<?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-3054755319938547198</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:27:40.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bob</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-8696147802514078182</id><published>2010-07-10T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:46:40.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from New York</title><content type='html'>So I just took a vacation with my wife to the East Coast. It was pretty sweet. We drove through Pennsylvania and visited a bunch of states, Boston was AWESOME, (saw a Red Sox game, if you're into sports you know how epic that is). But the main attraction on the East Coast is New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything specific to say about New York, but I thought I'd just ramble about it for a bit. It's an interesting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first of all, it is INSANELY crowded, and the traffic is nuts. What we did (which I highly recommend if you ever visit) is got a hotel just outside the city. It was in like Tarrytown or something, just half an hour out of NYC. The hotel had a shuttle to the train station, which we then took into the city. The train is pretty cheap, and kinda fun to ride. MUCH less stressful than driving. Grand Central station is pretty sweet too. It's bigger than a lot of airports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we just walked and took taxis, which are also really cheap. We also took one of those little carts pulled by a dude on a bike, which was really fun, but also really expensive. Like REALLY expensive. We also had these tour tickets where we could get on and off these double decker buses whenever we wanted. Getting around NY without a car is NOT an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tours where cool, I recommend them all. We did a night tour on a bus, pretty amazing to see the city all lit up. We took a boat tour of the harbor and saw the statue of liberty and ground zero. We also went to the top of the Empire State Building (102 stories!). Very cool. Your ears pop from the pressure like on an airplane it's so high up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a hotdog from a street vendor. It tasted just like every other hot dog I've ever had, but it was the experience of it that was just cool. I also had a horrible poop that night. Coincidence? I think not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to wrap things up, Times Square is amazing, especially at night. There's so many lights it's like daytime. There is some mucho awesome stuff. The billboards are HUGE and there's about a million advertisements for movies and tv shows for some reason. So many awesome stores. The M&amp;Ms store is 3 stories tall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know if I'd want to live there, but I think EVERYONE needs to visit New York City before they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my wife and I totally wore matching "I &lt;3 NY" shirts. LOL We're cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-8696147802514078182?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/8696147802514078182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=8696147802514078182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8696147802514078182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8696147802514078182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-from-new-york.html' title='Back from New York'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-8990643407236610264</id><published>2010-04-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:45:42.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Nirvana Mashup</title><content type='html'>My blogs tend to have absolutely nothing to do with ANYTHING current. And this one continues the tradition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Gray came in the other day with a Michael Jackson shirt on and we got to talking about the king of pop. I'm into really weird and obscure music, and it reminded me of an amazing song: "Smells Like Billie Jean" a remix mashup of Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit with MJ's Billie Jean. It rocks. Two legends who've passed away in one song. I just wanted to share it with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMhnFoq0TpE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMhnFoq0TpE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have no idea what that skull train thing is. Just ignore it and enjoy the awesomeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-8990643407236610264?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/8990643407236610264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=8990643407236610264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8990643407236610264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8990643407236610264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2010/04/michael-jackson-nirvana-mashup.html' title='Michael Jackson Nirvana Mashup'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-641671544813912852</id><published>2010-04-03T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:15:47.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Bunny is REAL!</title><content type='html'>If you have kids, or maybe you are a kid, you may doubt the existence of the always cool Easter Bunny. I'm not sure why you would be suspicious of his liveliness, I mean you're getting free candy, don't mess with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, I am here to tell you he is indeed alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was like 6 or 7 one Easter morn, I was just chilling in my room, starting to wake up, and I HEARD THE DOORBELL RING!!! I dive out of bed, and fly downstairs trying to catch the Bunny. I didn't see him. However, there were two overflowing Easter baskets for my brother and me! I grabbed 'em and ran upstairs to wake up my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's why I know the Easter Bunny delivered those baskets: My parents were sleeping. Even if they were faking it, I had run downstairs and back SUPER FAST. And the way that house was set up I would have seen anyone trying to sneak back up to their room. There's no way they could've rung the doorbell and got back up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EASTER BUNNY IS REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or some random weirdo dropped off the baskets. I like the first idea more though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-641671544813912852?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/641671544813912852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=641671544813912852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/641671544813912852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/641671544813912852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-bunny-is-real.html' title='The Easter Bunny is REAL!'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-3566618282740841004</id><published>2010-02-28T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:51:23.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with this Train?