<?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-6596421641700251013</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:26:34.911-07:00</updated><category term='VLOG'/><category term='The Diary Entries'/><category term='Black History'/><category term='Black History Month'/><category term='Space'/><category term='HATE'/><category term='&quot;I Hate..&quot;'/><title type='text'>HTGTV Public Access</title><subtitle type='html'>HUDSON THE GREAT TV: For the world..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-1103321787673905047</id><published>2010-09-03T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T03:03:28.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Diary Entries'/><title type='text'>I didn't listen..</title><content type='html'>Delude:  1. To deceive the mind or judgment of: "fraudulent ads that delude consumers into sending in money."&lt;br /&gt;Delusion: 1. a fixed belief that is either false, fanciful, or derived from deception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh) I didn't listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever believed something to be so real, that no matter what facts were brought before you, no matter what anyone said, no matter how much that belief hurt you, you thought that it was true and nothing could persuade you otherwise? Have you ever loved someone so much that even when they hurt you intentionally you kept coming back? Cause I have. I've seen the dark depths, in which a heart will take you, though your logical mind is fighting tooth and nail, foxhole to foxhole, in an all out war attempting you from making the leap into the pit of delusion. Still I saw my mind lose, and when I look back I see it as if I wasn't there, as if it were all just a strange dream. It seemed so wonderful when I was in it, but when I step back and look at it now, I see how much a person could lie to themselves for something such as the want of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TIDHFHAhRfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1cVXEkirlY0/s1600/future_dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TIDHFHAhRfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1cVXEkirlY0/s320/future_dreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512624834495989234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case I saw her and I wanted her. Not in the sexual, I want to be with her way. No, I took one look at her and I saw a future, I saw what was to be, and all the joys of life surrounding us as time unfolded before me. The magnitude of it however shook me. I had felt love before, deep love in fact, but until this point never a love that made me believe that this was the one off of one glance. Yet, my mind was quick to reject this idea, though my heart sung with a passion I had yet to know. My logic said to wait, and be wary of the pretty smile, and the looks that could kill, for often they do. Every alarm went off, and every emergency signal was tripped and yet I couldn't help myself. I fell for her, and  what I describe to you here all happened in a mere 5 minutes, but at the time and location, I believed the girl was just passing through, and that we would never meet. But by a serious of unfortunate events, I was to see that we would meet and our paths would cross many times, all to my emotional detriment. I digress, I saw her, I fell in love, and I believed her to be perfect and the one for me. I took this belief to heart, and my heart ran with it. As we spent time together, and my feelings grew, this belief took root. This belief of love at first sight was real, she was the one for me, she was absolutely positively perfect. It didn't matter what people said about her to me, which was all negative by the way. It didn't matter how she treated me or others. It didn't even matter that she pursued other suitors over me, and told me point blank period that " You are a great guy, and you will make some girl really happy, just not me..". I took the stories on her as hate, the factual stories as rumors, the other suitors as mere hurdles, and her personal rebuff as telling me work harder because of that phrase all i heard was that "You are a great guy..". Everything in the world was screaming at me to stop, listen, think before you make decisions that in the end would effect you. Nothing stopped me in the pursuit of this vision, this future that I saw in that shining, glimmering moment. I was willing to lie, cheat, and steal,even from my self, to make that belief a reality. To bring life to what in all actuality was just my minds fantasy. In my struggles and trials, I possibly destroyed relationships, I ruined my own credibility, and in some cases endangered my own future, all for this want of love with and from her. I even reached the promise land, I got her to consider me, to date me, to even eventually say "I love you..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TIDHmBB0xLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PIFDPK3X7Uo/s1600/heartbreak-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TIDHmBB0xLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PIFDPK3X7Uo/s320/heartbreak-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512625399826531506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seemed that victory was mine, I had proven everybody wrong, and that I and my belief in this "future" were vindicated. It makes me laugh as I write this, cause now I have to tell you what followed my success. Abject failure, she left me, and not with a word or a discussion, she just left me. We never talked about it or had it out, I was just dismissed. When asked about it, she denied ever seeing me. She dated a guy in the transition period of my dismissal, and she left me with my delusion. Cold, angry, alone, and worse of all, full of hate. But, with time all those feelings went away, except for the coldness. We don't speak, though I send a text on her birthday if facebook reminds me. I've patched up some of the relationships I ruined, but most have been left broken. I look back at it now, and I feel as if my mind was in a fog, as if I didn't really know what I was doing, but that is just an excuse to hide what I really know. The decisions I made based on this love of an idea still to this day cause me pain, and I hope that one day it will fade, and not be as sharp as it is on some evenings. She was the harbinger of doom, I just was blinded by love to really see it. Now it is too late, for I loved her, no matter what anyone said. I just didn't listen, especially to myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-1103321787673905047?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/1103321787673905047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-didnt-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/1103321787673905047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/1103321787673905047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-didnt-listen.html' title='I didn&apos;t listen..'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TIDHFHAhRfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1cVXEkirlY0/s72-c/future_dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-4907346963435835144</id><published>2010-08-30T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:11:38.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HATE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;I Hate..&quot;'/><title type='text'>I HATE..