<?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-5647590691640084025</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:24:10.020-04:00</updated><category term='seattle'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='rain'/><category term='new jersey'/><category term='marvin gaye'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='what&apos;s going on'/><category term='FML'/><title type='text'>What's Going On?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237067717697937546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbqIRk3_ggc/SjbpQ7nH2uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DGxQXRjUh2M/S220/0318092010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647590691640084025.post-4269933151177402435</id><published>2010-01-15T00:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:52:14.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"The Jersey girl..a love of an unpretentious good time, and a certain sense of style. Jersey girls are about attitude. They're about eating pizza, drinking beer, having great hair - and enjoying it all..She's got a mouth on her. She says what she means. And she's got a nice, cheerful laugh..Bottom line, all of them are sexy as hell." -The Star Ledger (see &lt;a title="urbandictionary.com" target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jersey%20girl&amp;amp;defid=2644246"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jersey%20girl&amp;amp;defid=2644246&lt;/a&gt; for full quote)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even know if this quote was even published in The Star Ledger (i'm trying to find out when) but being born and raised in Jersey, I see the truth to it. Though MTV's Jersey Shore portrays it otherwise. That show's so funny, it's ridiculous, you can't help watching it. It's like watching a train wreck. It's so bad it's good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most viewers have to keep in mind that just because the show takes place at a shore house in Seaside during August 2009, only one of the cast members, Sammi Sweetheart, is actually from New Jersey, the other cast members are from New York and Pauly D is from Rhode Island. You gotta love their nicknames like "The Situation".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These people don't define what being from Jersey means. My definition:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's taking pride in saying "caw-fee" and "taw-lk" with that accent you don't recognize until you're called out on it. It's loving and being proud of Bon Jovi and Springsteen, even though their prime was 20 years ago. Not everyone in Jersey sounds like Joe Pesci and Marissa Tomei in &lt;i&gt;My Cousin Vinny&lt;/i&gt;. It's knowing you have a reputation for being an aggressive Jersey driver and being proud of it. Hell, it's even bringing that aggression with you to the mall during the holidays where the speed limit of the person driving in front of you or walking in front of you is going to slow. It's about knowing where the good diners are, some even have liquor licenses. It's about being Italian; everyone has some Italian blood in them and if you don't you know someone Italian. And you always have some kind of connection to someone; everyone in Jersey always knows &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt;. And if it's not about that, it's about the attitude. And when you go to the club, you know who the guidos are by the gelled hair, the Ed Hardy/muscle tees/wife beaters, the chains, the fist pumping and the diamond stud earring. And in Jersey, you know what part of Jersey someone's from by their a) parkway exit or b) area code. If you're 973/201/551 you're North Jersey, 732 is Central (existence is questionable), 856 you're South Jersey near WaWa and Philly. But most of all, it doesn't matter what the haters and out-of-staters say, it's about ignoring the stereotypes, and showing that Jersey pride like it's your job.&lt;img align="text-top" src="http://tvbythenumbers.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Jersey-Shore-Cast-MTV-590x393.jpg" alt="Jersey Shore Cast" width="590" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647590691640084025-4269933151177402435?l=whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/feeds/4269933151177402435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2010/01/jersey-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/4269933151177402435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/4269933151177402435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2010/01/jersey-pride.html' title='Jersey Pride'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237067717697937546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbqIRk3_ggc/SjbpQ7nH2uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DGxQXRjUh2M/S220/0318092010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647590691640084025.post-2958578575853048167</id><published>2009-07-06T01:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:43:58.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayo Technology</title><content type='html'>Say I were stranded on an island or was suddenly homeless and there were only three possessions I would bring, the three things I couldn't live without.I would bring my cell phone, my laptop, and my Ipod in a heartbeat. Those are my three electronics I am completely dependent on. There I said. I admitted technology's profound influence on my life.  It comes with being part of &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1640395,00.html"&gt;Generation Y,&lt;/a&gt; the Millennials. I even realize that after college while living in a cardboard box(not literally),  and writing to make a living, 2 of these  3 electronics will be my chief means of communication/employment, the third solely for entertainment and inspiration purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the topics that were discussed in my journalism classes was the rise of online journalism and the Internet's role in shaping journalism. Thanks to the Internet, news is available to us at our fingertips 24/7. Major news networks and newspapers update their websites continuously, often posting updates before they have time to be broadcasted on air. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090701/ap_en_ot/us_web_twitter_and_media"&gt;And now, Twitter, which has grown tremendously in popularity in the last few months, has joined the ranks and become a news outlet.&lt;/a&gt; Even I have a Twitter account, which I use to follow the latest news on my favorite celebrities as well as friends, Facebook still reigns supreme in friend following for me. Five years ago, Myspace fulfilled that role. Some people still have and maintain both accounts. Some out of nostalgia, some to keep in touch, some just because. Myspace is now used more by musicians and bands to update fans on their latest news.  Their fan pages serve that same purpose and Facebook and Twitter essentially do the same thing. What it comes down to is that these three sites are social networking sites that share the ability for people to connect and communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I say I'm addicted to Facebook?  &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tara-stiles/help-im-addicted-to-faceb_b_166726.html"&gt;It depends on how you define a Facebook addict&lt;/a&gt;. I visit the site and check my profile every day. It's usually one of  the first things I do when I go online. Am I a junkie who can't go without my daily Facebook fix without feeling a sense of social disconnection? Yeah, I am. Even though I have text messaging and AIM to keep intouch with my friends, Facebook provides the kind of updates that text and instant messages can't fulfill. Facebook answers the "what's up and what did you do today's" for you. And for those people, who spam your news feed with hourly updates, there's Twitter, where one can feel no shame in being a status whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYoAwfh4QOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYoAwfh4QOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647590691640084025-2958578575853048167?l=whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/feeds/2958578575853048167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayo-technology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/2958578575853048167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/2958578575853048167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayo-technology.html' title='Ayo Technology'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237067717697937546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbqIRk3_ggc/SjbpQ7nH2uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DGxQXRjUh2M/S220/0318092010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647590691640084025.post-8676348073479585316</id><published>2009-06-25T18:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:37:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man in the Mirrror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Michael Jackson died on Thursday of "unknown causes", I didn't know how old he was. He gave the impression of someone who was ageless, maybe because of all his plastic surgery in the past 20 years that made his pale white skin, curly black hair and sunglasses irregonizable, as well as resemblance to sister, La Toya. I don't know much about Michael Jackson's personal life outside of how the media has portrayed, bizarre behavior, child molestation allegations, and Peter Pan lifestyle at his Neverland Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/movies/blog/2009/06/some_thoughts_o.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/movies/blog/2009/06/some_thoughts_o.html"&gt;The more bizarre Jackson got, the more we responded to the behavior and not the music, and the further he ran from the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's death is already being compared to another king in music, Elvis Presley. &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b131173_michael_jackson_pops_thrilling_king.html"&gt;Their deaths are similar. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Michael Jackson died, the amount of &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5j-N4NSnvWDRz-Yv2K4rKG2BAANVAD992NEUO0"&gt;Twitter, Facebook status updates, and texts &lt;/a&gt;anouncing his death and commemorating him were astounding. I've never seen that much actvity and dare I say unity, in the 2 years I've been on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days since his death pass, more and more details about Michael Jackson and his personal  life are being revealed. You can't turn on the t.v. without seeing some headline, interview, or tribute about Michael Jackson. &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,529186,00.html?test=faces"&gt;According to Lisa Marie Presley, the Prince of Pop knew he was going to end up like the King of Rock and Roll.&lt;/a&gt; There's no way in knowing how much of a posthmous impact his death will have. This &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/26/arts/music/26jackson.html?hp"&gt;New York Times article&lt;/a&gt; sums that up pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:404743" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=vid%3D404743%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A404743%26startUri={startUri}" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." width="512" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; width: 500px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week wasn't good for Hollywood. First there was the death of Ed McMahon, followed by Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson on Thursday, and Billy Mays, the OxiClean guy, on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the news broke that Michael Jackson was in cardiac arrest (which is heart failure and not a heart attack) and then a coma, his family was immediately by his side at UCLA. About an hour or two after this, the LA Times and the AP Press confirmed that Michael Jackson had died at the untimely age of 50 from a condition oddly enough common for men his age. While CNN was waiting for confirmation on Michael's death, the news network strangely began to eulogize and remember him before anything was official. That was strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the street from UCLA Medical Center, a frat house began to play Michael Jackson's music, loud enough to be heard from the crowd gathered outside the hospital. While major news organizations and publications confirmed his death, none of it was really authorized or official despite the reputation of these organizations and publications, until it was announced by the hospital press department, which by law could not give news, without the permission of the Jackson family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Michael Jackson (MJ) may be gone and the Man in the Mirror's reflection faded, his influence and impact on music will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://up2.upload.pk/uploads/1246353416.mp3"&gt;I'll Be There-Jackson 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://up2.upload.pk/uploads/1246408608.mp3"&gt;Man in the Mirror-Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647590691640084025-8676348073479585316?l=whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/feeds/8676348073479585316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-in-mirrror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/8676348073479585316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/8676348073479585316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-in-mirrror.html' title='The Man in the Mirrror'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237067717697937546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbqIRk3_ggc/SjbpQ7nH2uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DGxQXRjUh2M/S220/0318092010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647590691640084025.post-4216560561515200985</id><published>2009-06-20T18:55:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:01:29.