<?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-13145419</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:56:04.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JamesLast</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114976921067546671</id><published>2006-06-08T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:20:10.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>I've moved to Wordpress!!Link HERERSS feed HEREComments RSS feed HEREI will not be posting to this site as of 6/8/06</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114976921067546671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114976921067546671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114976921067546671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114976921067546671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/06/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114968514405332320</id><published>2006-06-07T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:48:23.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>False Teachers</title><summary type='text'>So I was reading in 2 Peter Ch. 2 last night and I had something hit me: 18For they mouth empty, boastful words and, by appealing to the lustful desires of sinful human nature, they entice people who are just escaping from those who live in error. 19They promise them freedom, while they themselves are slaves of depravity—for a man is a slave to whatever has mastered him. I'm not sure why, but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114968514405332320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114968514405332320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114968514405332320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114968514405332320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/06/false-teachers.html' title='False Teachers'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114962408648018509</id><published>2006-06-06T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:01:26.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dam!</title><summary type='text'>So Chinese engineers blew up the last of the temporary dams at the just-completed Three Gorges Dam.  Pretty sweet video of them doing so here.  Especially cool is the views of the water levels suddenly rising/dropping. Although the hydroelectric portion of the dam isn't operational yet, it is completed structurally and now holding back a massive body of water.  Three Gorges is 5x the size of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114962408648018509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114962408648018509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114962408648018509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114962408648018509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/06/dam.html' title='Dam!'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114962065850997449</id><published>2006-06-06T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:04:18.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><summary type='text'>What am I excited about?  Soccer.  Why? Because hopefully tonight will be my first night playing with the BMW Soccer Club.  And what a great day it is for a little futbol.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114962065850997449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114962065850997449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114962065850997449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114962065850997449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/06/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114953624957100698</id><published>2006-06-05T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:37:29.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><summary type='text'>So I get bored with just relaying the facts about my weekend.  In light of this, I'm going to recite the events using only ridiculously short phrases:Friday: X-men movie, anger, food, Garrison, talk, late, sleepSaturday: sleep, Karla, Brent, mall, PF Changs, ice skate, laugh, Barley's, new people, more new people, inundated w/ new people, sleepSunday: Newspring, grass, run, gym, hours of laundry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114953624957100698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114953624957100698' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114953624957100698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114953624957100698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114926122952910021</id><published>2006-06-02T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:13:49.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Group</title><summary type='text'>So I'm thinking about getting up a group of peeps to go to Carowinds on Saturday, June 24th.  The nice thing is that since I work onsite @ BMW, I can get a pretty sweet discount on tickets.  The price I can get them for even beats the group discount.  Awesome.  Anybody interested?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114926122952910021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114926122952910021' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114926122952910021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114926122952910021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/06/group.html' title='Group'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114912522604937301</id><published>2006-05-31T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:27:06.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants...</title><summary type='text'>Just in case anyone might be interested in knowing what music I am currently seeking after:1. Out of the Fierce Parade: Velvet Teen            2. Elysium: Velvet Teen            3. You are Here: +/- (Plus/Minus)            4. Blue Screen Life: Pinback            5. Eyes Open:  Snow Patrol            6. Mean Way In: Division DayI've recently really enjoyed the CD Howl Howl Gaff Gaff from the Shout</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114912522604937301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114912522604937301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114912522604937301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114912522604937301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/wants.html' title='Wants...'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114911684314297337</id><published>2006-05-31T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:07:23.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing</title><summary type='text'>I changed some things...Sure wish I had better design/coding skillz...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114911684314297337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114911684314297337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114911684314297337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114911684314297337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/changing.html' title='Changing'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114904337488818594</id><published>2006-05-30T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:42:54.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed this...</title><summary type='text'>So many times I get caught up in trying to dicern what God's Will is for me at any given moment.  That's why I needed this today.  (Thanks David).  If you have a chance, read it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114904337488818594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114904337488818594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114904337488818594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114904337488818594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/needed-this.html' title='Needed this...'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114902608822291229</id><published>2006-05-30T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:38:25.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mem Day</title><summary type='text'>Here's what I've learned over Memorial Day weekend:PF Changs is the best darn Chinese food you'll ever have the pleasure of inserting into your digestive track.  Moving sucks. I hate it.  But thanks to Melissa, Mom, Garrison, Brian, PJ Angela and Andi, it went quickly and smoothly. And I mean smooth like butta.  I think I'm really going to dig G-vegas too.  I went running up and down Main Street </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114902608822291229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114902608822291229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114902608822291229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114902608822291229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/mem-day.html' title='Mem Day'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114864804749962757</id><published>2006-05-26T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:54:07.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><summary type='text'>Tears came reading this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114864804749962757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114864804749962757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114864804749962757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114864804749962757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114864453717042227</id><published>2006-05-26T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T07:57:33.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball and the Current State of Affairs</title><summary type='text'>So I went to a baseball game last night.  Yea, baseball.  Is it really any wonder that the official "American Pastime" is one of the least athletic sports out of the 4 big 'uns (Football, Basketball, Baseball, Soccer)?  Just a thought.  And why is it that baseball games must have random injections of pop culture and poorly performed entertainment during the game?  Wait...is it because the game </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114864453717042227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114864453717042227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114864453717042227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114864453717042227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/baseball-and-current-state-of-affairs.html' title='Baseball and the Current State of Affairs'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114857138215296365</id><published>2006-05-25T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:36:22.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST Finale</title><summary type='text'>So, after months of missing Lost, I made it for the season finale...and now I'm more confused than ever.  Just kidding.  It certainly has resparked my interest in the show so I think I will recap myself on all that I've missed thus far via DVD.  