</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is SUPER random and has nothing to do with anything remotely current, but I wanted to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone is familiar with the song "Drops of Jupiter" by Train. Yes I know it's like 10 years old. Awesome song though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is with the lyrics. Pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GvXlKDypu4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GvXlKDypu4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song. But I was listening to it the other day and came to a realization: It DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! And here's why, this verse right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEEP-FRIED CHICKEN&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you&lt;br /&gt;Even when I know you're wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance&lt;br /&gt;Five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOY LATTE&lt;/span&gt; that you ever had, and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there! He talks about deep fried chicken, and a soy latte. Come on now Train. No one has both of those. If you are eating fried chicken, you don't care about being healthy with soy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I just polished off that bucket of KFC, but real milk will just do me in, gotta go with the soy milk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you are such a health nut that you drink soy lattes, there is NO WAY you'd touch anything deep fried. You know how bad for you that stuff is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just noticed that the other day. I told you this blog was random. It just bothered me. That's bad continuity Train, just poor writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-3566618282740841004?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/3566618282740841004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=3566618282740841004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/3566618282740841004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/3566618282740841004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-up-with-this-train.html' title='What&apos;s up with this Train?'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-3203155787134566225</id><published>2010-01-24T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:53:59.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Fail</title><content type='html'>Once again, it's been forever since I've written anything. I'm a noob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaanyway, last weekend I went with my wife and our good friend Stephanie to the Three Days Grace/Breaking Benjamin concert at Joe Louis Arena. Breaking Benjamin is my wife's favorite band, so we spent some big money on "gold VIP tickets", which gives you a t-shirt and poster and stupid stuff, but the real reason we paid for this was for early entry. EARLY ENTRY. We get to go in before people with general admission, which is great, because I don't want to have to fight people to get to the front. Expensive, but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they email us the tickets and this nice little message that says to be at the box office to check in no later than 4:30. We're there at 4. We show them the email, the box office dude says, "oh ok. just wait". Things are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's 4:30 and nothing happens. That's fine. They're running a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's 5 and we're getting worried. Gates open to the public at 6, and there's a HUGE line out there. There's like almost 50 people here in the box office room waiting for the same thing we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask what the hell is going on. They say they don't have any of the paperwork or wristbands or anything, basically they have no idea how this early entry is going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's 5:30. Everyone is freaking out. The box office people are not helpful AT ALL. We ask what they can do, can they call someone, ANYTHING. They say the bands people haven't dropped anything off, and there's nobody to call. NOBODY. Really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they called a cop because everyone was getting pretty mad. Which I thought was funny, because A: These people paid a ton of money to see this concert, and aren't going to miss it by starting a freaking riot, and B: if there was a riot, one single cop isn't going to do jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally it's 10 minutes to six, and I say screw it, we're getting out of here. We go up the stairs to the entrance where there's a huge line, and we just go up to the front. Luckily there was a lady there with wristbands for people with floor seats. We show here the email and out tickets, and she says how sorry she is that the box office people suck, give us wristbands and tell us to around to the west entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run over there and there's also a big line. We just run right in the door. There's some security people there, and they too have no clue what is going on, and that no one told them anything about early entrance. They call over some guy to see if he knows what's up. He doesn't. He calls over another guy. It's like 3 minutes to the gates opening at this point. My wife and I flip out on this poor guy, and they say fine, you can go in first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run in all the way up to the barrier in the front, and a crowd of people come in behind us. So we got our early entrance. About 30 seconds before the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super stressful to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being an awesome concert, we got some sweet pictures, and a guitar pick from TDG. My wife paid a security guard $10 for a bottle of water, some chick passed out next to me and I had to lift her over the barrier, a crowd surfer tried to steal my hat, and some guy accidentally touched Stephanie's boob about 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-3203155787134566225?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/3203155787134566225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=3203155787134566225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/3203155787134566225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/3203155787134566225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2010/01/concert-fail.html' title='Concert Fail'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-4990273816110764576</id><published>2009-11-07T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:55:47.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Annoying Artsy People</title><content type='html'>So the other night my wife and I went out to Cheap Charlies after the the Icehawks game. And we sat next to the MOST ANNOYING PEOPLE EVER. It was really entertaining listening to their conversation. (The good gentleman "simply ADORES Tim Burton")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you have seen these d-bag artsy type people before. They're all over. This particular couple were SC4 theater/ballet students in probably their late 20's. Now there's nothing wrong with being 30 and going to SC4. That's pretty awesome actually, good for you. I went to SC4. It's a great school, but it's freakin COMMUNITY COLLEGE. They accept EVERYONE. These people where acting like it was the most prestigious university in the Ivy League. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't go into detail about this particular conversation, but I will give some tips on discovering S.A.A.P.s (Super Annoying Artsy People). They are really really fun to listen to and make fun of. Try it, you'll laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clothing. Look for scarves. They love scarves, no matter the weather. Also kind of weird hats. Or pretty much anything from Hott Topic. (although not all Hott Topic apparel clothed people are SAAPs. They could just be emo kids or something. Nowhere near as entertaining.