</title><content type='html'>This one is close to my heart, because I'm continuously suckered by the pretty smiles, the soft demeanors, and miss the diabolical plans that they have for your boy..This I hate is about the infamous kept women aka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOLD DIGGERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/THs9JZZrLfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/okB1IuFrwFo/s1600/633677469672599158-GoldDigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/THs9JZZrLfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/okB1IuFrwFo/s320/633677469672599158-GoldDigger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511065800664624626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you ask "Hudson, How can you hate gold diggers when you really don't have any gold for them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you how, this term might encompass women who typically are looking for men who have large assets and liquid funds to spend on them. However, I'm going to broaden this term to all those individuals who I consider takers. They "take" from whatever resources they believe they need from you. This could be time, energy, emotion, physical strength, basically whatever they can get from you. Maybe I'm taking it personally cause when I was a normal nice guy, I was consistently used all the time. Especially by the cute girl that I had a crush on. Sounds bitter right? Well I am. To many times I have been told to be myself, and do onto others as you would have them do onto you. I walked around believing that if I were nice to everyone, that they would reciprocate wrong. What further adds to this sad revelation is that when certain individuals, in this case-Golddiggers, find this character trait in you they manipulate situations to take advantage of you. Long story short, I invest time into building something I thought would develop only to realize she just wanted a "friend" to give her whatever she needed at the time. Well I wised up a little, got cold blooded. Now I'm seen as an ingrate, and being out of "Character". Many have challenged the new standards I have set in attempt to weed out individuals that I feel are users/takers/gold diggers. However I have seen the positive results of my new found code and most of the time I avoid these situations. Now I attempt to see behind the smiles and laughter, to see a person's true motive be it man or women. I want to build relationships, not based on ulterior motive, but based on mutual respect and true camaraderie of spirit. I no longer just want to be an all to often abandoned mine once the resources dry up. Yes, I know I wax idealistic about human interaction and relationships but I can't help it, I want the best for everyone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, I do have a warning for any Gold diggers that cross my path. Treat me like west virginia, cause if you try to enter and mine here, it will collapse. Word to the Wise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/THs_rP7yFII/AAAAAAAAAFs/QqXRAxNnjRE/s1600/08kremlin_span.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/THs_rP7yFII/AAAAAAAAAFs/QqXRAxNnjRE/s320/08kremlin_span.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511068581262136450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HTG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-4907346963435835144?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/4907346963435835144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/4907346963435835144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/4907346963435835144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate_28.html' title='I HATE..'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/THs9JZZrLfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/okB1IuFrwFo/s72-c/633677469672599158-GoldDigger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-7612823796468284140</id><published>2010-08-03T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:45:43.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Missing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TFiqFLhPbmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PYVSzjmRw3I/s1600/man_question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TFip71TqDLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TN2szdg0peQ/s1600/shrugging-shoulders%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TFip71TqDLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TN2szdg0peQ/s320/shrugging-shoulders%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501333790219963570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the world turns, things progress, things change. I understand this even in my youth, and one must adapt to those changes. However not all change is good, and one must be wary of how one small action can affect the world around you. To me this is very significant because I go about my daily life, I always feel like there is something missing. It's not always the same feeling, but when it does happen it resonates with me. So the other day when I was walking through the grocery store and I turned into an Aisle I almost hit a lady with her cart. I immediately apologized, and gave her the right of way. Her response was to ignore my very existence. I just chalked it up to her having a bad day and went about my business. However when I went to my local gym to workout, and I saw a couple of people about to come through the door behind me, I held it open to let them in. Not one individual said thank you. Again I ignored it and went to go get my lift in for the evening. As I reached home I saw a neighbor walking through the parking garage alongside me and I said good evening. The person who I have seen off and on for about a year now, completely ignored my greeting and actually sped up to get to their apartment. Whats up with that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has common decency and just common courtesy been erased from normal society. I will never claim that I am the most polite. I am not even close to being a good gentlemen, but I find it odd that simple things as saying thank you or responding in kind when addressed are now seen as unnecessary and avoided. Why not extend the simple perfunctory response? It doesn't hurt you or anyone else, and actually could help someone's day. My mother always told me that a smile goes a long way, but it seems that in today's world being simply courteous is a problem. I don't understand it, something is missing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TFiqFLhPbmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PYVSzjmRw3I/s320/man_question_mark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501333950801342050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-7612823796468284140?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/7612823796468284140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/08/somethings-missing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/7612823796468284140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/7612823796468284140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/08/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s Missing..'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TFip71TqDLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TN2szdg0peQ/s72-c/shrugging-shoulders%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-2701309904060381985</id><published>2010-07-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:34:58.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Diary Entries'/><title type='text'>Thought It Would Be Different..