderation, but everyday is just ridiculous. No one, and I mean no one, is so extremely busy that they HAVE to visit the golden arches on a daily basis. The time you spend placing your order at the drive through could be the same amount of time that could be spent making a meal AT HOME. That's why we have kitchens in our houses. This lazy mindset only passes on to the next generation, who watch and record our every move into their sponge-like little minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about families act like families for once? This involves sitting down for a dinner that they helped cook together and just living life as its meant to be. No worries on whether or not  children will live to the age they are expected to due to obesity. How about parents stop being lazy and spend time with their children, instead of plugging in the Television every time they make a noise or ask for attention. What kind of message do these actions send? Children will mimic. They will mimic how their parents treated them. If their parents ignored them with the TV and never had a sit-down dinner with them, how will they know what to do with their children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To protect the future, something must be done now. Laziness and ignorance are more of an epidemic than obesity, because those actions (or lack of actions) are what cause it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the American dream of white picket fences, family picnics in the park, puppy dogs, and 2.4 children? Our dreams are plagued with golden arches, game consoles, statistics, and the TV Schedule, nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message may have drifted from the origional point of my rant, but all of these ideas are interrealted. we may never find a way to solve these problems, but at least we know what they are. If people just took a moment and payed attention to what they were doing, then maybe the world would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lynne, mistress of wordiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was about to post this when a commercial about childhood obesity from Capitol Blue Cross came on. The irony is almost too much to handle. Although, they didn't do anything with their ad. Their message had no point, which is MY point exactly. The world chooses to do nothing... when they most certainly could do sometihng meaningful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.treehugger.com/files/th_images/ronaldmchummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://i.treehugger.com/files/th_images/ronaldmchummer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969254243952362766-2724763037490698797?l=notsobigworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2724763037490698797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7969254243952362766&amp;postID=2724763037490698797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/2724763037490698797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969254243952362766/posts/default/2724763037490698797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsobigworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/searching-for-american-dream.html' title='Searching for the American Dream'/><author><name>Lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07848273358185664957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rtruo0FTtHM/R3cKg7ER2WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zWfkI7i_J28/S220/Untitdled-25.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969254243952362766.post-3491783657759176780</id><published>2007-11-08T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:45:20.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Greetings, people of the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is... well, you shall know me as Lynne. I intend for this blog to be a place of ranting, reviwing, and retrospecting (more so because that last one just sounds cool and I needed another 'R' word. I don't really know what it means). I've kept hand-written journals on my thoughts before, as many people do, and those who've been priveledged to lay eyes on my musings have told me that I am very insightful. Insightful into what people actually think, but never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl of action, so here is where I will do my 'saying'. What good does it do anyone when my brilliance is only between me, myself and I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I will be writing about everything from rants on school to philosophies concerning my view of life. I'm tired of my old journals, as the pile of them is growing ever steep and my room is cluttered enough. Even though clutter and messiness is a sigh of genius, there comes a time when enough is enough. There's enough genius on my floor to wallpaper my entire house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who comes across this page in the realms of the interweb, I warn you to brace yourself. Sarcasm and rationality are the rulers of this domain. 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