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair. Guy SAAPs will usually have facial hair. It's always really neatly trimmed. Whether a goatee, moustache, or full beard, it is disturbing tidy. &lt;br /&gt;The women SAAPs will 9 out of 10 times have short, kind of jaggedly cut hair. You know what I'm talking about. I actually like that style a lot, it just happens to be the haircut of choice for know it alls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Conversation. The only TRUE way to tell a Super Annoying Artsy Person. The big give away: an incredible amount of self importance. They think they are the most intelligent, sophisticated, and knowledgeable people in the world. They are EXTREMELY amused with themselves, and tend to tell stories with an amazing amount of detail and side stories woven in, but in the end have ABSOLUTELY NO POINT.  You'll be able to tell right away. They believe themselves to be the authority on pretty much EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that's about it. Try and scope some out, and just sit and listen. You'll feel better about yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you happen to be a SAAP, no offense, I'm sure you're a great person once we get to know you, but just listening to you, you are not actually awesome, you're a huge loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-4990273816110764576?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/4990273816110764576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=4990273816110764576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/4990273816110764576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/4990273816110764576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/11/super-annoying-artsy-people.html' title='Super Annoying Artsy People'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-3656488232207922166</id><published>2009-10-03T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:12:17.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some profound and thought provoking thoughts about Jon &amp; Kate Plus 8</title><content type='html'>They both need to shut up and go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-3656488232207922166?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/3656488232207922166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=3656488232207922166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/3656488232207922166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/3656488232207922166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-profound-and-thought-provoking.html' title='Some profound and thought provoking thoughts about Jon &amp; Kate Plus 8'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-1005381550870410587</id><published>2009-07-19T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:19:06.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldest summer EVER!</title><content type='html'>Wow it's been a while since I updated this. I forgot my password. You all know how that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quick side note, I was looking at all our blogs here at WBTI.com. I noticed Sean and Erin are always talking about entertainment news, Annie Spears usually has some kind of funny news story, and Ben Coburn rambles about the most random stuff EVER. What do I do? I just kind of complain about everything. Someone has to do it. So here's some more whining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a freezing cold summer. That is seriously NOT cool. Compare this summer to the ones of yore (that's a weird way of saying "the past", fyi). But yeah, just ice. You know what I usually wear in the summer? Basketball shorts. Thats it. And I'm very comfortable. This year? Jeans and a freaking long sleeved shirt almost all the time. That's wrong. Summer should be for running around almost naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great thing about living in the Blue Water area is the super awesome Lake. So nice.  In the summer I'm normally in there every single day. I haven't even been in yet. I went to the beach once, but the water was waaay to cold. It's really depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even drive around with my windows down at night! I've probably had the heat on more than the AC in my car. What the &amp;#@$%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what Al Gore says, I WANT global warming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-1005381550870410587?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/1005381550870410587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=1005381550870410587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/1005381550870410587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/1005381550870410587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/07/coldest-summer-ever.html' title='Coldest summer EVER!'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-8727895551015579962</id><published>2009-06-06T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:46:16.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm part vampire</title><content type='html'>I think I am officially the whitest non albino person in Michigan. I'm pretty darn pale. I practically glow in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard trying to get tan too. I work until 6:30 pretty much every day, and I'm a busy guy. I can't really sit around in the sun. (Although I wish I could. That'd be sweet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going on vacation to California in a few weeks so I NEED to get a tan. But I can't! I've been going to the tanner for a week and there is absolutely no change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just doomed to pastiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're kind of bummed that you don't look your best for the beach, don't worry, because I look waaaaay worse than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-8727895551015579962?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/8727895551015579962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=8727895551015579962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8727895551015579962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8727895551015579962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-im-part-vampire.html' title='I think I&apos;m part vampire'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-2708830777559052853</id><published>2009-05-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:46:46.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another person talking about swine flu...</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!! ...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap people are worried about the swine flu. It's all I hear about on the news. I went out to dinner with my parents the other day and they told me to make sure I washed my hands so I didn't get swine flu. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not worried about it. Remember the bird flu? SARS? There's a new disease every year. It's like nature's fashion statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know ANYONE who even knew anyone who caught the bird flu let alone died from it? Probably not. We live in Michigan. That stuff is in like New Mexico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all be fine. Chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I say that, in an ironic twist of fate I'll probably end up being the only person in this state who dies from swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-2708830777559052853?