Beyond that, the outdoor viewing went exceptionally well, if I don't say so myself. Wings, stars, people, mosquitos, what's not to love? I have some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114857138215296365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114857138215296365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114857138215296365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114857138215296365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost-finale.html' title='LOST Finale'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114849737089929443</id><published>2006-05-24T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:02:50.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Mean One More...</title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah....I'M OFFICIALLY A GREENVILLIAN NOW...OR GREENVILLEIAN OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114849737089929443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114849737089929443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114849737089929443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114849737089929443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-mean-one-more.html' title='I Mean One More...'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114849679357201864</id><published>2006-05-24T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:53:13.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One More</title><summary type='text'>So the verse for today on my own blogsite was Romans 12:10: Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.Such a simple statement yet somehow ridiculously difficult to do in life.  That's what is great about being a Christian: you know it's real because it continually flies in the face of what you naturally want to do yet you always have so much more peace living</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114849679357201864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114849679357201864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114849679357201864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114849679357201864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-more.html' title='One More'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114849575241120904</id><published>2006-05-24T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:35:52.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><summary type='text'>Man, it feels like FOREVER since I wrote on this thing.  Wait a minute...it has been!  And although I think it's a mild cop-out to say things like, "Things have been really, really busy" and "man, I just don't have time" I must admit that this has been the case for some time.  But finally, things are looking up...in terms of actually getting a social life back.  So I remember back in Decemeber </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114849575241120904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114849575241120904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114849575241120904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114849575241120904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/05/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114572216884647458</id><published>2006-04-22T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:09:29.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow</title><summary type='text'>So I'm not dead...yet.  I'm still alive.  I think I'm still awake, but sometimes I'm not sure...That "lateral move" I spoke of earlier ended up being a "rocket to another level" move.  I'm happy.  I really am.  I'm working 60+ hours a week and have been given a level of responsibility that I honestly have done nothing to deserve, as far as this company is concerned.  I've gone from struggling to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114572216884647458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114572216884647458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114572216884647458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114572216884647458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114226840931897546</id><published>2006-03-13T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:46:49.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong Update</title><summary type='text'>Official Info:It is held at North Point Community Church in Alpharetta, GA and starts at 7:30 pm.  The doors open at 7:00 pm and seats are available on a first come first serve basis.Hillsong United will be visiting 7|22 on Tuesday, April 4th.  There is no admission charge to 7|22.  However, we will take a special offering that night in order to help cover some of the expenses.For more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114226840931897546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114226840931897546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114226840931897546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114226840931897546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/03/hillsong-update.html' title='Hillsong Update'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114201583448372068</id><published>2006-03-10T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:38:14.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody</title><summary type='text'>Nobody else seems to be posting to their blogs today so I'll just post to mine.  Something I recently had "click":  how to let go of an uncertain future without making up the answer for yourself.  For instance, I would like to be married one day.  I think God wants me married one day, but it doesn't seem to be happening.  Because of my personality, I almost want to say, "Well, it's just never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114201583448372068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114201583448372068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114201583448372068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114201583448372068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/03/nobody.html' title='Nobody'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114125016125343699</id><published>2006-03-01T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:56:01.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Engage</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't been, you should go.  Tuesday night, 7:30pm, Grace Church on Pelham Rd. in G-vegas. I heard one of the most moving sermons I've ever heard there last night.  If you can get a podcast, get "why can't I get everything under control" via Wayfarer Ministries podcast.  If not, go here to listen online.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114125016125343699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114125016125343699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114125016125343699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114125016125343699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/03/engage.html' title='Engage'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114079474541816176</id><published>2006-02-24T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:25:45.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' Plans</title><summary type='text'>Hillsong United (greatest youth praise band in existence) is coming to Northpoint Community Church in the ATL on Tuesday April 4th @ 7:30.  You know what the best part is?  IT'S FREE.  That's right, free concert.  Holy cow I'm excited.  Here's the info.  Also, Stellastar* will be playing at the 40 Watt club in Athens that Thursday.  I'll be making road trips that whole week apparently.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114079474541816176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114079474541816176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114079474541816176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114079474541816176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/02/makin-plans.html' title='Makin&apos; Plans'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114054841023989153</id><published>2006-02-21T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:00:10.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><summary type='text'>So I just happened to be thinking about something: Does God ever give us a time frame for certain things to be accomplished?  I have seen plenty of examples in the Bible where God foretells something to someone (Noah, Abraham, the whole coming of the Messiah thing...) but are there examples in the Bible of God not only saying "_________ will happen." but also that it would happen in a specific </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114054841023989153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114054841023989153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114054841023989153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114054841023989153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/02/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-114009846493538725</id><published>2006-02-16T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T09:01:04.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Playing</title><summary type='text'>HillSong United.  I just recently purchased More than Life and I honestly can't help but crank the volume when listening to it.  I've had Look to You for some time and it's a loud one as well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/114009846493538725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=114009846493538725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114009846493538725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/114009846493538725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-playing.html' title='Now Playing'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113993188718583360</id><published>2006-02-14T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:44:47.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><summary type='text'>Change is good.  Most of us agree with that.  I, for one, don't usually deal with change that well.  At least not big change. But last night, as I was looking out my bedroom window, it occurred to me that it was this time last year that I really began seeking after God in a serious way.  This time last year was when I began to really put God first and to fully submit to His Will for my life, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113993188718583360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113993188718583360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113993188718583360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113993188718583360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113992604627541693</id><published>2006-02-14T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:07:26.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remaking Bish</title><summary type='text'>I recently decided that I would "make" myself a morning person.  Historically, I haven't been much for waking up early.  I've been somewhat forced into through my military experience, but I usually dread getting up anytime earlier than 30 minutes prior to when I need to be somewhere.  