<?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-37050025</id><updated>2012-01-31T12:09:42.114+11:00</updated><category term='25'/><category term='Vaguely Humorous'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Ranting'/><category term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Jono's Exemplary Notepad of Significant Importance</title><subtitle type='html'>"It's a job that's never started that takes the longest to finish." - J. R. R. Tolkien</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-5282889447050379140</id><published>2007-11-11T19:18:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:29:26.360+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>By the way...</title><content type='html'>Yes, by the way, I got this the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131496716100389906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rza9E1E_TBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9_K98m5VyA4/s400/licence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got it from some suss shop in the middle of nowhere. Or from Burwood Vicroads. Now I will drive to your house, and steal your food when you are not looking. Got it a week ago, also, and am just slow to share this with the blog world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, you may have noticed I put "Scanned image only" over it. I wasn't sure how many laws I was breaking by scanning it, so I figured it might be nice to have that there. And because it looks professional. I am professional. I can drive, after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, by the way, I am doing exams at the moment, and that is why I am not blogging much. No it is not because of blogwall, but because of exams. In three days, though, there will be only one left, and that should be awesome. I then have a week or more between to maybe do some mroe blogging, and maybe find my old form again.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonohead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-5282889447050379140?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/5282889447050379140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=5282889447050379140' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/5282889447050379140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/5282889447050379140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/11/by-way.html' title='By the way...'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rza9E1E_TBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9_K98m5VyA4/s72-c/licence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-1067865408202470152</id><published>2007-10-22T09:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:23:40.793+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>IQ Test!</title><content type='html'>As many people can maybe probably tell, I am a big fan of IQ tests. I think they are the most logical tests in the world, and how smart you are can definately be summed up by a few questions about unrelated nothingness. Now, I don't know if you realised, but I was being sarcastic, IQ tests test nothing but how much time you feel like wasting doing one. But, all is good, because I have devised my own IQ tests to beat all IQ tests. Answer the questions (Multiple choice) and take down oyur answers, and check them against the correct answers in the comments on this blog post. Now you will see what your real IQ is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:&lt;br /&gt;How many characters have I typed in this post so far?&lt;br /&gt;A- 256&lt;br /&gt;B - 196&lt;br /&gt;C - 336&lt;br /&gt;D- Can't be bothered counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:&lt;br /&gt;Which, of the following, is the closest in relation to a Pangolin?&lt;br /&gt;A- A tape worm&lt;br /&gt;B- A tapier&lt;br /&gt;C- Measuring tape&lt;br /&gt;D - A farmer's hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3:&lt;br /&gt;How many questions are there in this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;A- One&lt;br /&gt;B- Three&lt;br /&gt;C- Five&lt;br /&gt;D- Alfragooglewak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4:&lt;br /&gt;Which of the following characters has not appeared in a poem on my magnificent blog?&lt;br /&gt;A- Fred&lt;br /&gt;B- Xark&lt;br /&gt;C- Bob&lt;br /&gt;D- Alfragooglewak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5:&lt;br /&gt;How many of this quiz's correct answers are "C"?&lt;br /&gt;A-None&lt;br /&gt;B- Four&lt;br /&gt;C- Three&lt;br /&gt;D- Alfragooglewak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, read the comments, add up your score, then read the section relating to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO SCORED 5/5:&lt;br /&gt;You are very intellectual. You should be in a hospital earning a high revenue, since you attained an ENTER score of above 99.95 in High School, and spent you University time studying Medicine. Congratulations on earning such a high IQ score. Your IQ is 250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SCORED 4/5 FOR THIS TEST:&lt;br /&gt;You are fairly smart. But why did you get that fifth question wrong? You got it wrong because you are not as good as everybody else. Go and sit in a corner and think about what you have done. Out of interest, which question was it that you got wrong? Because if it was question 5, that is terrible. That was the easiest question of them all! Your IQ is 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ THIS IF YOU GOT THREE ANSWERS RIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Thankyou for doing this test. Please, now, return to you class and learn your times tables a bit better. Ok? You should not be wasting this time reading blogs when you clearly need to get a bit more cleverer. You got an IQ score of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT TWO ANSWERS CORRECT? CLICK HERE FOR A FREE HOLIDAY TO FIJI!