</title><content type='html'>I really thought it would be. Every time I look back I see the chinks in the armor, the missteps, the stumbles, and with each reflection I learn more and more. Still, it doesn't take the sting from this loss in my mind, though it is cathartic to write out my perspective on the situation. I think I kinda stole the idea from the movie high fidelity, except I'm not talking about break ups, I'm talking about my heart. However, I digress, back to the story at hand. I thought it would be different. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't, and the second time I fell in love I had the mindset that I knew everything about life and how to deal with any situation. I was wrong, I see that now. I was young and I had the superman complex, full of promise and thinking I was the greatest thing since...well since the creation of mankind. All of this with a nerdy swag was not conducive to positive relationships but still I pushed forward in college. Thats why this one almost hurt as badly as the first. I remember seeing her during orientation and I said to myself that is it, thats what I want right there. As the semester passed we became friends, and the more time I spent with her my affection for her grew. It became obvious to those around us that I was into her and though I never told any of them, I knew since the moment that I saw her I was going to fall for her. My feelings grew stronger and stronger with every day of class, with every lunch we shared, in truth every time I saw her, my heart would beat just a little stronger just for her. However four major problems arose that ended any chance with her, and this kinda broke me. One is that I was in love in secret and this made me awkward around her, but because of pride, I tried to hide this with bravado and cockiness which was my first mistake. My second mistake was trying to be sweet in a round about way which left me open to attack, and thats where it went south. Third problem she was in a long distance relationship with some lame dude that went to college 4 hours away, so all week I'm putting in work, and every weekend he is winning. The fourth is what really hurt the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always fought.. I mean always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TCzR6bvhAsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IyDSwZVmNb8/s1600/couple+fighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TCzR6bvhAsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IyDSwZVmNb8/s320/couple+fighting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488992847667462850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean it was bad, and she went for the throat. She would do it in public to, and my young pride couldn't take it so I would jab back, but her gift at verbal destruction was too great. She would leave me often times not only frustrated but extremely hurt. I wondered how could I love something that would continuously make me feel so negative. How could I care for a person who always seemed to put me on the back burner. It was confusing, and though I tried to understand I never could. Eventually the constant bickering and sniping like an old couple took its toll, and like old couples who always fight we went our separate ways. I resented her for treating me that way, and rejecting me basically. My temper towards her was short and because of this we didn't talk at all for a while, mostly on my part because it just brought up painful memories. Even now that we are friends anytime that she catches an attitude and starts with me, I'm quick to anger even though I shouldn't be. I know that my feelings of anger and bitterness are irrational. I understand that I have no real right to feel the way I do about how our friendship never advanced. Yeah I could be angry about how mean she was to me, but that is petty and in the grand scheme of things inconsequential. What is significant about this entire affair is that I learned the irrationality of love, and to understand that sometimes love can drive you crazy. It taught me not to judge others because the heart really does override the mine, and because of this I now know that though things change, in fact they remain the same..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-2701309904060381985?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/2701309904060381985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/07/thought-it-would-be-different.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/2701309904060381985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/2701309904060381985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/07/thought-it-would-be-different.html' title='Thought It Would Be Different..'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TCzR6bvhAsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IyDSwZVmNb8/s72-c/couple+fighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-6273963706329738230</id><published>2010-06-20T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:05:26.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Diary Entries'/><title type='text'>Having Two Father's is my greatest blessing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am blessed, to not have one but two fathers, and on this day as we celebrate the men in our lives who have taken care and shaped us into the people we are today I want to acknowledge both of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is a picture of me and my Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TB3WWFjttqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JB6uW56kn_A/s1600/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TB3WWFjttqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JB6uW56kn_A/s400/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484775596144572066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the years we have had our ups and downs, but when I look back on our relationship I know that I have received that fatherly love that few individuals have ever had. He was always there for me, in the good and bad. Even when we had little falling outs my father here on earth has always tried his best to help me be the best man that I could be. His example has shown me what is necessary to be a father, a husband, and a productive member of the community both local and throughout the world. No matter what he has done I know that it was all done in love for his family, especially myself and my brothers. I couldn't have been blessed any further. For this, I give thanks to the FATHER who made it all possible here on earth, my Heavenly FATHER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TB3YigXxRSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NMFgyTnQ6fc/s320/christianity_1559_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484778008523916578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;HE has saved my life and made me whole again, HE has shown me the way the truth and the light. Though I may stray at times from HIS path, like a shepherd HE has always taken care to bring me back into the fold. There are not enough words in human existence to praise and thank HE who has blessed me so abundantly. GOD I worship you and thank you for being my FATHER in heaven, always looking down and caring for my family and myself. I am eternally grateful, and this is why I can celebrate father's day so happily because I am privileged enough to have two fathers. It makes me smile in my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson the Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-6273963706329738230?