<?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-912111467937866106</id><updated>2012-02-01T04:43:39.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Distraction</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-8696289357943663694</id><published>2008-10-08T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:03:33.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stream of conciousness</title><content type='html'>Man I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Again, adulthood is not all it's cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, I turn to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Here I come to lament my days.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone hoarse from speaking too much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could ever be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers talk all day long.&lt;br /&gt;This is me dozing off after hours at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/?action=view&amp;amp;current=asleep.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/asleep.jpg" alt="Asleep" border="0" height="400" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this "draft" all the way from Nov. 07...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sure if this is a common occurrence amongst my friends, family or humanity, but even when things are good, I can easily be brought down.&lt;br /&gt;I learned long ago I personally need to be proactive when it comes to social engagements and friendships. Life in general. I can hope for the best or assume things will work out in my favor.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems lately, things will never be "just right."&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;Should I hold on to this bitterness and leave it be? Perhaps ignoring my hurt feelings is best just to avoid drama.&lt;br /&gt;Should I confront those who afflict me? Try my best to have them understand me and hope they change to accommodate me?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be "pro active" and just try harder to be a better friend and hope they acknowledge me on  their own?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm writing out of hurt and stream of consciousness, but I want to enjoy life and no longer have these feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have no recollection of what I was rambling about, but it's pretty deep right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can score an emo chick and be complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-8696289357943663694?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/8696289357943663694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=8696289357943663694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/8696289357943663694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/8696289357943663694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2008/10/stream-of-conciousness.html' title='stream of conciousness'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-8041865865692115768</id><published>2008-08-09T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:35:46.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning Home</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck in the Heathrow Airport waiting for our new flight.  I have 10 mins left on this wifi subscription.&lt;br /&gt;We missed our flight to come home.  Apparently you need to be at the airport 3 hours ahead of time.  We were only an hour early.  My frustration might not be coming through, but trust me, it's present. 8 mins left.&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good trip here.  It wasn't the most relaxing, but it was a good break from work and the stress/chaos/anxiety of life.  I'm stoked to be returning home, but I also dread it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be slightly refreshed, and to have a better attitude about life.  Over the past 2 months, I learned some stuff about myself.  Perhaps I'm relearning some stuff too.  This whole "adulthood" thing is a process. 6 mins left.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the end of a CS Lewis Conference and heard Phillip Yancey speak and two other gentlemen.  Smart guys.  They gave me insight into my struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wifi network just told me my time is almost up. 3 mins left.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll leave you with this photo of documentation that I haven't been hiding in my bedroom this past week, but was actually in a distant land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/CIMG0037.jpg" alt="Luke" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in the "Tube."  Cheerio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-8041865865692115768?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/8041865865692115768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=8041865865692115768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/8041865865692115768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/8041865865692115768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2008/08/returning-home.html' title='Returning Home'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-2044950568394005022</id><published>2008-07-12T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:17:06.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Love</title><content type='html'>Just sitting in the living room, listening to a little PEDRO THE LION, and this song came on.  It's got to be one of my favorites.  It's a hymn that I was familiar with as just a mundane contemporary christian worship song, but in this rendition, it's played with passion and conviction.&lt;br /&gt;You may assume that it's some hardcore tune that is screamed to the heavens, but it's just the opposite.  David Bazan (singer/musician/emo-creator) slows down the pace to a lullaby, and sings delicately to God.  Bazan does have the reputation of being a sensationalist, critic, liberal and hertic, but things are put in perspective when his voice reverberates the room.&lt;br /&gt;I am weak. I am a failure.  I am a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;God is in control.  God wants me.  God died for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled - by the music, the lyrics, the vocals and God himself.&lt;br /&gt;It is the finest song I've used to worship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-2044950568394005022?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/2044950568394005022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=2044950568394005022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/2044950568394005022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/2044950568394005022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-love.html' title='Amazing Love'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-18215460751674899</id><published>2008-03-20T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:20:27.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Week Ever</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday's elevation service, Brent mentioned Easter week is second only to the week of creation.&lt;br /&gt;I find no qualms with this, except that it may need a qualifier, that this is the best week for mankind.&lt;br /&gt;It probably was a pretty tough week for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;He had the foreknowledge that one of his 12 would betray him.&lt;br /&gt;He was aware of his impending doom and sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;He knew that still to this day, much of humanity would not acknowledge him as the one true God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be heretical, but I don't know what i would do in these circumstances if i was Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember a song by the band Dogwood when I reflect on Easter and the Passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do or Die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed the Son of God today.&lt;br /&gt;I built the cross where He was slain.&lt;br /&gt;My sins,&lt;br /&gt;The hands that held the hammer that&lt;br /&gt;drove the nails through His skin.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I win.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make it up.&lt;br /&gt;I want to die to myself for You.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all that You went through.