But I decided I didn't like that about myself and I knew I needed some form of motivation to get me out of bed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113992604627541693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113992604627541693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113992604627541693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113992604627541693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/02/remaking-bish.html' title='Remaking Bish'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113951937000159522</id><published>2006-02-09T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:09:30.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor:</title><summary type='text'>In honor of Chuck Norris, today I'd like to pay hommage to my personal top 10 list of Chuck Norris facts, in no particular order:1: Chuck Norris went to a fortune teller once. She predicted pain.2: Chuck Norris beat IBM's Deep Blue in chess in under 30 seconds, then killed the     families of the engineers who designed it because Chuck Norris has no patience for incompetence.3: The "Chuck" in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113951937000159522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113951937000159522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113951937000159522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113951937000159522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-honor.html' title='In honor:'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113951528668890710</id><published>2006-02-09T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:12:35.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle:</title><summary type='text'>It has come, my friends.  Yes, it has come.  Is it possible for a human to conceive of an event so wrought with power?  Dare I say not!  See the infamous Chuck  Norris interviewed by Tony Danza.  What I wouldn't give to just have seen Chuck roundhouse kick Tony to the face instantly ending his existence then stand over his contorted body and in true Walker, Texas Ranger style say, "Who's the boss</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113951528668890710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113951528668890710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113951528668890710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113951528668890710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/02/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle:'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113942375413380251</id><published>2006-02-08T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:35:54.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><summary type='text'>A lot has happened.  And by a lot I mean a great deal.  And by a great deal I mean if anyone is reading this, you'll have to ask me in person because I'm not going to cram it all into this little webspace....Have you ever been "tasked" by God?  I mean have you ever experienced something and heard yourself saying, "Man, it feels like I was built for this."  I can now say that I've joined the ranks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113942375413380251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113942375413380251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113942375413380251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113942375413380251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/02/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113743481053620753</id><published>2006-01-16T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T13:06:50.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could You?</title><summary type='text'>Yes, God; how could you be so good to me?So I'm going on a trip soon.  Yep, takin' a trip.  A trip to see what God has in store for me regarding foriegn mission work.  A trip God obviously wants me to take.  How do I know?  I'll tell you:I needed approx $900 dollars to finish paying off the cost of this trip.  Not that much when you have a few months, but I needed it in a week.  So, I had a yard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113743481053620753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113743481053620753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113743481053620753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113743481053620753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-could-you.html' title='How Could You?'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113690038621864656</id><published>2006-01-10T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T08:39:46.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A deity</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, I have achieved diety status.  Sweet.  On another note, I have decided to pass the Jeep on.  No, I did not buy the Trooper I had considered.  Instead I went for a 1988 Toyota Camry from my brother.  It's clean, in good condition and only cost me $800.  (and it gets 32 mpg!).  As of yet, I have not sold the Jeep, although it is officially for sale.  I know, I know,  I just lost SO MANY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113690038621864656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113690038621864656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113690038621864656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113690038621864656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2006/01/deity.html' title='A deity'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113570783163978107</id><published>2005-12-27T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:17:01.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom God Vs. Navas God</title><summary type='text'>So a friend of mine and I got into a discussion a few days ago concerning how we view and interact with God and I learned something important.  My mom is great (but that isn't what I learned!).  She's the best mom I know of and I'm not just saying that.  She brought me up to be myself and let me ask many, many questions.  I suppose I've been in the habit that if Mom told me to do something, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113570783163978107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113570783163978107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113570783163978107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113570783163978107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/12/mom-god-vs-navas-god.html' title='Mom God Vs. Navas God'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113528145866504825</id><published>2005-12-22T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:57:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Underdog:</title><summary type='text'>UPDATE YOUR MOTHER-LOVING BLOG.  Thousands, if not millions of dedicated and hopeful fans have endured far too much time passing.  You are LOSING them.  Their numbers shrink by the hundreds every hour.  Try as I might to keep them hopeful; to instill that urge to fight just a little while longer, they keep telling me: "He's gone, man!  He's forsaken us!  Look at how long it has been!  All is lost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113528145866504825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113528145866504825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113528145866504825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113528145866504825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-underdog.html' title='Dear Underdog:'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113519056128751378</id><published>2005-12-21T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:24:18.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bothered</title><summary type='text'>I've recently been thinking about something.  Yeah, not an uncommon thing for me to do.  I probably think too much as it is.  Be that as it may, this topic really bothers me.  Sex and society.  When I think about what God intended relationships between a man and a women to be and compare that with what the world is telling us and even what I've done in my life, I feel sick.  I just don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113519056128751378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113519056128751378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113519056128751378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113519056128751378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/12/bothered.html' title='Bothered'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113517986855326186</id><published>2005-12-21T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:44:28.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate</title><summary type='text'>There's a debate going on in my head right now.  Should I sell my 1999 Jeep Wrangler Sport (the very same I recently sunk in a mudhole) and purchase the vehicle you see here (1991 Isuzu Trooper)?  While it isn't a raging debate, let's try to work out some details:I still owe a decent amount of bread on the Jeep. (side note: we should all go back to referring to money as "bread"). While it is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113517986855326186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113517986855326186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113517986855326186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113517986855326186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/12/debate.html' title='Debate'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113475729675868452</id><published>2005-12-16T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:21:36.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack and Kong</title><summary type='text'>So Ryan and I saw King Kong the other night.  I was actually pretty good.  A bit too much of a love story (I wanted to see more of Kong destroying things..he he he) but good nonetheless.  One scene stuck with me, though.  No, it wasn't Kong ripping open the jaws of a T-Rex.  It wasn't Kong terrorizing NYC, and it wasn't even the numerous chances one gets to stare into the eyes of Naomi Watts who,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113475729675868452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113475729675868452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113475729675868452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113475729675868452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/12/jack-and-kong.html' title='Jack and Kong'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113474710413965183</id><published>2005-12-16T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:39:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke</title><summary type='text'>Well, it was time.  My good friend Luke left us yesterday at the ripe old age of 14 years.  He went peacefully and (thankfully) not by a needle at the vet's office.  He simply fell asleep and didn't wake up. I know, it's only a cat, but he was a friend too and Luke had been with me since I was in 8th grade.  