&lt;br /&gt;You clicked on the title, didn't you? Yes, you did. I think it is time for you to take a good look at your life. You only got two right, that's less than half! Go and buy some ice cream and have some fun with your friends for a while. You deserve the break, as you must have worked very hard to read the questions of this test. You have an IQ of 1.09 x 10^-519. Sorry if you cannot understand that number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET ONE RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Yay! You get right! You could smart, but you not get much right. Hard test. Hope done more good next time. Let be friend. You want be friend, too? You get eye and koo for zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice for parents: DID YOUR SON/DAUGHTER GET NO ANSWERS CORRECT?&lt;br /&gt;This is a problem. This is a big problem. You have done a great job of parenting! (That was rather sarcastic) Unfortunately, your child has an IQ of negative five billion, and you should let them know that their ideal profession when they get older will be a chicken trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if, in any way, your score has insulted you. Maybe next time you will get a 5/5 and feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-1067865408202470152?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/1067865408202470152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=1067865408202470152' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/1067865408202470152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/1067865408202470152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/10/iq-test.html' title='IQ Test!'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-596745456122528962</id><published>2007-10-18T10:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:34:58.668+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Alphabentance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122464683254482194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RxamfUveBRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mWc8dqbc6SM/s400/imagesalphabet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;A Bad Crocodile Didn't Eat Fruit, Get How In Jail, Kate Lent Monopoly Non-Oblong Pieces, Quickly Rewarding Stupid Tabatha Under Veils With Xylophones Yelling "Zebra"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Awesome. No, I am not bored right now, don't be ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-596745456122528962?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/596745456122528962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=596745456122528962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/596745456122528962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/596745456122528962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/10/alphabentance.html' title='Alphabentance'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RxamfUveBRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mWc8dqbc6SM/s72-c/imagesalphabet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3281295944840693636</id><published>2007-10-16T12:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:41:51.486+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Schoolface</title><content type='html'>Now that school is coming to a close for me, I am realising a lot within the system of school (or at least my school) that is rather stupid, and I hadn't realised before. Maybe I had realised these things earlier, but that is not important.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, why does everybody in school write with blue pens? How ridonculous. Why don't they publish novels with blue ink? Because blue is a stupid colour to have text in, which makes blue pens seem all the more a waste of pigment. Black pens, on the other hand, or white pens, they are smart. Use them. Now.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to wear school uniforms, like blazers and what not, which are quite formal, while teachers can wear jeans? Unfair unfair unfair. And if we are meant to be learning, in school, how to live and survive in the outside world, why are we not learning about how to dress in the outside world? Are they really teaching us to dress in blazers and shorts with mismatched colours sprinkled all over them?&lt;br /&gt;Why do some teachers only want to talk about maths, or English or physics, I am sure there are much mroe interesting things they would rather talk about, like how their day has been, and why they are wearing jeans instead of short shorts and knee-high socks.&lt;br /&gt;When analysing written material in English, why do we always assume the writer put meaning into every single word they churn out? I'm sure, just once in a blue moon, they put a word into their writing because it fits in a sentance, or because it is just there. Let's analyse what I just said. I used the word: "Single" before, meaning I am subliminally telling the reader that the words used by writers (which are rather professional words) are single, and not married, which means I am addressing the global issue of professionalism vs. happiness in life. How stupid. I did not mean that, I said single because it means "single". Stupidhead.&lt;br /&gt;Why does our entire school life get summed up by the exams at the end of year 12? Because people are lazy, and cannot be bothered looking back on how we went in previous years, that's why. And also because year 12 is the year before university, and the ENTER score gets you into university. This means they should have scores to transfer to the next level, like a STAY score in year 9, where if you get really high, you can go to a better school for year 10, or if you get low, they send you to Poowong West Primary School for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Schools are also all about promoting individuality, and bringing out the best of each individual person, and meeting their individual needs. They are so much into individuality and the difference of each student, that they call me by my new, and very individual name: 85344413T.&lt;br /&gt;School is ridiculous, in many ways. But I love it. I may die next year, without school. But we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3281295944840693636?