&lt;br /&gt;I owe my all to You. (I owe my all to You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Because when it came to do or die.&lt;br /&gt;You died for me,&lt;br /&gt;Though I would be nothing perfect,&lt;br /&gt;For human eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are Yours for works.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes will seek until I've found You.&lt;br /&gt;My legs will walk the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Until You tell me my work is through.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make it up,&lt;br /&gt;I want to die to myself for You,&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that I love,&lt;br /&gt;I owe my all to you. (I owe my all to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the Son of God today,&lt;br /&gt;He said "I forgive you for My pain",&lt;br /&gt;He took my sin that held the hammer&lt;br /&gt;that drove the nails through His skin,&lt;br /&gt;He said I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new creation through You,&lt;br /&gt;Created for You by You.&lt;br /&gt;So make me worth Your while,&lt;br /&gt;Put me to use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-18215460751674899?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/18215460751674899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=18215460751674899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/18215460751674899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/18215460751674899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-week-ever.html' title='Best Week Ever'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-5726192686205462859</id><published>2008-03-15T02:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:19:44.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Remember Me?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off slow.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Hitler tie his shoes?&lt;br /&gt;With little nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the jump rope joke?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1-10,&lt;br /&gt;how old was Michael Jackson's boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, I'll be here all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-5726192686205462859?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/5726192686205462859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=5726192686205462859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/5726192686205462859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/5726192686205462859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-remember-me.html' title='Hey, Remember Me?'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-90180380912734908</id><published>2007-09-27T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:29:27.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Stimulating Talk Radio</title><content type='html'>I finished my last day at KFI AM 640. One whole year believe it or not. I worked in the promotions department, which included podcasting, creating contests and going to events, representing KFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/KFI0026.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I will miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being aware of all the current events.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the occasional celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;My coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/KFI0027.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I won't miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commute. 3-4 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/KFI0021.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="300" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaving and dressing modestly.&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with the "talent."&lt;br /&gt;Going to events in the boondocks and setting up a tent and passing out swag for just two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/KFILukeEvent3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="125" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/KFILukeEvent2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="125" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa142/PimpsonProductions/KFILukeEvent.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" height="125" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with KFI fans like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c306/cptnhaddock/Photo332.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-90180380912734908?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/90180380912734908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=90180380912734908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/90180380912734908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/90180380912734908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-stimulating-talk-radio.html' title='More Stimulating Talk Radio'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-1385328788275538639</id><published>2007-08-28T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:15:18.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...no blog</title><content type='html'>Hey, sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been shedding tears thinking I would never return to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose I haven't been very inspired to blog about anything this summer.&lt;br /&gt;The last draft I had ready to post was about why I think the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; holiday. I didn't feel that was worthy enough to post, so here I am today, rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am. FYI, I'm still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-1385328788275538639?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/1385328788275538639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=1385328788275538639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/1385328788275538639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/1385328788275538639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-timeno-blog.html' title='Long time...no blog'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-1572108740824173719</id><published>2007-07-03T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:20:31.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, again...</title><content type='html'>Hopefully this blog doesn't turn into a movie review, but Live Free or Die Hard is by far the best movie of the summer. I would highly recommend it for a purely entertaining time. No need to see the three previous films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b3/LFoDHPoster.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this could all change after seeing Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/66/Transformers07.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-1572108740824173719?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/1572108740824173719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=1572108740824173719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/1572108740824173719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/1572108740824173719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/07/movies-again.html' title='Movies, again...'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-3991254512535284692</id><published>2007-06-27T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:53:07.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>So really, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Does it exist?&lt;br /&gt;According to "The Matrix" it exists.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a man-made explanation, or do we really have a sense of recurrence?&lt;br /&gt;I only bring this up because I was editing my blog, as you may have noticed, and I had the strange sensation that I was experiencing these same thoughts and actions before. And this is not the first time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seriously, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt;: I did not see the movie "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vu&lt;/span&gt;" staring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Denzel&lt;/span&gt; Washington, nor do I have a strong desire to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-3991254512535284692?