<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687</id><updated>2009-12-04T18:00:09.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Finkin...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;An online byline.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-6211879904844241485</id><published>2009-12-04T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:00:09.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Jingles We Grew Up With Part 4</title><content type='html'>So, today we're going way back to when I was just a lowercase tee. These were very pleasant to stumble across and I'd like to share them with you today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/chiquita_bananas%20.mp3"&gt;Chiquita Bananas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one was done by The Limelighters and I understand it's rather rare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/coke.mp3"&gt;Coca Cola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly (for today) Another favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/good_and_plenty.mp3"&gt;Good And Plenty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time the last in our series of favorite commercial jingles.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-6211879904844241485?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6211879904844241485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=6211879904844241485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/6211879904844241485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/6211879904844241485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/commercial-jingles-we-grew-up-with-part.html' title='Commercial Jingles We Grew Up With Part 4'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-7940661016918659722</id><published>2009-11-26T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T04:02:35.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Jingles We Grew Up With Part 3</title><content type='html'>After looking over some of the commercial jingles I have I see that I am missing my favorite. Once I find it I will post it, but until then, you'll have to wait to see which one it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we have three that  are kind of related.&lt;br /&gt;First:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/mr_clean.mp3"&gt;Mr. Clean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/alka_seltzer.mp3"&gt;AlkaSeltzer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, reaching way back, we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/brylcream.mp3"&gt;Brylcream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because a little dab &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; do ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-7940661016918659722?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7940661016918659722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=7940661016918659722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/7940661016918659722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/7940661016918659722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/commercial-jingles-we-grew-up-with-part_26.html' title='Commercial Jingles We Grew Up With Part 3'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-7729855748592435862</id><published>2009-11-25T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:35:57.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Jingles We Grew Up With Part 2</title><content type='html'>Some of the commercials were used by others later on even if slightly altered. Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/slinky.mp3"&gt;Slinky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was used in the Ren and Stimpy Show and renamed Log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other commercial jingles kept running over and over in our heads such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/meow_mix.mp3"&gt;The Meow Mix Commercial&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were those that were a bit too long and a tad too bouncy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/rice_crispies.mp3"&gt;Rice Crispies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for today. Stay tuned for more commercial hits tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-7729855748592435862?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7729855748592435862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=7729855748592435862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/7729855748592435862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/7729855748592435862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/commercial-jingles-we-grew-up-with-part.html' title='Commercial Jingles We Grew Up With Part 2'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-34174532935194747</id><published>2009-11-24T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:46:37.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Jingles We Grew Up With</title><content type='html'>Many of us grew up hearing certain jingles on the radio and on TV that have stuck with us throughout our lives. Some we hated and some we enjoyed. Some we couldn't get out of our head no matter how we tried. Here are a few that I have enjoyed over the years, that I feel didn't drive me too insane after several hundred listenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/nobody_doesnt_like_sara_lee.mp3"&gt;Sara Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/chilis_baby_back_ribs.mp3"&gt;Chili's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/dr_pepper.mp3"&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/ken_l_ration.mp3"&gt;Ken-L-Ration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick around and I'll have some more next time. (They will even be better than these.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-34174532935194747?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/34174532935194747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=34174532935194747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/34174532935194747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/34174532935194747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/commercial-jingles-we-grew-up-with.html' title='Commercial Jingles We Grew Up With'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-466062325191872167</id><published>2009-11-04T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T02:22:36.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outer Limits Star Trek Gene Roddenberry'/><title type='text'>Where did Gene Roddenberry get the idea for the Star Trek Theme?</title><content type='html'>I was over at IMDB a little while ago and noticed that someone else had figured out why "Daisy" was used as the song that the computer, HAL, sang in 2001: A Space Odyssey. I had been aware of this information for several years but never thought to blog about it before.