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3281295944840693636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3281295944840693636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3281295944840693636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3281295944840693636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/10/schoolface.html' title='Schoolface'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-2288763430078742139</id><published>2007-10-15T09:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:23:04.677+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Fresheriser</title><content type='html'>Argh! I have not blogged in so long! I am sorry for all those who actually have died because I have not blogged. That maybe nobody, or everybody.&lt;br /&gt;It is my last the begining of my last one and a half weeks of school... forever. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I felt like I should at least try and get a blog down on paper for now, to keep my site looking fresh, however rotten it is getting at the moment. And The school bell is going to go in a matter of seconds, so I cannot write more. I will definately try to get back into blogging some more. And commenting on other people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIALDRAMA.COM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there... now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-2288763430078742139?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/2288763430078742139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=2288763430078742139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2288763430078742139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2288763430078742139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/10/fresheriser.html' title='Fresheriser'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3954518520127263765</id><published>2007-09-25T13:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:39:40.127+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><title type='text'>25 Things of Recentness</title><content type='html'>I wish I had something interesting to write about right now, but I do not, and an just in a rambling mood. Yes, lately my posts have not been of much substance, but who cares? Not me. Well, I am currently typing this on a laptop! How very awesome. Why is it awesome? It is awesome because I like pressing the keys of a laptop computer. They are so much quieter than a normal computer's keys, and they feel so much more satisfying to press. So, that is what I am thinking about right now: simply that using this keyboard is so cool. And I actually don't have anything else to write about. Hmm, but I feel so much like writing something. Ok, I know, I shall do another list of 25 things that have happened recently, as, as is mentioned in a previous post, there has been much happening lately, but most of it, for some obscure reason, I don't feel like writing much about, both because I am over it, or because it is so good that I feel like I will not be doing it justice by writing whatever I would end up writing about it. Ok, so here it is: 25 things that have happened recently. In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;a href="http://c-davies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris Davies&lt;/a&gt; got back from America today.&lt;br /&gt;2- I have finished my two VisCom folios, and handed them in.&lt;br /&gt;3- I am currently in holidays, and am very much enjoying that fact.&lt;br /&gt;4- I have only a few days left to put in my preferrences for what uni courses I want to do next year.&lt;br /&gt;5- I have much studying to do over the holidays, which will probably not end up getting done.&lt;br /&gt;6- I have my Indonesian Oral exam on the first day back from school, on Monday, and I am not prepared for it at all!&lt;br /&gt;7- After the holidays, I have ten more days left of school... forever!&lt;br /&gt;8- The SDM is finished, and screened for the first time, as a feature length film, Sunday night at the church. You can find the full SDM at serialdrama.com!&lt;br /&gt;9- I have been building stuff for people recently, and I now am getting sick of the smell of Craft Glue. But it is not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;10- I had practice exams last week. Im missed one of them. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;11- Blob is going good. As always. I think the new people to the game are enjoying it also, and getting into it, however much that is possible. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;12- I began writing Magenta for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;13- I have been neglecting all my blogs somewhat recently.&lt;br /&gt;14- I have been spending much time with &lt;a href="http://laurenpinches.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren Pinches&lt;/a&gt; recently, as well. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;15- My family (mostly my parents) are being rather annoying about me spending all my time doing work for school. Although they have been a bit better a bit more recently.&lt;br /&gt;16- I have been getting quality sleep, too, which is good, apart from a few nights when I have not had very much, like last night. And now I am a little bit tired.&lt;br /&gt;17- We had a really good small group meeting on friday, and I had a lot of fun eating dinner at the Waters' afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;18- I am feeling rather unhealthy, too, as I have not done much excercise for a while. I should do some. Soon. I am on holidays, so it should be possible.&lt;br /&gt;19- I am running out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;20- I am realising that I know there is plenty more I can say, but it is all just not coming straight to me at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;21- I am very excited about the rest if the holidays, even if I am going to feel guilty the whole time for not doing work.&lt;br /&gt;22- Right now, I am in Lauren's house, alone. I let myself in. It is a strange feeling, given that it is not my house an' all, but awesome. Lily and Tess are keeping me company. Don't know who they are? You should find out.&lt;br /&gt;23- I have been watching much 'That 70's Show' in the last few days. It is a very cool show, you should all watch it.