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/3991254512535284692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=3991254512535284692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/3991254512535284692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/3991254512535284692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/06/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-3991402288631597235</id><published>2007-06-26T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:08:36.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the summer of...</title><content type='html'>Trilogies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://cinevegasblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/oceans13poster1.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/62/Pirates3Jack.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://www.graphicexpectations.com/posterimg/spider_man_three_ver4.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Shrek_the_Third%20-%20Poster.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://img.verycd.com/c7071de1670be6d7c8c4f2213d52a4f5.108600.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f0/The_Bourne_Ultimatum_One-Sheet.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other sequels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://blogsimages.skynet.be/images/002/838/875_599b37f1bc98f8074a20db0bbf153117.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://www.cinoche.com/images/actualites/2007/29bruce_psoter.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/HPO/harrypotter~Harry-Potter-And-The-Order-Of-The-Phoenix-Posters.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/fantastic/silverposter3.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen five of these movies so far, and I intend on seeing two more of them when they come out. (I pretty much don't care about the Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer or Rush Hour 3)&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't aware (and you should if you know me at all), I pretty much love movies. I love going to the movie theater. I wouldn't mind working in the movie industry. My dream is to have a home theater in my house one day.&lt;br /&gt;And some of the movies I'm most excited about are not even being talked about that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://www.mana.com.au/images/eaglessharks.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/60/Across_the_universe.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/80/You_kill_me.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever feel like going to the movies, give me a call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-3991402288631597235?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/3991402288631597235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=3991402288631597235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/3991402288631597235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/3991402288631597235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-summer-of.html' title='This is the summer of...'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-5555897792255871430</id><published>2007-06-25T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:42:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart on my Sleeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.idiomsbykids.com/taylor/mrtaylor/class20022003/idioms/idioms2004/idioms3/wearyourheartonyoursleeve.jpg" alt="" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you familiar with that expression?&lt;br /&gt;"Wear your heart on your sleeve?" Openly expressing how one feels. I feel I do this more than other people, though it's tough. It's risky being vulnerable. And I think us new "bloggers" are still trying to decide how vulnerable we can be, or should be, on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;So how am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Mediocre/Fair.&lt;br /&gt;Transitioning.&lt;br /&gt;Started a new job(though I didn't go in today). I don't think I'll ever be prepared to work a full five day week. Always working towards my weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't make me live for my friday nights"&lt;br /&gt;- Twentysomething by Jamie Cullum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm missing out on good stuff when I'm at work. And two day weekends are not long enough.&lt;br /&gt;So this is partially sarcastic...but mostly true. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Is it that I don't want to grow up? Is it that I need a better job? Perhaps I should go back to school so I can be with my peers? I don't enjoy the fact that I'm not in college group anymore. I don't like that I have to shave before i go to work. I don't appreciate the that it's summer...and I'm yet to go to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;So how am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Discontent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-5555897792255871430?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/5555897792255871430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=5555897792255871430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/5555897792255871430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/5555897792255871430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/06/heart-on-my-sleeve.html' title='Heart on my Sleeve'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-2081856248006314394</id><published>2007-06-14T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T02:25:23.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Quips</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Bravo's Top Chef makes me hungry.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm sleepy, but I continually stay up late watching TV.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm excited to see the doctor on Friday.  It's been nearly two years since I've gone.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Thursday Night Live is upon us.  Be prepared.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Racist and dirty humor is the worst form of comedy...but it's still funny.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Lying to children is a lot of fun.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;When someone says you're one in a billion, then there's four of you in Asia.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Cracking your bones is not unhealthy, and anyone who tells you otherwise is a fool.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ben Savage is not dead. It's an urban legend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.vivianreed.net/BMW/media/ben8.jpg" /&gt; Thank God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-2081856248006314394?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/2081856248006314394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=2081856248006314394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/2081856248006314394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/2081856248006314394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/06/quick-quips.html' title='Quick Quips'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-7097450442338690297</id><published>2007-06-12T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:58:02.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Distracting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry, but I've completely ignored my blog for about a week. But I've ignored the internet too. And it was nice...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need to be cut off from my email and other obligations, and I just don't turn on my computer. I feel as though I'm inundated by media and noise pollution. This is mostly my fault. I accept that. I physically turn on my computer, TV, radio, etc. It's been so pervasive throughout my life, that it feels like my senses have been desensitized.&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape it.&lt;br /&gt;The only time I can seriously imagine when my visual and audible senses are not being stimulated is when I'm in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep and awake to my radio.&lt;br /&gt;I work on a computer all day.&lt;br /&gt;I watch television, movies, video games.&lt;br /&gt;At the gym I have TV's surrounding me and music blasting and 24 Hour Fitness commercials reminding me why it's superior to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm constantly being "entertained."