&lt;br /&gt;  Then I remembered a video I put together last year. It explains where I believe that Gene Roddenberry came up with the idea for the opening of his Star Trek Series. It's from the Outer Limits episode that starred William Shatner entitled: "Cold Hands, Warm Heart" (1964)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I include the mashup here and see if you don't agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave any comments about this observation below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e807f194a991e119" 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" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/466062325191872167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=466062325191872167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/466062325191872167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/466062325191872167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-did-gene-roddenberry-get-idea-for.html' title='Where did Gene Roddenberry get the idea for the Star Trek Theme?'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-5541035746995652122</id><published>2009-02-17T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:12:57.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroke</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;embed src="http://smouch.net/media/3.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" width="320" height="270" play="false" loop="false" flashvars="sub1=I+think+I+just+had+a+stroke%21+Call+for+help.&amp;amp;sub2=Stop+spilling+your+tea+on+me%21&amp;amp;sub3=I+think+I+can+smell+colors.++++++++++++++++++++++++Yeah.&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-5541035746995652122?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5541035746995652122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=5541035746995652122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/5541035746995652122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/5541035746995652122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/stroke.html' title='Stroke'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-8837076421144211691</id><published>2008-11-23T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:41:12.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opitcal illusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illusion'/><title type='text'>Optical Contusions</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple Optical Contusions I came up with recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this first one "Self Exam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/SSrzG1VWLoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OsazjnK6wnI/s1600-h/Self+Exam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&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/8182687-8837076421144211691?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8837076421144211691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=8837076421144211691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/8837076421144211691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/8837076421144211691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/optical-contusions.html' title='Optical Contusions'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/SSrzG1VWLoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OsazjnK6wnI/s72-c/Self+Exam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-4168238996549992355</id><published>2008-08-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:56:49.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple photoshopped images</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple Photoshopped images I threw together the other day combining two things I really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/Sw2ZznE8loI/AAAAAAAAAn0/V-MV7zMDH7w/s1600/captward_drjune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/Sw2ZznE8loI/AAAAAAAAAn0/V-MV7zMDH7w/s320/captward_drjune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408147839483942530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/Sw2ZM-Kg9yI/AAAAAAAAAns/apcqXMNHsoU/s1600/thecleavercrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/Sw2ZM-Kg9yI/AAAAAAAAAns/apcqXMNHsoU/s320/thecleavercrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408147175666415394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-4168238996549992355?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4168238996549992355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=4168238996549992355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/4168238996549992355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/4168238996549992355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/couple-photoshopped-images.html' title='A couple photoshopped images'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/Sw2ZznE8loI/AAAAAAAAAn0/V-MV7zMDH7w/s72-c/captward_drjune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-9065187144667920606</id><published>2008-08-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:03:17.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final of Finals</title><content type='html'>When I lived in southern Cal I used to listen to KPFK radio on Sunday nights. They had a show called Hour 25, hosted by Mike Hodel and Mitchell Harding, that usually included some pretty interesting things. I was in the habit of recording these programs and I wish I had kept them but, alas, they have been lost along with a great many treasures of mine over time.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I heard on that show was a short piece that one of the hosts read called "The Final of Finals." I really thought it was inventive and I transposed it and stowed it away somewhere. I just fond it the other day and I did a search to see if anyone else knew what it was. Apparently many people are aware of it, But I also noticed that ever one of them have a bit more tacked onto the end of it than I had heard originally. So, in the interest of accurate history, I give you the original "Final of Finals":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        The Final of Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You have been provided with a razor blade, a piece of gauze, and          a bottle of Scotch. Remove your appendix. Do not suture until your work has been inspected. You have 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Public Speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Twenty-five hundred riot-crazed aborigines are storming the classroom.  Calm them. You may use any ancient language except Latin or Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Create life. Estimate the differences in subsequent human culture if this form of life had devoloped five hundred million years earlier, with special attention to its probable effect on the English Parliamentary system.&lt;br /&gt;   Approve your thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Write a piano concerto. Orchestrate and perform it with flute and drum.