My brother had him before then, but gave him to us to keep when he moved into an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113474710413965183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113474710413965183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113474710413965183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113474710413965183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/12/luke.html' title='Luke'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113396805996494766</id><published>2005-12-07T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:07:52.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunk</title><summary type='text'>I had fun this past weekend.  Not too much fun, not so little fun that I'm faking it, but just enough to warrant some posting to "da blog."Friday night: went with Ryan, Kylie, Crystal, Crystal's friends, Nick and Heidi to the Grove Park Inn for a swanky, fireside time of hanging out and conversation.  However, due to my sometimes anti-social behavior and desire to really "experience" the new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113396805996494766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113396805996494766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113396805996494766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113396805996494766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunk.html' title='Sunk'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113268124510803032</id><published>2005-11-22T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:40:45.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Powerful Zod</title><summary type='text'>This gave me a number of hearty laughes at work today.  Thanks Shua.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113268124510803032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113268124510803032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113268124510803032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113268124510803032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-powerful-zod.html' title='All Powerful Zod'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113259857954349124</id><published>2005-11-21T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:42:59.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck</title><summary type='text'>Aside from the occasional curse, this is hysterical.  Man I love me some Chuck Norris.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113259857954349124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113259857954349124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113259857954349124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113259857954349124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/11/chuck.html' title='Chuck'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113172229381875904</id><published>2005-11-11T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:18:13.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't figure it out:</title><summary type='text'>I just can't seem to figure out why I think this is funny...but for some reason it is.  I sure do miss Teen Wolf...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113172229381875904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113172229381875904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113172229381875904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113172229381875904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-figure-it-out.html' title='I can&apos;t figure it out:'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113164020112022789</id><published>2005-11-10T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T11:30:01.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Inner Geek</title><summary type='text'>So recently I just went to the bookstore and purchased Fabric of the Cosmos: Space, Time and the Texture of Reality.  Essentially, it is a book on new theories of physics (String theory, Inflationary Cosmology, etc.)and how they tie into the current scientific view of space and time.  What a geek I must be.  To dive even further, I finished a book not too long ago on Chaos Theory entitled Chaos: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113164020112022789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113164020112022789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113164020112022789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113164020112022789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-inner-geek.html' title='For the Inner Geek'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113137747578296136</id><published>2005-11-07T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:31:15.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash!</title><summary type='text'>I haven't got a lot of time right now, but something BIG happened last night at church.  For the first time in my life, I led someone to Christ!  This is a big thing not only for the guy I led (his name was Richie), but also for me.  This is a far cry from the person I was even a year ago and is yet another example of how much God can change someone when they decide to get serious about Jesus.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113137747578296136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113137747578296136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113137747578296136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113137747578296136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/11/news-flash.html' title='News Flash!'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113102696555016501</id><published>2005-11-03T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:12:36.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IBM slows light, readies it for networking</title><summary type='text'>Interesting article on how IBM and other companies are slowing light in order to transfer data optically here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113102696555016501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113102696555016501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113102696555016501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113102696555016501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/11/ibm-slows-light-readies-it-for.html' title='IBM slows light, readies it for networking'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113085989051491249</id><published>2005-11-01T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:44:50.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe Playing</title><summary type='text'>This slapped me in the face this morning...Especially the part about our jobs.  I know too many people (myself included) that are in their jobs because it is comfortable.  But somewhere lurking inside them is that desire to do something more, something dangerous, to really make a difference.  So, the question for me is: What can I do that isn't safe today?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113085989051491249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113085989051491249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113085989051491249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113085989051491249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/11/safe-playing.html' title='Safe Playing'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113085279528760232</id><published>2005-11-01T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:48:38.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweekend</title><summary type='text'>Pagan festivals, yeah! Saturday night was spent with Gizz, Jessica and Garrison and the India Association of Greater Greenville Diwali Festival.  I was convinced that I would walk into the place and see a large bronze cow with people dancing around it, but it turned out to really be nothing but a dinner party with food, music, etc.  We had a great time getting to know Garrison's Indian friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113085279528760232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113085279528760232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113085279528760232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113085279528760232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloweekend.html' title='Halloweekend'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113042378659281791</id><published>2005-10-27T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:26:26.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reason</title><summary type='text'>So, a Google search for "Bish" returns this which might be useful for anybody in the need of Unix/Linux BASH scripts.  I just thought the term "Bish-Bash" works on so many levels...And although I know this topic is many years old, I still seem to receive forwards from people regarding a FCC Petition number 2493 every once in a while.  Just for anyone who happens to stumble upon this blog and has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113042378659281791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113042378659281791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113042378659281791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113042378659281791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-reason.html' title='No Reason'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-113017622871692155</id><published>2005-10-24T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:50:28.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW DOWN!!!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I might need to slowdown a little here. Thursday: 1/2 day @ work, helped set-up Newspring concert.  Great concert BTW.  Made me wish I had kept up my guitar playing.  I remember all too well the smile I would get playing on stage with Jon and Lee in high school...Friday: work, then straight to Mauldin for dinner celebrating Gizz's girlfriend's upcoming mission trip.  She prepared some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/113017622871692155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=113017622871692155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113017622871692155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/113017622871692155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/10/slow-down.html' title='SLOW DOWN!!!'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112981422522218812</id><published>2005-10-20T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:17:05.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST (Oh where could I be?)</title><summary type='text'>So my friend Lanna invited me to a LOST party at another friend Ken's house.  I've never been one to really get into television shows on a regular basis (unless its the A-Team or Airwolf!) so this was a brave new world for me.  I had only seen one episode prior to last night (season 2 opener) and needless to say, I was left with a lot of questions.  Thankfully, however, the group was kind enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112981422522218812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112981422522218812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112981422522218812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112981422522218812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/10/lost-oh-where-could-i-be.html' title='LOST (Oh where could I be?)'