&lt;/div&gt;I'm a slave to these modern conveniences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm going to attempt to take a serious Sabbath on the weekends. Like a sincere day of rest where I don't set my alarm, I don't plan to do any errands, perhaps not even use my car. This will most likely be a Saturday, because Sunday is hardly a day of rest. Sadly, Sunday is full of obligations now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digitaldutch.com/arles/tutorials/thumbnail_tags/galleries/thumbnail_tags_with_size/images/Hammock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on these days, I will even attempt the more difficult choice not to turn something on. Why would I do all this? Simply because I'm distracted from God. I rarely communicate with him, and all this noise around me does not help. God's entity should be my entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-7097450442338690297?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/7097450442338690297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=7097450442338690297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/7097450442338690297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/7097450442338690297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/06/truly-distracting.html' title='Truly Distracting'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-8421441047485512502</id><published>2007-06-05T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:15:40.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get'r Done</title><content type='html'>Got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roadtripnation.com/" target="blank"&gt;Roadtrip Nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.michaelsurtees.com/winnie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to make another dozen decisions.&lt;br /&gt;What should I wear?&lt;br /&gt;What should I eat?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get married, or wait a week?&lt;br /&gt;Things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I fear I may be getting sick. I've been suffering from a severe lack of sleep, and it's wearing out my body. Perhaps I should be medicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a "super-sidenote," check out &lt;a href="http://jcorndawg.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;Josh's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. He acknowledges David and myself as roomates, but uses less than dignified pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-8421441047485512502?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/8421441047485512502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=8421441047485512502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/8421441047485512502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/8421441047485512502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/06/getr-done.html' title='Get&apos;r Done'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-5932656257852100962</id><published>2007-06-03T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:37:47.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Songs</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's the deal, but I've been listening to sad songs all day. Perhaps I'm depressed, but I'm relishing in the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far on my list I have:&lt;br /&gt;Israel Kamakawiwo Ole - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brRsRTTp1Pw" blank=""&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow/What A Wonderfulworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeeter Davis - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l-GpISGBFY" blank=""&gt;The End of The World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Buckley - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ee7oEeEidW4" blank=""&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Garland - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcB_Er3fUss" blank=""&gt;Smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (apparently Charlie Chaplin wrote the music or lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Francis - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWoTMTsIKX8" blank=""&gt;I Will Wait For You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Originally from a 1964 French film titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0czIwZgfoU" blank=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Umbrellas of Cherbourg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The funny thing is, each of these songs has multiple singers/versions, but I decided to choose my favorite performers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I have to be sad about? I can only suspect all the changes going on in my life. Transitions if you will. I have some minor stresses, and I keep confronting different  challenges. Perhaps this is spiritual warfare? I've always said, from a purely selfish point of view, Life would be a lot easier for ME, if everyone acted and believed like ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you could indulge me with your favorite "sad songs." I'm curious to hear what you got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-5932656257852100962?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/5932656257852100962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=5932656257852100962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/5932656257852100962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/5932656257852100962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/06/sad-songs.html' title='Sad Songs'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912111467937866106.post-8161330932338883650</id><published>2007-05-31T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:21:30.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So now what...?</title><content type='html'>I'm at the office, and by office I mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kfi640.com/" target="blank"&gt;KFIAM640&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Promotions Dept, 4th floor,&lt;br /&gt;3400 West Olive Ave, Ste. 550&lt;br /&gt;Burbank, CA 91505&lt;br /&gt;Good times right? Not so much. I'm really sleepy and am just biding my time until i can leave: 39 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a job interview at a production company that makes a documentary, &lt;a href="http://www.roadtripnation.com/" target="blank"&gt;Roadtrip Nation&lt;/a&gt;. I actually tried applying to be the host of this documentary a few years ago while I was at Pepperdine. My two buddies and I didn't get the job. They said we were too confident in what we wanted to do with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;This round, I'm applying to be a "behind the scenes" intern. What that entails, I don't know. I just know that Costa Mesa is a much closer commute than Burbank.&lt;br /&gt;Remaining Time: 32 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tonight I'm ditching out on church and going to the Angels Game.&lt;br /&gt;Angels: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Free Angels ticket: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Free Angels Suite ticket: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be gorging myself on delicious ballpark food. Oh yeah, and there's a baseball game too...&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you've enjoyed my first entry into the Luke Pimpson, &lt;a href="http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;"Pimpson Productions"&lt;/a&gt; blog. I hope you've enjoyed it and continue to read my other posts, because they will be sure to be just as compelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/912111467937866106-8161330932338883650?l=pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/feeds/8161330932338883650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=912111467937866106&amp;postID=8161330932338883650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/8161330932338883650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/912111467937866106/posts/default/8161330932338883650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimpsonproductions.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-now-what.html' title='So now what...?'/><author><name>Luke Pimpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391952370310336197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