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a piano under your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Based on your knowledge of their works, evaluate the emotional stability, degree of adjustment, and repressed frustrations of each of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Alexander of Aphrodisias&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ramses II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gregory of Nicaea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hammurabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Support your evaluation with quotations from each man's work, making appropriate references. It is not necessary to translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)  Political Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There is a red phone on the desk beside you. Start world war III.  Report on the social-political effects, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)  Sociology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Estimate the sociological problems that might accompany the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)  Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The disassembled pieces of a high-powered rifle have been placed on your desk. You will also find an instruction manual printed in Swahili. In ten minutes a hungry Bengal tiger will be admitted to the room. Take whatever action you feel appropriate. Be prepared to justify your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)  Economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Develop a realistic plan for re-financing the national debt.&lt;br /&gt;    Trace the possible effects of your plan in the following areas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;       Cubism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The Donatist Controversy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wave Theory of Light.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;       Outline a method for preventing these effects. Criticize this theory from all possible point of view. Point out the deficiencies in your point of view as demonstrated in your answer to the last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)  Epistomology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Take a position for or against Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Prove the validity of your stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)  Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Explain the nature of matter. Include in your answer an evaluation of the impact of mathematics on science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)  Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sketch the development of human thought. Estimate its significance. Compare with the development of any other kind of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) General Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Describe in detail. Be objective and specific.&lt;br /&gt;   You have four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-9065187144667920606?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9065187144667920606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=9065187144667920606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/9065187144667920606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/9065187144667920606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-of-finals.html' title='The Final of Finals'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-2473360632475917125</id><published>2008-06-17T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:02:37.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wally Cleaver?</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, June 14, 2008 my daughter and I went to Santa Rosa to a car show. Well, we really didn't go to see the cars. We went to see Tony Dow (Wally Cleaver) from Leave It To Beaver. It was a really cool experience. He is a very likable and friendly guy. My daughter was very impressed by him also. He and his wife, Lauren were there along with Jon Provest (Timmy Martin from Lassie) and his wife, author Laurie Jacobson. Also there, was Frank Bank (Lumpy from LITB) and his wife, Rebecca Fink.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Tony to sign &lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/buybook.htm"&gt;the book I wrote&lt;/a&gt; on LITB, which he did. That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/SFfrlRkaZqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UM7k6FtYoRs/s1600-h/MeNTonytn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/SFfrlRkaZqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UM7k6FtYoRs/s320/MeNTonytn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212894119308453538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/SFfr2e_GCoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/AOZOOuHtYqA/s1600-h/Tonytn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/SFfr2e_GCoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/AOZOOuHtYqA/s320/Tonytn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212894414967802498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I now have met Jerry Mathers, Tony Dow, Frank Bank and have been in touch by Email with Jeri Weil (Judy Hensler from LITB), Stanley Fafara (Whitey Whitney from LITB), Patty Turner (Linda Dennison from LITB)and Justin Restivo (Lumpy Rutherford in the LITB movie of '97).&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all it was a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-2473360632475917125?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2473360632475917125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=2473360632475917125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/2473360632475917125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/2473360632475917125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/wally-cleaver.html' title='Wally Cleaver?'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/SFfrlRkaZqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UM7k6FtYoRs/s72-c/MeNTonytn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-950940767913021196</id><published>2007-11-17T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:50:46.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes...</title><content type='html'>I have two older brothers between me and my sister. My brothers are a couple years older than me but my sister was born seven years prior to my birth. They say when a sibling is born that far apart that the relationship is more like Aunt and Nephew as opposed to sister and brother. That was how it was between my sister and I. She would always stick up for me when my bratty brothers were picking on me and would defend me to the bitter end when we would fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Her I.Q. was two points above mine but still I had it all over her with knowing all the stupid, inconsequential things that guys enjoy knowing. I was never into sports so much, so my vast acquisitions were more to the leaning of TV and Science Fiction and Comics. Some times we would get into heated discussions on some minor point that she would insist she was right about, but, in the end, I would prove her wrong and she would steam for awhile until the next subject would arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I remember once she was sitting along side the dirt road we lived on in southern California, talking to a repairman who was fixing something on a telephone pole. It was very hot that day and before long she had succumbed to the heat and passed out. That scared me, thinking that something bad could happen to my only sister. I was 5 at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She took after my dad who had a very stubborn streak and would back down from very little. When the two of them had gotten into a discussion, where each &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; they were right, it very seldom ended well. They loved each other a great deal. She was very saddened when he died a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As the years passed my sister moved away to live with some friends in the Bay Area near San Francisco. She met a guy there and they soon were married. They had three great children and I had two neices and a nephew. My wife and I moved to the Bay Area with my parents and we were all back together again as even my brothers had moved there also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is a great place to live but since we moved here our health hasn't been too good. I acquirded diabetes and CHF (congestive heart failure) along with high blood pressure and I was diagnosed with a bad ticker resulting in double bypass surgery a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not to be outdone, my sister also became diabetic. She too has high blood pressure and she had a blood clot in her leg on two different occasions. At one point she was admitted to the hospital where upon it was determined that the carotid artery on the left side of her neck was comepletely blocked. The doctors said that she would be alright as there are two, one on each side of the neck, and the other one would take over and she should be fine. She went home and I was admitted into the hospital that week for a nine-day stay with Cellulitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all kind of tough since our mother is 82 years old and runs circles aound us, literally. I can't understand how she can be in such good shape at that age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So it appeared that my sister and I were in a race to see who would die first. Her with her clots and other goods or me with my bad ticker and both of us with HB and diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's really unfortunate that today, at 4:45 pm after suffering a massive stroke, she won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litb.com/Carol01.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.litb.com/Carol02.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-950940767913021196?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/950940767913021196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=950940767913021196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/950940767913021196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/950940767913021196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-it-goes_17.html' title='And so it goes...'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-6803043457084338189</id><published>2007-10-26T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T03:07:07.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with Heroes?</title><content type='html'>Well I'll tell you...&lt;br /&gt;My Golden Helix Theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZv1EkVBbAo"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZv1EkVBbAo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-6803043457084338189?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6803043457084338189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=6803043457084338189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/6803043457084338189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/6803043457084338189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-up-with-heroes.html' title='What&apos;s up with Heroes?'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-8969757564194581972</id><published>2007-10-23T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:55:48.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your glass half empty, or half full?</title><content type='html'>Most say that  to see it half full is postivie and to see it half empty is negative. I beg to differ. If the glass is half full, that means whoever filled it didn't finish the job, a negative thing. Whereas if the glass is half empty, that means someone just enjoyed half a glass and that is a positive thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-8969757564194581972?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8969757564194581972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=8969757564194581972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/8969757564194581972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/8969757564194581972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-your-glass-half-empty-or-half-full.html' title='Is your glass half empty, or half full?'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-104936027017467672</id><published>2007-09-08T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:02:39.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutom Tennies</title><content type='html'>Here is a pair of customized, hand-drawn tennis shoes made for a little boy that I thought were really cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click on image to see larger view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMKpVk7wuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xVfr2T_zzqU/s1600-h/IMG_5024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMKpVk7wuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xVfr2T_zzqU/s320/IMG_5024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107938107651244770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMKVlk7wsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mjiyCxXsE6Q/s1600-h/IMG_5022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMKVlk7wsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mjiyCxXsE6Q/s320/IMG_5022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107937768348828354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMKMlk7wrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XmZT2vWWrRc/s1600-h/IMG_5018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMKMlk7wrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XmZT2vWWrRc/s320/IMG_5018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107937613730005682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMJ91k7wqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7F6gWe7XOrU/s1600-h/IMG_5021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMJ91k7wqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7F6gWe7XOrU/s320/IMG_5021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107937360326935202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMJr1k7wpI/AAAAAAAAATs/49YLTsneKgQ/s1600-h/IMG_5020.JPG"&gt;                                                     &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMJr1k7wpI/AAAAAAAAATs/49YLTsneKgQ/s320/IMG_5020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107937051089289874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMJh1k7woI/AAAAAAAAATk/F5SVwEDTzZ8/s1600-h/IMG_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMJh1k7woI/AAAAAAAAATk/F5SVwEDTzZ8/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107936879290598018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more of this person's artwork visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonnycomics.com/"&gt;Jonny Comics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-104936027017467672?