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112973044374681199</id><published>2005-10-19T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:00:43.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Fun</title><summary type='text'>I got talked into going to the Anderson County Fair this past Monday.  I really didn't feel much like going at first, but decided to anyway.  On the way back home, I couldn't help but think how grateful I was for being talked into going by my friend Kylie.  Thanks Lanna for taking great pictures and major props to Karla for showing me my new favorite ride, the Gravatron.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112973044374681199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112973044374681199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112973044374681199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112973044374681199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/10/fair-fun.html' title='Fair Fun'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112811127353563077</id><published>2005-09-30T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:14:33.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New CD's</title><summary type='text'>After my visit to Earshot Music last weekend, I came away with some pretty good CD's:Longwave's "There's a Fire"Stellastar*'s "Harmonies for the Haunted"Sigur Ros's "Takk"Nada Surf's "The Weight is a Gift"And finally,The Decemberists' "The Tain, EP"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112811127353563077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112811127353563077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112811127353563077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112811127353563077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-cds.html' title='New CD&apos;s'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112801468532728375</id><published>2005-09-29T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:24:45.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the A-T-L</title><summary type='text'>This past Tuesday I had the pleasure of attending the Oasis/Jet show at the Hi-Fi Buys amphitheater in Atlanta with my good English friend Nick.  I have to say that Jet was better than I thought they would be.  Straight-forward, no frilly light show, loud as all get-out ROCK.  It was old-school guitar-driven party rock and Jet actually looked like they were just up there having a blast.  Oasis, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112801468532728375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112801468532728375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112801468532728375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112801468532728375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-a-t-l.html' title='Back to the A-T-L'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112774712429265404</id><published>2005-09-26T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:05:24.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cap it Off</title><summary type='text'>And to cap off the weekend, we had a great Sunday at Newspring.  Not only was the service simply the most relevant, creative, and well produced salvation messages I've yet to see, but we had 4,433 people show up over 4 services (a new record) and 47 people come to know Christ. I'm so thankful I can play a small part in all of what is going on there.  God is really doing some incredible things!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112774712429265404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112774712429265404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112774712429265404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112774712429265404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-cap-it-off.html' title='To Cap it Off'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112774426338390360</id><published>2005-09-26T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:17:43.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags in the Big A-T-L</title><summary type='text'>*see pictures below* I had the pleasure of attending the fascinating world of Six Flags over Georgia this past Saturday with Kylie, Amber, Lori, and Heath.  I had not previously met Lori and Heath before, but they proved to both be good sports and didn't chicken out of riding the good rides (even ones I wouldn't ride like those freefalls *shiver*). God even hooked Kylie and I up with free tickets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112774426338390360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112774426338390360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112774426338390360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112774426338390360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/six-flags-in-big-t-l.html' title='Six Flags in the Big A-T-L'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112774025136422848</id><published>2005-09-26T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:29:15.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six flags group</title><summary type='text'>Myself, Lori, Amber, Kylie and Heath</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112774025136422848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112774025136422848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112774025136422848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112774025136422848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/six-flags-group.html' title='Six flags group'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112774014070609312</id><published>2005-09-26T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:19:21.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><summary type='text'>Lori, Amber and Kylie at Six Flags over GA in the ATL!(Poor quality, I know.  I curse my stupid camera phone)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112774014070609312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112774014070609312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112774014070609312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112774014070609312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112752736664086168</id><published>2005-09-23T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:02:46.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last....</title><summary type='text'>Already my weekend is off to a great start.  My life here in Anderson is complete at long last.  Earshot Music recently opened up a second store on Coffee Street in Greenville.  The setup is quite frankly the best small music store I've seen.  It only contains roughly 6,000 titles, but boasts a full service coffee bar, DVD's, and multiple flat screen computer terminals that let you search, listen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112752736664086168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112752736664086168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112752736664086168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112752736664086168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-last.html' title='At Last....'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112741645820195081</id><published>2005-09-22T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:14:18.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glacier Flickr Set</title><summary type='text'>This guy has a good set of pics from Glacier National Park.  Makes me want to go even more...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112741645820195081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112741645820195081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112741645820195081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112741645820195081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/glacier-flickr-set.html' title='Glacier Flickr Set'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112741558268497765</id><published>2005-09-22T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:59:42.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Bugs</title><summary type='text'>I have a few friends that are pretty good photographers.  I'm sure they'll appreciate this.  Dialogue of an expensive camera in the hands of an amateur.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112741558268497765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112741558268497765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112741558268497765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112741558268497765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/photo-bugs_22.html' title='Photo Bugs'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112732040658676013</id><published>2005-09-21T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T12:33:26.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alabama 37, Carolina 14</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend I had the pleasure of attending the Alabama/Carolina game in Columbia with my parents.  I had an absolute blast.  Not only did Alabama crush Carolina (good write-up here, but I also had the best time just hanging out with my parents.  That was the most fun I've had with them in a long time.  Even better was the fact that so many Carolina fans left early so leaving the stadium </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112732040658676013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112732040658676013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112732040658676013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112732040658676013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/alabama-37-carolina-14.html' title='Alabama 37, Carolina 14'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112679674123086206</id><published>2005-09-15T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:05:43.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><summary type='text'>Been feeling especially restless the last few days...like I just want to sell all I have and head out somewhere far away. Weird. Can somebody actually benefit from doing so? Would God ever call someone to do something like that? What if?I've also been thinking a good deal about what in the world God is up to...but I guess that's why we trust.I just called one of my coworkers in to pop a zit on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112679674123086206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112679674123086206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112679674123086206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112679674123086206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112661793340407279</id><published>2005-09-13T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:25:33.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend 9.9 - 9.11</title><summary type='text'>Since I've gotten a "real job" I've noticed that my weekends tend to be uncommonly busy.  I guess I try to pack as much into them as I can. This past weekend, I had a chance to go see Coldplay at the Verizon amphitheater in Charlotte, NC.  All I can say is they rocked!  