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/6273963706329738230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/06/having-two-fathers-is-my-greatest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/6273963706329738230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/6273963706329738230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/06/having-two-fathers-is-my-greatest.html' title='Having Two Father&apos;s is my greatest blessing...'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TB3WWFjttqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JB6uW56kn_A/s72-c/IMG_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-4287866482984816279</id><published>2010-06-18T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:10:43.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HATE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;I Hate..&quot;'/><title type='text'>I HATE...</title><content type='html'>Simply put folks I'm tired of watching the world around me mired deep in the misinformation and propaganda of today. For some odd reason people enjoy knowing as little as possible, especially about the world around them. That is why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I HATE IGNORANCE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TBxKrFuDIcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9Q5Ss1f1idM/s1600/ignorance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TBxKrFuDIcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9Q5Ss1f1idM/s320/ignorance2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484340550360572354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raised by parents whose household emphasis was education and the pursuit of knowledge, it is hard for me to function in an ever changing world that seeks to pursue ignorance and vanity. It seems that in my daily life I will constantly come across some form of ignorance that is not only self inflicted but is praised by my peers around me. Examples are numerous so I'll keep it brief. At the barbershop, where I am known to fight ignorance and argue continuously, a gentlemen walks in and starts to praise the comments of Bill O'Reilly and fox news for calling out Barack for not getting the BP situation cleared up. Now I'm not the biggest Obama fan, but even I know that the responsibility rests with BP, who through lack of any oversight set up an off shore drilling sight that was hazardous. I tried to explain regulations, the boards who were supposed to over see it, how the company did it to save money not caring about the , and all I got back was that it was on Barack. AND PEOPLE AGREED WITH HIM!! I swear it got to the point that all I could see was red. It was like I was in the twilight zone and any fact I showed was ignored and all that mattered was what the media said. After that I took a hard look at what was going on around me, and saw that this is not just a one time event. This kind of thinking is recurrent and ever metastasizing problem. It is all over the place, and it is constantly fed by media programs that dull the senses and seek to distract from the reality that this country and the entire world is facing. When I look at the late night news and I see stories about the Jersey Shore cast, whether Tom Cruise is too old to do movies, or what hills girl got what surgery, I shake my head. Even the media for our developing youth make little to no sense, and introduce nonsensical and nonlinear thought as a way of entertainment. I turned on cartoon network the other day, and I a grown adult could not understand what I was watching or what was going on. The saddest part is that this is what the future leaders of the world are growing up on. I see now that with the death of newspapers, the downfall of meaningful books, and the loss of actual discussion of real topics we are doomed. Yes I say doomed, because all that will be left will be anecdotes of stars and the made up socialites while the world burns around us. All along our minds are mush and on the tv as the walls catch a light will be sponge bob square pants. Go figure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TBxLbeDzscI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rRvjYlMTKfg/s1600/ignorance.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TBxLbeDzscI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rRvjYlMTKfg/s320/ignorance.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484341381528007106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson The Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-4287866482984816279?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/4287866482984816279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/4287866482984816279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/4287866482984816279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate.html' title='I HATE...'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TBxKrFuDIcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9Q5Ss1f1idM/s72-c/ignorance2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-8746191326665334628</id><published>2010-06-05T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:14:37.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Websites, I bid you adieu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqDEW3WfSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KchXknNABR0/s1600/top_best_social_networking_websites_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqDEW3WfSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KchXknNABR0/s320/top_best_social_networking_websites_world.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479336007530085666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I had it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Facebook Accounts, a myspace account, a Hi5 account, a netlog account, oh and lets not talk about the twitter thats a whole blog on it own. I even had a black planet account, come to think of it even barack was on black planet.. I was clearly deep in the matrix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqDWOFU4iI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EPPESXXUGDA/s1600/c694c45ffb0f1283fe_yjm6bxvf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqDWOFU4iI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EPPESXXUGDA/s320/c694c45ffb0f1283fe_yjm6bxvf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479336314410426914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. I saw that I was living my life through electronic messages and status updates instead of actually enjoying what was around me. I thought by using these websites I would enrich relationships and build new ones. I assumed that through this means of communication I would build a stronger network, and it would one day help me reach the goals that I have set for myself. However, these websites did not live up to their potential. Yes they can be used for all the purposes I listed up above, but a great deal of time and energy goes into making them work for you and not against you. You must watch what you do on these sites because Big Brother is always watching and now what you do in your private life is public on the internet. Professional institutions watch what you do on these sites and have not hired and even fired people over what they have seen. Stalkers, Randos, pedophiles and all sorts of deviants now troll the search bars looking for prey using these networks. The worst of it is, they are the biggest distraction in the world from stuff going on all around us that really matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqE3OwiKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/B4wk6GTIhH8/s1600/social_cartoon_1-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqE3OwiKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/B4wk6GTIhH8/s320/social_cartoon_1-3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479337981038963202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are