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/104936027017467672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=104936027017467672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/104936027017467672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/104936027017467672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/cutom-tennies.html' title='Cutom Tennies'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cXUBhu6qfAs/RuMKpVk7wuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xVfr2T_zzqU/s72-c/IMG_5024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-116873924550079256</id><published>2007-01-13T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:57:19.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Datsun1200</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://datsun1200.blogspot.com/"&gt;Datsun1200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article written by a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-116873924550079256?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116873924550079256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=116873924550079256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/116873924550079256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/116873924550079256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/datsun1200.html' title='Datsun1200'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-115473002430443624</id><published>2006-08-04T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:57:36.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally Lou</title><content type='html'>I got a friend that lives in Florida. We call him Tall Paul. He up and married this pretty little philly named Sally Lou Wigstagle. Sally Lou was right nice lookin' but had the annoying habit of brushin' her teeth with an old pair of Mrs. Hedley's panty hose. I tried to tell her that it wasn't such a good idea but she just shushed me and kept on rubbin' away. Two of her grandchildren should be ready for parole in a couple of months and I hear ole Paul hanged 'isself a week ago last May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-115473002430443624?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115473002430443624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=115473002430443624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/115473002430443624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/115473002430443624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/sally-lou.html' title='Sally Lou'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-115274547017534344</id><published>2006-07-12T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:37:27.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teatons Revisited</title><content type='html'>I ran across this &lt;a href="http://www.ourmidland.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=16911613&amp;BRD=2289&amp;PAG=461&amp;dept_id=472542&amp;rfi=6"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; today in the Midland Daily News from Michigan about The Teatons that I posted several weeks ago. Interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-115274547017534344?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115274547017534344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=115274547017534344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/115274547017534344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/115274547017534344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/teatons-revisited.html' title='The Teatons Revisited'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-115181995196071004</id><published>2006-07-01T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:59:23.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw Meat (with apologies to Max Cannon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.litb.com/RawMeat01.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.litb.com/RawMeat01.swf" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-115181995196071004?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115181995196071004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=115181995196071004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/115181995196071004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/115181995196071004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/raw-meat-with-apologies-to-max-cannon.html' title='Raw Meat (with apologies to Max Cannon)'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-114221453925315168</id><published>2006-03-12T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:17:20.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smouch?</title><content type='html'>If you haven't been to this site yet, you might want to check it out. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.smouch.com"&gt;Smouch.com&lt;/a&gt; and it's a place where you can rewrite Japanese commercials. There are several clips of Japanese commercials with the soundtrack still intact. Click on "New Smouch" and you can add your own subtitled dialog. The results can be serious, poignant or just plain funny. Here is one I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://smouch.net/media/23.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" width="320" height="270" play="false" loop="false" FlashVars="sub1=But+if+we+%2Aclaim%2A+he%27s+dead%2C+no+one+will+fall+for+it.&amp;sub2=Then+we+put+clues+in+our+songs.&amp;sub3=And+on+the+album+covers.&amp;sub4=What+are+you+guys+talking+about%2C+John%3F&amp;sub5=Even+in+the+liner+notes.&amp;sub6=Maybe+some+things+played+backwards.&amp;sub7=Yeah%2C+that+could+work.&amp;sub8=George%2C+what+are+you+guys+talking+about%3F&amp;sub9=Shut+up+Paul+and+get+our+order.&amp;sub10=Okay.&amp;" /embed src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are over 2,000 registered users here and the average age is most likely around 16-18 so you're going to see a lot of obscenities. But, after filtering through the junk, you will see that some of these people do have the ability to crack wise in a clean way. And these are usually the really funny ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another I did is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://smouch.net/media/14.