It was one of the best visual presentations I've seen in a live show not to mention the music.  I had tickets to sit on the lawn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112661793340407279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112661793340407279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112661793340407279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112661793340407279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend-99-911.html' title='Weekend 9.9 - 9.11'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112566417574879911</id><published>2005-09-02T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:29:35.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soap Box</title><summary type='text'>Finally a politician says something that remotely looks like real forward thinking.  Now I don't necessarily advocate abandoning New Orleans, but come on:  You build a city that averages 7-12 feet below sea level virtually surrounded on all sides by water and in an area of the world prone to hurricanes then expect Nature to just comply?  Anybody smell ignorance?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112566417574879911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112566417574879911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112566417574879911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112566417574879911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-soap-box.html' title='My Soap Box'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112559376447015578</id><published>2005-09-01T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:56:04.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before/After Pix of New Orleans</title><summary type='text'>Wicked satellite pictures from Global Security here.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112559376447015578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112559376447015578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112559376447015578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112559376447015578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/09/beforeafter-pix-of-new-orleans.html' title='Before/After Pix of New Orleans'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112542876406657190</id><published>2005-08-30T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:06:06.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina Pix</title><summary type='text'>Check this out.  Good pictures of Katrina damage from news channel 4 in New Orleans.  Can you believe it?  30 feet of water in some places...and getting worse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112542876406657190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112542876406657190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112542876406657190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112542876406657190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/katrina-pix.html' title='Katrina Pix'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112534096701685360</id><published>2005-08-29T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:42:47.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><summary type='text'>It's a little slow @ work today so I figured I'd put up my PC wish list.  Yes, I'm trying to build a new PC since I gave all my old ones (I had 7 at one time) up about a year ago.  Super Flower Aluminum Mid TowerIntel P4 640, 3.2 Ghz, 800Mhz FSBIntel D915PBLL MotherboardAsus Extreme AX700PRO Video Card (PCIx)Seagate 80GB SATA HDDBenq DW1625 DVD/RW (black)Kingston 1GB DDR 4200 MemoryBattlefield </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112534096701685360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112534096701685360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112534096701685360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112534096701685360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112532247365327892</id><published>2005-08-29T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:34:33.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Car PC Update</title><summary type='text'>My friend Ken sent this to me via the Make website.  I think this might really work for my Jeep application and would be much easier than the uber-complicated system I wanted to install previously.  It would solve my theft fears since it is an easily removed (practically portable) computer system.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112532247365327892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112532247365327892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532247365327892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532247365327892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-car-pc-update.html' title='In-Car PC Update'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112532189555303887</id><published>2005-08-29T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:24:55.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen, GA</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend I was invited to go tubing in Helen, GA.  Needless to say, I was surprised to find this pseudo-alpine town in northeast Georgia.  I laughed hysterically at the thought...However, I did have a great day.  All eight of us tied up our tubes together so we had a long "snake" of tubers floating down the river.  It all seemed like a great idea until I found myself stranded on a large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112532189555303887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112532189555303887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532189555303887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532189555303887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/helen-ga.html' title='Helen, GA'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112532045833143685</id><published>2005-08-29T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:00:58.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112532045833143685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112532045833143685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532045833143685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532045833143685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/amber.html' title='Amber'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112532032195493833</id><published>2005-08-29T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:58:42.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112532032195493833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112532032195493833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532032195493833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532032195493833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/crystal.html' title='Crystal'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112532020891062194</id><published>2005-08-29T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:56:49.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112532020891062194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112532020891062194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532020891062194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112532020891062194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/kylie.html' title='Kylie'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112508016446185620</id><published>2005-08-26T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:34:22.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><summary type='text'>We finally are getting a Moe's!!Thank you Jesus!!!!It's going in where the Blimpie's was on Clemson Blvd here in Anderson...SWEET</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112508016446185620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112508016446185620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112508016446185620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112508016446185620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112506508747096492</id><published>2005-08-26T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:04:47.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This What a Man Is?</title><summary type='text'>I found the following quote (mistakes and all) from Cindy Sheehan's blog via this website:"So, after Joan Baez gave us a great concert tonight, I got up and I talked about Casey. About the sweet boy who grew up to be a remarkable young man. Casey was not always a brave, big soldier man. He was my sweet, sweet baby once. I told the people at the Camp named after him, that when he was about 2 years</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112506508747096492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112506508747096492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112506508747096492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112506508747096492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-this-what-man-is.html' title='Is This What a Man Is?'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112500266548842453</id><published>2005-08-25T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T16:44:25.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Fix</title><summary type='text'>BBC NEWS | Business | Oil at record $68 as demand soarsSolution: Walk or ride a bikeU.S. Obesity Rate Nearly 25 PercentSolution: Walk or ride a bikeVideo Game AddictionSolution: Walk or ride a bike</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112500266548842453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112500266548842453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112500266548842453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112500266548842453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/easy-fix.html' title='Easy Fix'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112499957305100282</id><published>2005-08-25T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:52:53.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are Little Boys Made Of?</title><summary type='text'>Found this via hrtwrk's blog.  I've been reading a lot lately on the plight of men in our society and how we are being systematically stripped of the very things that make us men.  I want to change that...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112499957305100282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112499957305100282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112499957305100282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112499957305100282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-are-little-boys-made-of.html' title='What Are Little Boys Made Of?'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112499042471172423</id><published>2005-08-25T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:20:24.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord,</title><summary type='text'>You know me better than I know myself.  You know my heart's desire even when I can't seem to find it. You know the deepest parts of me and all that will come.  Today, I die to myself. Mold me, Father. Break me and rebuild me into exactly what You want me to be.  