good things about it, like keeping up with friends you wouldn't be able to communicate with regularly or being able to stay in the loop with todays rapidly changing social scene. Despite these pros, these sites will never to me be as meaningful as the standard forms of communication. Sending a facebook message will never replace receiving a hand written letter from a long lost friend. A tweet will never send the same amount of joy as phone conversation with a loved one. Instant messaging will rarely beat sitting down and sharing a meal with the family. At the end of the day, I saw that what these sites offered where auxillary at best. So instead of wasting time with all of them, I started streamlining my life and concentrating on what really matters in this world. You can still find me on facebook, but even my time there is drawing to a close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I rather just kick it with the homies old school style, sitting outside eating freeze pops. But thats just me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqDwmv2MsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7aL_mHywePQ/s1600/freeze-pop-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqDwmv2MsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7aL_mHywePQ/s320/freeze-pop-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479336767707820738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson the Great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-8746191326665334628?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/8746191326665334628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/06/social-websites-i-bid-you-adieu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/8746191326665334628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/8746191326665334628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/06/social-websites-i-bid-you-adieu.html' title='Social Websites, I bid you adieu..'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/TAqDEW3WfSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KchXknNABR0/s72-c/top_best_social_networking_websites_world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-8533488544333726913</id><published>2010-05-04T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:52:55.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Diary Entries'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I loved stories. I loved Sherlock Holmes &amp;amp; Hardy boys mysteries. I loved reading the historical accounts of World War 1 and especially World War 2. I couldn't get enough of Brian Jacques and the Redwall Abbey series. Of all the volumes of books I read there was one story that rose above it all, ROBIN HOOD. Everything about this young hero was amazing to me. I would spend hours in the forest in the back yard pretending to be this young rogue. As I grew older I still loved the story but the aspect of adventures fell to the way side and another dimension of the story rose to the forefront of my developing mind. The love Robin hood felt, I wanted that, and through that story I became a huge romantic. Now imagine a nerdy, romantic, oreo teenager. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S-EGkzIJUcI/AAAAAAAAADs/C4ID1Onmh6U/s1600/CARLTONBANKS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S-EGkzIJUcI/AAAAAAAAADs/C4ID1Onmh6U/s320/CARLTONBANKS.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467658651873923522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah...that was my nickname by the way&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways *sigh* SMH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fumbled through high school trying here and there but my social awkwardness hindered any romantic attempts. I made plenty of meaningful friendships, but I never really achieved that goal of finding my maid marion. Until I met her... I pause here cause even now when I think of her my heart kinda burn and crumbles. She was my everything, I thought that GOD had created no better creature. Just looking at her would make me happy, shoot just looking at her picture would make me grin like the cheshire cat. I just wanted her around me at all times. She was quiet but I didn't mind, I would sit on the phone with her in silence for hours. Our first kiss, I swear the earth moved. I had already planned our lives together till death the 6 month in. I thought I had experienced heaven on earth. My heart was full and I had found what I thought only existed in books...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S-EG2pzsvHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Crz5pUjNLCs/s1600/love_clipart_03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S-EG2pzsvHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Crz5pUjNLCs/s320/love_clipart_03.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467658958609890418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad thing is, Robin Hood had a sad ending, and so does this tale. Long story short, My best friend at the time came in between us. I went to college and the distance put caused distance. So when I came back the next summer She was different and I was different. Then Murphy's law applied itself to our relationship and all I remember is I'm seventeen riding back from baltimore general with pops after one of his meetings a frog in my throat and hot tears running down my face. Numbness set in, and of course the pain went away, and since then I've met some of the most wonderful women in the world. I still see her every now and then at her work place when I go home to visit the fam(it still is awkward 7 years later). And I definitely think that was the situation that caused Hate to creep in to my heart, and for me to start down the path of being coldblooded/heartless. Either way its one of life's experience and it taught me about the world, myself, women and especially the pain and joys of love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-8533488544333726913?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/8533488544333726913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/8533488544333726913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/8533488544333726913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S-EGkzIJUcI/AAAAAAAAADs/C4ID1Onmh6U/s72-c/CARLTONBANKS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-6856463196555126551</id><published>2010-05-04T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:17:52.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HATE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;I Hate..&quot;'/><title type='text'>I HATE..</title><content type='html'>So Its been awhile since I sat down and copied and pasted my pre written blog posts, but something made me go into the vault and pull this one out. So here it goes... *sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I HATE COCKINESS!