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new jersey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>New Jersey:The New Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/2009/06/16/2009-06-16_wet_june_makes_us_seattle_on_hudson.html"&gt;Seattle called and wants their weather back&lt;/a&gt;. It's June 20 and already it's rained for about 16 days making New Jersey the new Seattle.  &lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/wires/ap/news/nation_world/20090619_ap_rainendsseattledrystreakat29days.html"&gt;It actually hasn't rained in Seattle for 29 days&lt;/a&gt;. I can't remember the last time it was sunny for an entire day or nice enough for me to enjoy the sun and get a tan. It's the kind of weather that makes me sleepy and want to watch movie after movie. I am convinced it's never going to stop raining or we'll get 40 days and 40 nights of it just like in  the story of Noah's Ark. I still wouldn't trade in Jersey for Seattle. I don't think I'd be able to handle &lt;a href="http://www.komonews.com/weather/faq/4308212.html"&gt;140 days of rain a year&lt;/a&gt;. What's really funny though is that though Seattle may be famous for its rain, it actually doesn't receive the most rain per year-&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/environment/070518_rainy_cities.html"&gt;Mobile, Alabama&lt;/a&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://up2.upload.pk/uploads/1245594901.mp3"&gt;Rain-Breaking Benjamin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647590691640084025-4216560561515200985?l=whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/feeds/4216560561515200985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-jerseythe-new-seattle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/4216560561515200985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/4216560561515200985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-jerseythe-new-seattle.html' title='New Jersey:The New Seattle'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237067717697937546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbqIRk3_ggc/SjbpQ7nH2uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DGxQXRjUh2M/S220/0318092010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647590691640084025.post-6897774719508566753</id><published>2009-06-18T23:20:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:00:26.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>How do you sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn-2.11piecesofflare.com/d1/stickers/3933/9732/sleep_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 161px;" src="http://cdn-2.11piecesofflare.com/d1/stickers/3933/9732/sleep_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Note: this was originally a mobile blog I sent on June 18 at 4am but Blogger posted it as gibberish or hieroglyphics or something lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Supreme's said love don't come easy. For me, that also applies to sleep. Lately, I haven't  been able to get it until I see the morning light peek through the crack in my blind. Yes Twilight fans, I know the same is true for vampires and zombies. I wonder who else is up now-doctors, nurses, EMTs, firemen, police officers, truck drivers and probably other various professions I can't think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are various remedies and tips for getting a good night's sleep like drinking warm milk if you can't sleep or not eating before bed. My own personal remedies include either listening to comedy shows by Dane Cook or Mitch Hedberg, watching an episode of Gilmore Girls or a movie in the hopes that watching it will tire me out, or just try sleeping without getting distracted. None of that has been working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe I have a temporary sleeping disorder? An estimated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/28112/sleep_deprivation_insomnia_a_guide.html"&gt;70 million Americans &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;suffer from some sleep disorder for a variety of reasons. The sleeping pill industry is huge. While trying to sleep, I came across this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.screweduptexan.com/2009/06/lesson-learnedor-not-depends-on-how-you.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; on  Screwed-Up Texan's blog (the name alone got me interested) advertizes on Blogger's home page. His youngest son "pet" yellow jackets, got stung,and then started hyperventilating. When the paramedics came, his oldest son who was pretending to be sick to stay home from school, announced he wasn't in front of the paramedics. Screwed-up Texan's FmL post would read something like this: My youngest son got stung by a bee today so i called the paramedics. My oldest son who was pretending to be sick, revealed that he was faking it the entire time-right in front of the paramedics. FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This gets me thinking to how websites like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;MLIA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (basically posts about thoughts most people wouldn't admit they think or say outloud), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/"&gt;texts from last night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlyatcollege.com/"&gt;only@College&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (about the party last night that was awlfuly crazy that you can't remember for anyone who doesn't know) and even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; get started. Was it because someone was up at some ungodly hour because they couldn't sleep so he or she decided to submit a short personal anecdote about their daily life experience so they could feel better about their day by finding a post by someone whose life sucked more? That's the point of FML and the above websites. They're guilty pleasures.We can't help checking it  every so often (especially on a bad day) to see whose day was worse. It's like a contest for suckiest day ever except comments and ratings are the prize. We all do it-we read a post, we laugh at it, we wish it didn't happen to us , and we move on. There's comfort in knowing that someone out there has it worse than you. It's a sense of communal sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How much would this suck (it's one of the more sympathetic ones):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, I found out that I am 14 weeks pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The father of the baby is now engaged to my best friend, whom he was cheating on me with when I became pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm going to be the maid of honor, 8 months pregnant with his child, at their wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/sex/245356" class="fmllink"&gt;FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't help by feeling bad for the girl. Here she is pregnant with her best friend's fiance's baby and the maid of honor and her best friend may never find out the truth. It reads like something straight out of a soap opera, but it's not. It happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts on FML have various degrees of suckage (for lack of a better word).