&lt;br /&gt;24- I read a Fred Basset the other day. It is not very cool. You should not read it. In fact, if youn see it, burn it and bury the ashes and flag the spot you buried it so that you can avoid that place in the future. Actually, it is not that bad. Or is it? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;25- I need to go to the toilet right now, so I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairly sure the quality of those points went downhill towards the end, but oh well, I don't care, I just like typing with this keyboard. It doesn't matter what I say. That is all, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly pointless and rambling post is now over.&lt;br /&gt;Finish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3954518520127263765?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3954518520127263765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3954518520127263765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3954518520127263765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3954518520127263765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/09/25-things-of-recentness.html' title='25 Things of Recentness'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-7151917276293987922</id><published>2007-09-21T10:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:51:22.200+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>BlogWall</title><content type='html'>Well, besides the fact that I've had two intense weeks of VisCom folios and practice exams and all that jazz, I still havn't found the time to blog much, recently, which I normally would have been able to squeeze in at some point or other. And I think the reality of it is: I have hit a blog wall.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, or why it is, but for some reaosn, recently, my drive for posting on this blog all the time has somewhat slipped away form me. I know, like all things, it'll come back, but I realised just then that I have nothing to write about. (That is a lie, I have plenty to write about, but I just don't feel like blogging about any of the awesome things that are happeneing at the moment.) Much like what Ben Chong discussed in his &lt;a href="http://my-everest.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about the 07 RoadTrip, how there was so much that was good, that he couldn't think of a way to write about it all. I am feeling rather like that, but not about one thing in life, but about everything. There is so much I could blog about, but I just have not been in the mood recently. Ok, well, I will definately do ltos of posts over these holidays, because I have so much free time. Yet I do have heaps of stuff to do over these holidays, as well, and I know that even though I have plenty of time, I will never get around to doing everything that I had intended to do. Such is the nature of holidays. Oh well, I shall put everything in order of priority, and try and work through everything I want to do, without getting distracted by the evil procrastination distratons, e.g. T.V., Minesweeper and doing nothingness. Ha, I actually don;t get distracted by Minesweper that much. If I do, itmonly lasts a few minutes before I realise I will never become a champion of it.&lt;br /&gt;On another not related note everybody reading this should venture to &lt;a href="http://serialdrama.com/"&gt;http://serialdrama.com&lt;/a&gt; and watch the Serial Drama Movie. It is the best thing to hit the world since sliced bread. In fact, it is better than, AND part of sliced bread, and sliced bread is rather beige. Yes, rather beige. What a best colour. Now LET'S WENT, and watch SDM!&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am begining to re-write Magenta, one of my favouite novel ideas which I have already written once. Among these favourite ideas are &lt;em&gt;The Fazora Sword&lt;/em&gt; (originated as a bed time story to Sophie and Bradley (my siblings))(Has been written up three times.), &lt;em&gt;Aurora&lt;/em&gt; (A series of novels set on the planet Myria. The story &lt;em&gt;Gammana&lt;/em&gt; is a prequel to the series &lt;em&gt;Aurora&lt;/em&gt;. I have written up (or tried to) start this series over 5 times.), and &lt;em&gt;Magenta&lt;/em&gt; (The one I am writing up for the second time now). This excites me also. Many things are exciting me right now. Maybe I will post about it, one day. Or not. We shall see. Depends whether I can get enough blob $$ to buy a computer buldozer and knock down this BlogWall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-7151917276293987922?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/7151917276293987922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=7151917276293987922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7151917276293987922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7151917276293987922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogwall.html' title='BlogWall'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-7291300289271284055</id><published>2007-09-10T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:10:28.127+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Update 3</title><content type='html'>Just keeping you all updated once again. I have not posted in a long while, and the reaosn behind that is because I have had many things on lately, and havn't had time to blog much. Even my free periods at school, where I normally sit down and blog, have been taken from me by the evilness that is VisCom (Visual Communication and Design), in which I have two huge folios due next week. Argh! It is so much work. That is the main thing I have been doing recently. I have been doping it at school, at home, and almost every other opportunity I get. Annoying. But it will be over soon, and I will be able to return to blogging more regularily.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all, my avid readers, are having a great two weeks to make up for my not so fantastic VisCom two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Finish post.&lt;br /&gt;Post is finished.&lt;br /&gt;Finishing dance.&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-7291300289271284055?