All I am, all I have, all I dream about and everything that will come is Yours and Yours alone. Teach me, stretch me, comfort me, guide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112499042471172423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112499042471172423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112499042471172423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112499042471172423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/lord.html' title='Lord,'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112447841687734709</id><published>2005-08-19T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T15:06:56.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Go...</title><summary type='text'>One day, ONE DAY, I've got to make it here.I've been wanting to go for almost 10 years and have yet to make it.  It's too expensive to fly, so I guess that means a road trip.  I must admit, sometimes I sit around and plan out my trip there knowing I don't have the time or money to go right now.  But mark my words: One day...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112447841687734709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112447841687734709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112447841687734709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112447841687734709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/gotta-go.html' title='Gotta Go...'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112300152250325191</id><published>2005-08-02T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:53:25.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><summary type='text'>Recently my Dad was laid off from his job after over 15 years of faithful service.  Having stayed somewhere that long, I knew it wasn't because he was a bad worker.  My Dad is probably the most honest, hardworking man I know and I was really praying that he wouldn't have to face this situation.  Is he and my mother in a bad spot? No. He still has a good amount of retirement saved up, but it is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112300152250325191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112300152250325191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112300152250325191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112300152250325191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/08/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112230079357578393</id><published>2005-07-25T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:13:13.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 91</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 911 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." 3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence. 4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. 5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112230079357578393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112230079357578393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112230079357578393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112230079357578393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/psalm-91.html' title='Psalm 91'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112195146559752220</id><published>2005-07-21T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:11:05.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcsweeneys</title><summary type='text'>I've had fun reading this today...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112195146559752220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112195146559752220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112195146559752220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112195146559752220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/mcsweeneys.html' title='Mcsweeneys'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112179412703177474</id><published>2005-07-19T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:59:42.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful</title><summary type='text'>While reading one of my friend's blogs today, I came across a comment regarding people who claim to not like this band or that because they are liked by many other people.  Although I have had conversations in the recent past with this person regarding the popularity of bands and my corresponding distaste of their popularity, I don't necessarily think that comment was directed right at me.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112179412703177474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112179412703177474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112179412703177474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112179412703177474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-hate-it-when-our-friends-become.html' title='We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112171930127739972</id><published>2005-07-18T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:41:41.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best 2 Minutes You'll Hear</title><summary type='text'>Artist: Red House PaintersAlbum: Red House Painters 1Song: Brown EyesTell me and take your timeSet free this soul of mineFreeze frame this sedate momentLie me in your quiet groundI understand yourTired eyes for theseTired homes and tired treesI see the pain in thoseBrown eyesFires burn in autumn skies</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112171930127739972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112171930127739972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112171930127739972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112171930127739972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-2-minutes-youll-hear.html' title='Best 2 Minutes You&apos;ll Hear'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112122299355782226</id><published>2005-07-12T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:21:54.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Promotion</title><summary type='text'>Just added a listing of some the bands that have hung around in my CD players and computers for sometime now. Yes, now I'm opening myself up to all sorts of criticisms, etc. Say what you will Shua and Lee! This is me!Speaking of which...I got tickets to see Sun Kil Moon (well actually, just Mark Kozelek) at the Grey Eagle in Asheville next week. Can't wait.Also, I thought I'd mention a word about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112122299355782226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112122299355782226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112122299355782226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112122299355782226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/shameless-promotion.html' title='Shameless Promotion'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112122115874187246</id><published>2005-07-12T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:19:18.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Another Note:</title><summary type='text'>I suppose people have lots of different reasons for posting to their own blogs; passing on information, keeping up with friends, advertising products, etc.  I think I just post to this so I don't forget things...Got a blog?  Why?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112122115874187246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112122115874187246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112122115874187246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112122115874187246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-another-note.html' title='On Another Note:'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112122052844629756</id><published>2005-07-12T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:13:22.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another</title><summary type='text'> &lt;/&gt;Artist: Death Cab for CutieAlbum: TransatlanticismSong: A Lack of ColorAnd when I see you, I really see you upside downBut my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you aroundTurns you around, turns you aroundIf you feel discouraged when there's a lack of color herePlease don't worry lover, it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything the spectrum's A to Z.(ahh... ahhh..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112122052844629756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112122052844629756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112122052844629756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112122052844629756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-another.html' title='And Another'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112108884330828391</id><published>2005-07-11T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:45:15.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Somewhere</title><summary type='text'>This guy is going somewhere...check out his Mp3's here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112108884330828391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112108884330828391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112108884330828391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112108884330828391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/going-somewhere.html' title='Going Somewhere'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-112108845627125734</id><published>2005-07-11T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:27:36.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learned (In No Particular Order):</title><summary type='text'>1. God is in control of everything2. I am in control of nothing3. God’s forgiveness can never be understood by man, but it is real.4. I have loved unselfishly5. I have been loved unselfishly6. I don’t drink alcohol.7. I tell the truth.8. Going to bars and staying sober is like going to baseball games sober…..why go?                   It’s incredibly boring!9. My passions were never lost, only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/112108845627125734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=112108845627125734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112108845627125734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/112108845627125734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-ive-learned-in-no-particular.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned (In No Particular Order):'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111997986928827548</id><published>2005-06-28T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:31:09.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Hell</title><summary type='text'>Props to my friend Brandy for posting this great quote:"To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111997986928827548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111997986928827548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111997986928827548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111997986928827548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-and-hell.html' title='Love and Hell'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111963046463897182</id><published>2005-06-24T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T12:27:44.