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" width="320" height="270" play="false" loop="false" FlashVars="sub1=Is+it+true+what+they+say%3F&amp;sub2=Well+now%2C+that+depends+on+what+you+mean.&amp;sub3=Well%2C+they+say+you+kidnapped+me+when+I+was+just+a+toddler.&amp;sub4=Oh%2C+that.+Of+course+I+did.+Drink+your+tea.&amp;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, of course, I was just writing what I thought the person sounded like they were saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://smouch.net/media/17.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" width="320" height="270" play="false" loop="false" FlashVars="sub1=Mine%27s+a+Little+Girl.+Dorrito+Dressed+Up+As+Panda+Bear&amp;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I did here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://smouch.net/media/3.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" width="320" height="270" play="false" loop="false" FlashVars="sub1=I+come+Here+To+Kiss+A+Girl++++++Smoke+Out+A+Key+It+To+Render&amp;sub2=+++++++++++++++++Hi.+Tossing+On+Potatoes&amp;sub3=What+The+Funk...++Hey%3F&amp;" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check it out and enjoy a fresh Smouch today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-114221453925315168?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114221453925315168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=114221453925315168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/114221453925315168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/114221453925315168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/foshata.html' title='Smouch?'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-114176697641698057</id><published>2006-03-07T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:24:01.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TVLand's Monoply</title><content type='html'>It's really sad how greedy stations get when it comes to fleecing the viewers of the programs they show. Take for example TVLand who just aired an episode of Leave It To Beaver called "Wally Buys A Car." By the time they got done with it it had been trimmed no less than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seven minutes&lt;/span&gt; to make time for commercial breaks.  If they do that to every episode over the period of an entire season that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1638 minutes&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27.3 hours&lt;/span&gt;!. Imagine the money made on commercials run during this time while the viewing public misses key scenes. And now missing is the entire ending of each episode as they air their inane babble and then voiceover the final scene and credits.&lt;br /&gt;This is just one series. Now imagine the amount of time when you add up all the series that they have a monopoly on. The commercial airtime is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staggering&lt;/span&gt; . And if that isn't enough, the original actors, who starred in many of the shows that we hold dear, see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely zero&lt;/span&gt; in residuals.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time that TVLand give up Leave It To Beaver, and all the other shows that they are monopolizing, and give the smaller, independent stations a chance to air these shows, and maybe, just maybe the local stations won't butcher these programs by paring them down to practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: if you don't think TVLand is shaving major time off the shows just wait a couple weeks until they begin rerunning the Leave It To Beaver series and get out your DVD of the first season. Compare the episodes. You will see that there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAJOR&lt;/span&gt; chunks missing. This is happening with all the series they show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-114176697641698057?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114176697641698057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=114176697641698057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/114176697641698057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/114176697641698057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/tvlands-monoply.html' title='TVLand&apos;s Monoply'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-112910419868215098</id><published>2005-10-12T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:08:52.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc Savage and his Five Aides</title><content type='html'>Speaking of Doc Savage. Oh, I guess we weren't were we? Nonetheless, I have to say that of all the books I've read for entertainment purposes the ones I remember most fondly were the Doc Savage series. I read the most of them in 1969 when I was 15 years old and very impressionable. I spent the whole summer reading and drove my whole family crazy because that was all I would do. It was pure heaven. I remember the first one I ever bought was (Bantam of course) The Sargasso Ogre. I was enthralled by this story about the Bermuda Triangle. I never knew a thing about it until then.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that the reading was geared to the young teenage mind but then I was a young teenager and it suited me perfectly. (How unfortunate that I have not progressed emotionally past that stage in my life. Sigh.) I have been drawn to all facets of science and science fiction and  believe I did progress a bit more in school after my introduction to his series.&lt;br /&gt;If you have never read any of the DS books, I would recommend them, not as an avenue to higher learning but most assuredly as a way to spark the interest in the juvenile mind. Either your own or some child you know that needs a little push to get him to enjoy his reading a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-112910419868215098?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112910419868215098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=112910419868215098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/112910419868215098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/112910419868215098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/doc-savage-and-his-five-aides.html' title='Doc Savage and his Five Aides'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-112386664109720252</id><published>2005-08-12T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:10:06.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatons'/><title type='text'>The Teatons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4980/542/1600/teaton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4980/542/320/teaton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen them around? I saw one the other day and I wondered "What The...?"&lt;br /&gt;They're little post-it notes that have a cartoon on them. They pop up in the most unusual places. There was one stuck to the sign in the stationary isle of a Target store. I hear they are popping up all over the planet. There was one seen on the Adams School Bike racks in Midland, Michigan and another in the United Kingdom. They've also been sighted in Milan Italy!