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let me make it as plain and concise as day. I am all about one being confident. I'm not hating on you being sure of yourself and your abilities. What I hate is the bravado, the constant bragging especially when it begins to lose its humor. Now certain individuals have made entire careers on their cockiness claiming they are the best and bragging about their talents. Now even if you can back up these claims, I'm sorry to say I still hate it. It's one of the reasons I hate on ballers like kobe, bet against boxers like floyd, hate on rappers like Jay-Z, Diddy &amp;amp; 50 cent. I respect their skills, however I hate the people they are because it is literally abrasive to my senses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S9_RSuuvS1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ebICIru7j1w/s1600/1445374114453743largecj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S9_RSuuvS1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ebICIru7j1w/s320/1445374114453743largecj2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467318592362990418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't stand the attitude that believes the person is above another, but maybe thats just me.I hate the unreal standards cocky people think up, excusing this inane thinking as not settling. Well News Flash,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; your not that great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;your not all you think you are&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and trust if you were that awesome you wouldn't have to tell folk you are and what you deserve!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S9_SsiDCupI/AAAAAAAAADk/N3BsPDJ8pW0/s1600/chilli_041608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S9_SsiDCupI/AAAAAAAAADk/N3BsPDJ8pW0/s320/chilli_041608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467320135146715794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really comes down to this, Let your actions speak for you, and allow blessings to come in your life with humility. I'm not telling you not to believe in yourself, just don't believe in things within you that aren't there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson The Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-6856463196555126551?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/6856463196555126551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/6856463196555126551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/6856463196555126551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate.html' title='I HATE..'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S9_RSuuvS1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ebICIru7j1w/s72-c/1445374114453743largecj2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-1738252778183777557</id><published>2010-04-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:05:28.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>I was reading and last night this song just spoke too me. It made country music wonderful, and become my theme song for the year until a better one comes along. I want to share it with you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/19vApPwWqh8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19vApPwWqh8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19vApPwWqh8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson The Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-1738252778183777557?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/1738252778183777557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/1738252778183777557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/1738252778183777557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-3887470677229228368</id><published>2010-04-12T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:03:14.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've been</title><content type='html'>Well I blogged and I've blogged but I never posted anything, because quite frankly things got pretty dark in the blogging. With all the work, all the frustration from recent failures, and the constant pressures of daily life, I saw my comedic hating turning into bitter and venomous often disparaging remarks about everything..  I mean everything. I look back and reflect and see that what I needed was too break it down, rebuild, meditate, pray and get back to what I like to do. So now I'm back getting ready to give it all I got, too bring about change through what I think I know, that and hopefully put a humorous spin on it. So as I always like to say, "We are now tuning into your regularly scheduled programing"...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson The Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-3887470677229228368?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/3887470677229228368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-ive-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/3887470677229228368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/3887470677229228368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-ive-been.html' title='Where I&apos;ve been'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-1200301274941875087</id><published>2010-02-09T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:56:37.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Kanye..</title><content type='html'>I miss the rap antics, the best albums put out, the amazing sampling, the "anything for a blond dyke"(which he got by the way). I know the boy was dealing with a lot, and the whole "taylor swift" debacle was the straw that broke the camel's back. Still you can't disrespect the music, no grammy nominations no grammy invite, but the stars that benefit from his amazing production are there? So disrespectful. I need him to come back and kill the game, and like these boys said, too me he will always be the B.O.A.T "Best of all time"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9285169&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9285169&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9285169"&gt;They Reminisce Over Ye&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jrosenthal"&gt;jeff&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-1200301274941875087?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/1200301274941875087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-kanye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/1200301274941875087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/1200301274941875087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-kanye.html' title='I miss Kanye..'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-8376480542417675175</id><published>2010-02-04T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:16:24.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HATE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;I Hate..&quot;'/><title type='text'>"I Hate.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to "I hate.." one of the segments created and envisioned by me to explain in simplest terms how I feel on a current event, sociopolitical issues, or just some random thing that irks me. Since my goal is too be the greatest hater of all time, it only behooves me too make a recurring post of this nature wether it be written or in video format. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Inaugural blog post was inspired by the lil homey Lauren Bryant and her experience with this sub group of human culture. To put it plainly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I Hate.. the thirsty n___/h_"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Excuses have been made for these entities that are the scourge of social networks and anyplace where human beings meet and socialize. They creep at clubs and bars, at your local coffee shop, even when you are just trying to get groceries. They send you random friend requests thinking that the half naked, cell phone, myspace picture will reel you in. They think its flattering that they are trying to talk to you, even though you wouldn't give them the time of day in the first place. You try to be polite, but they take that as them being in and push, push, push that inch you gave them too a mile. They don't know when to stop texting, they don't know when to not call, they don't understand rejection and it almost seems that no is not in their vocabulary. They are the single most annoying creatures on earth, and the only cure/deterrent for them is to preemptively strike at the root of their diabolical annoying powers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Their Pride-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; CRUSH IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Destroy any hope of them getting with you reject, delete and ignore all advances. Try to be as polite as possible but with a touch of ruthlessness. With this approach you can avoid the agony of fending off undying pursuit, and hopefully with luck they won't turn into some crazy stalker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To cap it off, I'll give you some advice my parents gave me when I was 3 and started talking a lot. I remember my father sitting me down and saying "Son, Don't you ever, in your life, Talk To Strangers!!". Little did I know that advice like that would save me from this menace that haunts social interaction to this day. Beware the creeps people, beware the creeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2uq435WN8I/AAAAAAAAACw/LOVL1M1tS68/s1600-h/douche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2uq435WN8I/AAAAAAAAACw/LOVL1M1tS68/s320/douche.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434625269406513090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Hudson The Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&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/6596421641700251013-8376480542417675175?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/8376480542417675175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/8376480542417675175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/8376480542417675175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate.html' title='&quot;I Hate..&quot;'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2uq435WN8I/AAAAAAAAACw/LOVL1M1tS68/s72-c/douche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-6810976532297519460</id><published>2010-02-04T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:18:17.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hater inspiration..</title><content type='html'>My goal is too be one of the greatest haters of all time. I dream to one day do it with the comedic visions of the greats STAR &amp;amp; BUC WILD, a lil Duval, an Eben Gregory, a Charlamagne tha god, an Ed lover, etc. etc. . Here is an example of what I hope too do with my video blogs. Here is Chelsea Handler saying exactly what I thought when I saw her grammy performance with 20 million fake soldiers..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AsrBbee0Et8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AsrBbee0Et8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I will bless the world, and keep it real like these giants, all while saving lives with my day job..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Hudson the Great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-6810976532297519460?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/6810976532297519460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/hater-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/6810976532297519460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/6810976532297519460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/hater-inspiration.html' title='Hater inspiration..'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-954496824706870765</id><published>2010-02-04T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:30:37.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I should have posted yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I have never had a normal experience with the cops. EVER, and I tried to explain that too some homies from belmont, but they didn't understand. Now for a visual of an extreme example of what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh30wRw5F3BnH7vx00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh30wRw5F3BnH7vx00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Unfortunately, this isn't too abnormal. However it continues too happen to young men all over the world. If only we could be seen as equals when they're badge is on. It reminds me of when kids became hall monitors and got out of pocket, except they have guns &amp;amp; limitless powers &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Especially too take money out of my pocket..but that is another blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hudson the Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-954496824706870765?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/954496824706870765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-should-have-posted-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/954496824706870765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/954496824706870765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-should-have-posted-yesterday.html' title='What I should have posted yesterday...'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-2513239232016291190</id><published>2010-02-02T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:51:24.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black History Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black History'/><title type='text'>Black History Month</title><content type='html'>I'm all for recognizing those who were the first to break barriers and push our nation to a progress it has resisted for so long. However I feel that most of the time in the discussion of our culture's history which is really just another part of AMERICAN HISTORY we focus only on great civil rights leaders and allow other heroes fall into obscurity so for my month of blogging I'm going to try to find those that few have heard and raise them to the pedestal that they justly deserve. The first is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Robert Henry Lawrence, Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2i-13xl33I/AAAAAAAAACo/EkX4c9u_yEw/s1600-h/Robertlawrence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2i-13xl33I/AAAAAAAAACo/EkX4c9u_yEw/s320/Robertlawrence.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433802783136800626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robert Henry Lawrence, Jr. gave his life instructing another pilot in flight technique that he himself was a lead investigator of. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With his testing he was cited by NASA as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"contributing greatly to the development of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle" title="Space Shuttle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Space Shuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;." His untimely death is unfortunate, but what is more unfortunate is that I rarely hear of his work or his accomplishments. To learn more &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Henry_Lawrence,_Jr"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Salute a hero of BLACK HISTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;~Hudson the Great&lt;/span&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/6596421641700251013-2513239232016291190?