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence as a Weapon</title><summary type='text'>I read a post on my friend Ken's site concerning some of the things he learned/heard about during his recent trip to Chicago. A few of them concerned a topic I've been learning about recently:"Don't underestimate the power of unresolved tension.""People don't remember what you tell them. They don't remember what you do. But they do remember how you made them feel""The less you say, the more they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111963046463897182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111963046463897182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111963046463897182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111963046463897182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/silence-as-weapon.html' title='Silence as a Weapon'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111949361892459927</id><published>2005-06-22T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:26:58.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is a Night That Calls For:</title><summary type='text'>1 friend, 2 bags of iced animal cookies, 2 6pks of IBC cream soda, and of course a great video game: Medal of Honor: European Assault for the PS2. Need I say more?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111949361892459927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111949361892459927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111949361892459927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111949361892459927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/tonight-is-night-that-calls-for.html' title='Tonight is a Night That Calls For:'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111941026730952785</id><published>2005-06-21T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:17:47.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Life and Tennis</title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I played tennis for the first time in years with a friend of mine.  While I was struggling to bat that ridiculous ball back and forth with him, I began my normal routine of evaluating all my motions and playing in order to better myself. I thought of my positioning just before hitting the ball, the angle of the racket, the swinging motion of my arm and, of course, how hard I was hitting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111941026730952785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111941026730952785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111941026730952785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111941026730952785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/of-life-and-tennis.html' title='Of Life and Tennis'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111868927139680881</id><published>2005-06-13T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:01:59.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Underdogs</title><summary type='text'>Can't find anything to laugh about? Check my friend Ryan's new blog site here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111868927139680881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111868927139680881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111868927139680881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111868927139680881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/underdogs.html' title='Underdogs'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111867600399894587</id><published>2005-06-13T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:20:04.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Cold</title><summary type='text'>Artist: ColdplayAlbum: X &amp; YTrack: 11, "Swallowed in the Sea"You cut me down a treeAnd brought it back to meAnd that's what made me seeWhere I was going wrongYou put me on a shelfAnd kept me for yourselfI can only blame myselfYou can only blame meAnd I could write a songA hundred miles longWell, that's where I belongAnd you belong with meAnd I could write it downOr spread it all aroundGet lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111867600399894587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111867600399894587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111867600399894587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111867600399894587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/playing-cold.html' title='Playing Cold'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111832915184376054</id><published>2005-06-09T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:59:11.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock out</title><summary type='text'>Just bought tickets for Coldplay....just got a copy of "X &amp; Y"....saw Coldplay on VH1 storytellers last night....I'm ready to rock out. I look forward to seeing them play "Fix You" live...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111832915184376054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111832915184376054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111832915184376054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111832915184376054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/rock-out.html' title='Rock out'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111815688651589066</id><published>2005-06-07T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:08:06.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Listening:</title><summary type='text'> Artist: ElbowAlbum: Asleep in the BackNotes:Dark Coldplay with a moody twist.Check out tracks 6,7,12</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111815688651589066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111815688651589066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111815688651589066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111815688651589066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/currently-listening.html' title='Currently Listening:'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111815414008596752</id><published>2005-06-07T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:22:20.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends/Tapes</title><summary type='text'>Every once in a while, I'll pull out my box of old tapes from way back.  I'll dig through and pick out ones I had forgotten all about, pop them in the cassette deck, and suddenly remember why I liked it in the first place.  Sometimes, I'll even keep the tape out for a while and listen to it for the next week or so.  In a way, I think old friends are like that...Thankfully, people aren't cassette </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111815414008596752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111815414008596752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111815414008596752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111815414008596752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/friendstapes.html' title='Friends/Tapes'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111809121961190259</id><published>2005-06-06T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:53:39.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arise, Lord Vader</title><summary type='text'>The Sith Sense</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111809121961190259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111809121961190259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111809121961190259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111809121961190259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/arise-lord-vader.html' title='Arise, Lord Vader'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111808704238099037</id><published>2005-06-06T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:44:02.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Timothy; 15-17</title><summary type='text'>"Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life. Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111808704238099037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111808704238099037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111808704238099037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111808704238099037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/1-timothy-15-17.html' title='1 Timothy; 15-17'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111807598493489693</id><published>2005-06-06T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:39:44.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><summary type='text'>Yes, folks, we are.  So many times it is so easy...so ridiculously easy...to forget that.  I don't want to forget...Recently, someone told me the best thing I could ever give was, "FOLLOW CHRIST with EVERYTHING that's in you...that is the best thing that you could ever give!"My, my what an incredible thing to say.  I suppose it scares me because it seems like such a big task.  But I know I have a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111807598493489693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111807598493489693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111807598493489693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111807598493489693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111782291889368841</id><published>2005-06-03T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:21:58.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Car PC</title><summary type='text'>Linux Automotive - The Drivesoft / TBox alternative.Hopefully, I can get to work on this soon....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111782291889368841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111782291889368841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111782291889368841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111782291889368841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-car-pc.html' title='In-Car PC'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145419.post-111763942340010827</id><published>2005-06-01T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:23:43.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Don't Coach</title><summary type='text'>WFTV.com - News - Dad Allegedly Beats Coach With Bat After Daughter Benched</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/feeds/111763942340010827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145419&amp;postID=111763942340010827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111763942340010827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145419/posts/default/111763942340010827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jameslast.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-i-dont-coach.html' title='Why I Don&apos;t Coach'/><author><name>JamesLast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475386914668410648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos28.flickr.com/37404274_f72ab53a20.jpg?v=036274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