&lt;br /&gt;If you have any info about these little one-panel cartoons, please send an email to me or post a reply here. BTW : that's the one I saw most recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-112386664109720252?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112386664109720252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=112386664109720252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/112386664109720252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/112386664109720252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/teatons.html' title='The Teatons'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-112063988369424641</id><published>2005-07-06T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:14:49.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search engines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locate'/><title type='text'>Can it really be found?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was surfing the other day. Yeah, net surfing, that's right. I was searching for some info on a recipe that my pop used to use way back when I was a kid. It was this really good topping for ice cream made from Hershey's cocoa. It was kinda thick but not like fudge. I don't think he put milk in it. Anyways I got a real craving for it and decided I'd make some. I used AllTheWeb (my personal favorite search engine) and found what I thought must be the recipe. I tried making it tonight and lo and behold, it wasn't anything like the way my pops used to make. A bit ago I tried to find the right recipe, using some more precise verbiage in the search eng. I spent waaay too much time and never did find that recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, you have to realize that I really pride myself on my ability to locate just about any bit of info on the net. (I was an "expert" on Askme.com for years.) I mean, after all, isn't that what the net is there for? Can't you find out anything if you look long enough? Well, I thought you could but, alas, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Earlier tonight I was looking for some info on a cloak (yeah, cloak, as in LOTR or Harry Potter) and I spent another huge amount of time and found nothing on this particular garment. For cryin' out loud, it was made in 2001. I can't even find a listing for the mfg. (Sandman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So here are the few things I have been unable to find on the net lately. If you can find them I will tip my hat to you for your effort and success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As I said, chocolate topping made with Hershey's cocoa that is NOT made with milk but is thick and sticky on ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Info on a company called Sandman ((C) 2001 D.C. Comics) that manufactured cloaks in 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Info on a group, that I heard on Doctor Demento a couple dozen years back, called One foot In The Grave. I contacted a group with that name but they claim never to have performed the song I heard. (Not my imagination as I have the song on cassette. It's called Leave It To Beaver.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't find something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, feel free to post below. I'm sure I'm not the only one, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&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/8182687-112063988369424641?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112063988369424641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=112063988369424641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/112063988369424641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/112063988369424641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-it-really-be-found.html' title='Can it really be found?'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-111360392079217867</id><published>2005-04-15T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:17:26.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad suff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doom'/><title type='text'>No Time Like The Future</title><content type='html'>Recently I was informed that my brother had a heart attack and they are giving him a pacemaker. This comes as no surprise as my father had a pacemaker and I've had OHS (open heart surgery) and my sister and I have CHF (congestive heart failure). But I am sure that things will start looking up. I mean where else can they go? That's the one reassuring thing about bad stuff that happens to people. You can always count on things to get better when they've reached bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we all know that that is not true. Our perception of "the bottom" is warped and due to a limited imagination or an unwillingness to face the truth. And the truth of the matter is; things can always get worse. Example: 911 = thousands dead. Tsunami = tens of thousands dead.&lt;br /&gt;So the next time someone calls to tell you Aunt Martha is in the hospital, you can be sure it can get worse. Just wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-111360392079217867?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111360392079217867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=111360392079217867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/111360392079217867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/111360392079217867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-time-like-future.html' title='No Time Like The Future'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182687.post-111130644281920540</id><published>2005-03-20T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:18:30.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Grandchild</title><content type='html'>I finally have something to write about again. On March 7 this year I became a granpa for the fifth time. Aydin George is the little fella's name. 9 lbs 8oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/aydin01.JPG"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; are a couple of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litb.com/aydin03.JPG"&gt;And here he is with his gramps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182687-111130644281920540?l=marcusteesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111130644281920540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182687&amp;postID=111130644281920540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/111130644281920540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182687/posts/default/111130644281920540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusteesblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-grandchild.html' title='New Grandchild'/><author><name>Marcus Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017084378633663750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048537893305196050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>