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/2513239232016291190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-history-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/2513239232016291190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/2513239232016291190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-history-month.html' title='Black History Month'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2i-13xl33I/AAAAAAAAACo/EkX4c9u_yEw/s72-c/Robertlawrence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-7738454381092389310</id><published>2010-01-31T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:26:25.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VLOG'/><title type='text'>Random First Vid</title><content type='html'>Just something to post since its the first of the month. I want to see how the editing grows as I pursue a blog with only my ipod nano, my canon digital camera and a random thought process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d95d98e77f2db078" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd95d98e77f2db078%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331421860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8394D09E16F2FA3DD4B648FA81C96DDD28722BB6.AECD4E8EC5629FF1EBC2C1C011CA14D5F16F19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd95d98e77f2db078%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-QXXXqbcfzzPPHjBxnmnBJ7N78M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd95d98e77f2db078%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331421860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8394D09E16F2FA3DD4B648FA81C96DDD28722BB6.AECD4E8EC5629FF1EBC2C1C011CA14D5F16F19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd95d98e77f2db078%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-QXXXqbcfzzPPHjBxnmnBJ7N78M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-7738454381092389310?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/7738454381092389310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-first-vid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/7738454381092389310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/7738454381092389310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-first-vid.html' title='Random First Vid'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-4888144578787108240</id><published>2010-01-31T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:11:10.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HATE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;I Hate..&quot;'/><title type='text'>I AM...</title><content type='html'>All my life I have been different. Maybe its my parents technique in raising me, or the way I have processed life's experiences but I have always looked at the world through different eyes. I've been called weird, nerd, misogynist, , immature, foolish, naive, close minded, a bigot, mean and ignorant. However there has been one thing that has been consistently said about my point of view and No matter what no matter who, after a few discussions with me the same conclusion is reached each time. "Hudson you know what you are, A HATER". After fighting this label I have come to embrace it. Just like diddy said I AM KING, I now announce proudly "I AM A HATER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2dkM4UK0RI/AAAAAAAAACg/w3u5iKDdgoM/s1600-h/silky-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2dkM4UK0RI/AAAAAAAAACg/w3u5iKDdgoM/s320/silky-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433421647883981074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now me I'm a nerd so I went and did the research on the word "hater" and the act of "hate"/"hating". According to wikipedia, Hate is an "intense feeling of dislike. It may occur in a wide variety of contexts, from hatred of inanimate objects or animals, to hatred of other people, entire groups of people, people in general, existence, or everything; themselves (misanthropy; self-loathing)". As for me I truly believe I try love the world, however certain things in this existence, groups, people, and even inanimate objects seem to be the but of my hate. Now webster says its an "intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury b : extreme dislike or antipathy : loathing". It further defines hate it as a "an object of hatred" which seems redundant but lets move on. My favorite Definitions came from Urban Dictionary, "hate a special kind of love given to people who suck" and Hating is "To engage in ridicule and mockery for amusement". Either way after my extensive research I came to the conclusion that most of these definitions apply too me on a daily basis. Therefore, since I'm a "HATER" I'm going to share with you every now and then what I hate the most in this life. but before I leave for the day here are just a few of the things that I "hate" in this life, I even hate the guy singing the song: PRESS PLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5451324e6a63784d44513d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage: hate collage #1" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5451324e6a63784d44513d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own collage - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/Collage" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox collage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats just the beginning, my "Hate" has no end, like a bottomless pit there is always something I "hate" on. So prepare to laugh at the antics of one of the best and most objective "Haters" in the game. oh and for all you other haters just remember that I need about 20 more of you by the end of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on refer to me as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2dj8HeLReI/AAAAAAAAACY/HyouvRODXow/s1600-h/chappelle-player-haters-ball_bigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2dj8HeLReI/AAAAAAAAACY/HyouvRODXow/s320/chappelle-player-haters-ball_bigger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433421359894709730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~HUDSON THE GREAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-4888144578787108240?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/4888144578787108240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/4888144578787108240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/4888144578787108240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am.html' title='I AM...'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S2dkM4UK0RI/AAAAAAAAACg/w3u5iKDdgoM/s72-c/silky-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596421641700251013.post-911180016194409208</id><published>2010-01-01T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:56:48.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 1</title><content type='html'>Day 1 done, writing, video editing, Award show, Minstrel Show, I Hate show, Hudson's weekly blog..It's going to be a fun decade..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596421641700251013-911180016194409208?l=htgtv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/feeds/911180016194409208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/911180016194409208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596421641700251013/posts/default/911180016194409208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htgtv.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-1.html' title='DAY 1'/><author><name>DJ Martian Man Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793874259158151512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dF1A4uMQRZc/S6hoANQe7xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5OlYH0h4YA/S220/cheshire-cat-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