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 1:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kinda Sucky-Things could be worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, I went to the store to buy some groceries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; While I was at the store, an employee came up to me and said, "You're beautiful!" When I came home I told my husband what had just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My husband then asked, "What was wrong with him?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/2999612" class="fmllink"&gt;FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LEVEL 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="fmllink" &gt;-You wouldn't wanna be this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, I received my passport in the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; They got my birthdate wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then I picked up my birth certificate that I had sent in with the application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Turns out my parents have been celebrating my birthday on the wrong day for 16 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/miscellaneous/18551" class="fmllink"&gt;FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LEVEL 3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That Really  SUCKS! aka You're fucked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, I had drunk sex with a girl that I barely know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I didn't have a condom and was nervous about getting her pregnant, but she assured me that I could pull out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Right when I was about to pull out, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled : "BE MY BABY'S DADDY!" I couldn't get out in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/sex/253938" class="fmllink"&gt;FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="fmllink"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But's it like Monty Python Life of Brian and Spamalot, Broadway's version of Monty Python says, "always look on the bright side of life", no matter how bad, sucky, or fuck-my-life worthy things are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/sex/253938" class="fmllink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5647590691640084025&amp;amp;postID=6897774719508566753"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://up2.upload.pk/uploads/1245489007.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;Always Look on the Bright Side of Life-Monty Python&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647590691640084025-6897774719508566753?l=whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/feeds/6897774719508566753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/6897774719508566753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/6897774719508566753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-sleep.html' title='How do you sleep?'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237067717697937546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbqIRk3_ggc/SjbpQ7nH2uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DGxQXRjUh2M/S220/0318092010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647590691640084025.post-8990533991100947145</id><published>2009-06-14T22:13:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:56:24.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marvin gaye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s going on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>What's Going On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/protest-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/protest-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What's going on? That's the title of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and  the same question Marvin Gaye posed in his 1971 song (of the same title, remade in 2001 by contemporary singers) about political and social issues during the Vietnam War era that are still relevant in today's post 9/11, technology driven world.  It was ranked the &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/6595849/whats_going_on"&gt;fourth greatest song of all time&lt;/a&gt; out of a list of 500 chosen by Rolling Stone magazine. That's how impactful it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, brother, brother, brother/There's far too many of you dying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can be applied to the current Operation Enduring Freedom  in Iraq. Since 2003, according to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://projects.washingtonpost.com/fallen/"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, there have been 4,994 fatalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trueblueliberal.com/wp-content/photos/casket08_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.trueblueliberal.com/wp-content/photos/casket08_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a small number compared to the &lt;a href="http://www.vhfcn.org/stat.html"&gt;58,148 casualties&lt;/a&gt; in the Vietnam War.  It's not about the statistics though. These men and women serving our country in all the different branches of the military are somebody's sister, brother, husband, wife, mother, father, and friend. They mean something to someone. They are missed everyday and have to readjust to the civilian world in their dual role as citizen-soldier when they come home. Their homecomings are emotional and bittersweet for soldiers and their families as captured in &lt;a href="http://shar.es/rmYm"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; of soldiers coming home and arriving at Fort Dix, N.J. It's a reminder of how thankful we should be for their service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I ask the same question that Marvin Gaye did 38 years ago: what's going on-in the news, in entertainment, in the world, in my life. I will try to incorporate music, articles, and videos into whatever topic I am blogging about because I believe that music is vital to society and that any song can be used to describe any topic. What can I say, I love music and welcome to what's going on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://up2.upload.pk/uploads/1245111031.mp3"&gt;What's Going On-MTV ALL Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://up2.upload.pk/uploads/1245135103.mp3"&gt;Citizen-Soldier-3 Doors Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647590691640084025-8990533991100947145?l=whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/feeds/8990533991100947145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/8990533991100947145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647590691640084025/posts/default/8990533991100947145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsgoingon-jackiez.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Going On?'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237067717697937546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbqIRk3_ggc/SjbpQ7nH2uI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DGxQXRjUh2M/S220/0318092010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