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/2708830777559052853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=2708830777559052853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/2708830777559052853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/2708830777559052853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/05/yet-another-person-talking-about-swine.html' title='Yet another person talking about swine flu...'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-7673195311340043336</id><published>2009-04-11T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:03:36.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair trouble</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I don't know what to do with my hair. It's getting pretty long. (It's about at my eyebrows right now.) I want to cut it but I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried a ton of hairstyles. I normally have it either really really short or kind of mid length. I've had it sort of long and shaggy like now, and I've even shaved my head completely (which I actually liked a lot but my wife hates). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know what to do. I want to grow it real long since I've never done that, but I just hate the length it's at now. It gets messed up really easily. So should I go back to my boring mid length haircut or bite the bullet and look like a doofus for another few months and get cool long hair? I think it's kind of weird that I'm putting this much time and thought into this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least I have hair. Unlike some people who I won't mention, but their name starts with B (and ends with en Coburn. Haha. He's bald.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-7673195311340043336?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/7673195311340043336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=7673195311340043336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/7673195311340043336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/7673195311340043336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-trouble.html' title='Hair trouble'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-6589161234556554530</id><published>2009-03-14T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:39:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE always has it worse.</title><content type='html'>I was talking with some friends the other day about how amazingly bad the economy is. Everyone is losing their jobs, things are expensive, it generally sucks. We all work like crazy (yeah I have a real job besides working on radio) and have pretty much no money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard. But then I realized, most of us really don't have it that bad. No matter how bad you have it, someone has it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a crappy job, just be happy you have one, more and more people don't every day. You're lucky. If you don't have a job, be happy you still have somewhere to live at least. If you're homeless, be glad you're not addicted to crack. If you're homeless and addicted to crack, be happy you're not blind at least. And if you're a homeless blind crack addict, be glad you're not paralyzed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess if you're a blind, paralyzed, homeless crack addict, you're PROBABLY not reading this, so there's no point explaining how someone has it worse than you. But there's always someone who wishes they were you, eve if you're a blind paralyzed, homeless crack addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-6589161234556554530?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/6589161234556554530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=6589161234556554530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/6589161234556554530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/6589161234556554530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-always-has-it-worse.html' title='SOMEONE always has it worse.'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-8692283530406197375</id><published>2009-02-28T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:11:32.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diets are poopy.</title><content type='html'>Holy cow I hate diets. I've been on one for like 3 weeks and I just can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know me, I LOVE food. Kind of obsessed really. Luckily I'm young and have a really fast metabolism, so I'm still in good shape, despite eating like 4,000 calories a day. (That's about twice what a normal person should eat.) Taco Bell, burgers, pizza, fried chicken, I'm all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about a month ago, my wife went on some crazy Oprah diet. Because I'm such a great guy, I thought: Hey, I'm not going to be a jerk and eat all this great food in front of her, while she's eating cardboard and leaves. That and she was getting mad at me. And an angry, hungry wife is not good to be around. So I joined the diet. That or be in the doghouse until 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first I thought, hey, this won't be that bad, I'll just work on my six-pack and get really cut and buff looking. It'll be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not cool. All I think about is food. I'm starving. I would kill someone for a burger. This is awful. I am never going on a diet again after I get off this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need some help. Does anyone have tips on making it through a diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly a tragic event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-8692283530406197375?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/8692283530406197375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=8692283530406197375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8692283530406197375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8692283530406197375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/02/diets-are-poopy.html' title='Diets are poopy.'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-1045615431642561335</id><published>2009-02-21T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:35:10.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate weather.</title><content type='html'>I hate all weather. I first realized this when I started thinking how much I hate winter. I mean, this snow is just ridiculous. I'm sick of it. It's cold, and hard to drive. And if you drive a dark colored car, it'll look awful from all the salt and snow and whatever. I can't wait for spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized I hate spring too. Everything is melted. It is super wet and muddy everywhere. Death to shoes. I hate it. For someone who plays a lot of basketball, you don't want to tromp through a swamp in Air Jordans. And like winter, your car will look like crap. I don't like spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's summer, which is probably the best of the 4 seasons, but still has it's downsides. Like 95 degree weather. When I'm not working here at WBTI, I do a lot of manual labor (gotta pay those bills somehow). It gets HOT. Not fun. Plus I sweat a lot. I will soak a shirt in like an hour. It's pretty gross. It can be hard to cool down to. You can always add another sweater or blanket to stay warm, but you can only take off so many clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Fall. I actually like fall, except for one thing: leaves. Oh my god I hate leaves. There everywhere. I hate raking. They get in the house and get ground up. And I hate raking. They suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes right down to it, I think we can all agree that winter is by far the worst. Bring on the mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-1045615431642561335?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/1045615431642561335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=1045615431642561335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/1045615431642561335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/1045615431642561335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-weather.html' title='I hate weather.'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-504734752476491826</id><published>2009-01-31T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:15:25.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Nuggets!</title><content type='html'>With a little help from Annie Spears, I ate 50 Chicken Nuggets in one sitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe some congratulations are in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to work out for like 5 hours to make up for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-504734752476491826?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/504734752476491826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=504734752476491826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/504734752476491826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/504734752476491826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/01/50-nuggets.html' title='50 Nuggets!'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-2452796092955701682</id><published>2009-01-24T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:18:25.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby gets kicked in the face!</title><content type='html'>Parents, don't let this happen to your kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Watch your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXvcxCVWaGE&amp;amp;hl=en&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/lXvcxCVWaGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bad person for thinking this is kind of funny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-2452796092955701682?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/2452796092955701682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=2452796092955701682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/2452796092955701682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/2452796092955701682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-gets-kicked-in-face.html' title='Baby gets kicked in the face!'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-3816898090587833982</id><published>2009-01-24T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:30:30.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Impossible Trivia so Awesome? (AKA I love Caseys Pizza)</title><content type='html'>If you don't know what impossible trivia is, you should. Click &lt;a href="http://www.wbti.net/impossibletrivia.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason it's so great, is because you get FREE FOOD from Casey's Pizza and Subs in downtown Port Huron. I love Casey's. It's my favorite restaurant.  It has incredible variety. So awesome in fact, I decided to try EVERY item on the menu. There are 72 total, and I'm over half way there. (the #5 is my favorite so far) I would recommend everyone try all of Casey's food. It rules. The only problem is that it costs money, and who has a ton of money to throw around these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why Impossible Trivia is so great. Casey's Pizza and Subs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free.&lt;/span&gt; 'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-3816898090587833982?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/3816898090587833982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=3816898090587833982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/3816898090587833982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/3816898090587833982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-is-impossible-trivia-so-awesome-aka.html' title='Why is Impossible Trivia so Awesome? (AKA I love Caseys Pizza)'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054755319938547198.post-8745323300325847620</id><published>2009-01-06T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:25:38.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hi.  I'm The Bob. So I guess I have a blog now. I must be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll give you a little Bob history about my time in the wonderful world of radio. I don't know if ANYONE cares at all, but I don't know where else to really start a blog. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hired here at RadioFirst (the company that owns WBTI) on my 18th birthday, January 1st 2008. Yes, I'm a New Year's Baby, and no it's not cool. Everything is closed on my birthday, and everyone's partied out. It's poopy. Anyway, I came in and started out as a board operator, which is basically the guy who sits around and presses buttons that play commercials. Super easy. So after about a month of that, Ben Coburn called and asked if I wanted to be on WBTI. Obviously I said yes. I also remember jumping around with happiness like a little kid on Christmas. I love radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started the very awesome Saturday Night on Demand, a request show from 7:00-Midnight. It's pretty fun. Call and request something! (810) 966-9696 or Toll Free (877) 966-9696. I'm very friendly. For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot, I met my wife here too! Deidre Lynn, from Q-Country 107. We became awesome friends instantly. We used to sit in her truck and talk until 5:00 AM. I've never gotten to know someone so fast. So after a while we started dating, and made the snap decision to get married, on June 26th. It's been great so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. 2008 was a pretty good year. Started an awesome job and got married. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this blog was excessively long, but you have to start somewhere,  right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054755319938547198-8745323300325847620?l=thebobwbti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/feeds/8745323300325847620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054755319938547198&amp;postID=8745323300325847620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8745323300325847620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054755319938547198/posts/default/8745323300325847620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobwbti.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-blog.html' title='First Blog!'/><author><name>The Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753417212706611738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weEmCEOBbJ0/SX51l6b5mJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HSBuVG1j6_k/S220/Bob3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