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/7291300289271284055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=7291300289271284055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7291300289271284055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7291300289271284055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/09/update-3.html' title='Update 3'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4278052588995517565</id><published>2007-08-31T11:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:55:52.991+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Merlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RtdzClYBrkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NW7WBGyDNIs/s1600-h/merlin+crab.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104675190877564482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RtdzClYBrkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NW7WBGyDNIs/s400/merlin+crab.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;A while ago, I wrote a post on my favourite &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/characters.html"&gt;characters&lt;/a&gt; of all time. I knew I would have forgotten some, but it didn't matter. But then I realised one character that I forgot that is so amazing that it must be mentioned. He even gets his very own post! Wow. His name is Merlin, and he is from the classic Disney movie: &lt;em&gt;The Sword in the Stone&lt;/em&gt;. This movie was one of my favourites all through my childhood, and it was all because Merlin was such a funny and awesome character in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot fully express how smanbastical Merlin is until you watch the movie. He is so infinately fantastic that you might die watching it, though. I may not be telling the truth about the dying part, there, but.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just thought I'd let you all know how awesome Merlin is, in case you didn't know, or simply remind you of it if you already did know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and by the way, the picture at the top of this post is what merlin looks like when he transforms himself into a crab while fighting Madam Mim, who is a very funny character in her own right. I couldn't find a picture of Merlin on a plain background form Google, so I used this one instead. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4278052588995517565?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4278052588995517565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4278052588995517565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4278052588995517565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4278052588995517565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/merlin.html' title='Merlin'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RtdzClYBrkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NW7WBGyDNIs/s72-c/merlin+crab.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-8227815572286268784</id><published>2007-08-27T09:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:34:04.423+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Vetamorfun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to a session at church where we gave information to and answered questions people had about Vetamorphus, who could potentially be wanting to do it next year at Doncaster Church fo Christ. For those reading who do not know what it is, Vetamorphus is a Certificate III VCE VET course in Christian Ministry. I did it last year with six of the most amazing people I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;During this meeting/presentation/information session, I felt the whole time this sick feeling in my stomach. A good sick feeling, though. I felt so sad that we were not doing vetamorphus anymore, and so happy that I had done it, and so blessed that I had built such a strong relationship with the five other people who were involved in it with me. I love friends, and I love all my friends so much, but there is this particular feeling of closeness that I feel with everybody in my Veta group that, whenever I think about, makes me smile on the inside, and on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;I loved Vetamorphus. I loved growing in my faith. I loved learning more about Christianity. I loved doing so much for people through it. I loved having so much fun, Vetamorfun, during it. And I loved getting to love the other six people in it. Ben, Kelly, Lauren, Matt, Meagan, Simon, I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;I strongly encourage everybody who has the opportunity, still, to get involved in it, as it is such a great experience. I miss it so much, and I hope that in the future, near and far, that I can do much with the people that I spent a year doing vetamorphus with. The V Team.&lt;br /&gt;I want Vetamorphus again! Now now now now now.&lt;br /&gt;The V Team is the coolest. One day we will all be superheroes and fly and save the world from all those other, more evil letters. And a movie will be made about us, and it won't be called &lt;em&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/em&gt;, but will be called &lt;em&gt;V for Best&lt;/em&gt;. Or &lt;em&gt;V for Veta&lt;/em&gt;. Either way. You decide which is more suitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-8227815572286268784?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/8227815572286268784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=8227815572286268784' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8227815572286268784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8227815572286268784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/vetamorfun.html' title='Vetamorfun'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4688708957662811852</id><published>2007-08-24T12:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:47:34.320+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Ventface</title><content type='html'>No, I am not going to vent about anything, here. I merely wish to discuss venting and the like.&lt;br /&gt;Last week at small group, the issue of letting people know how we feel about things came up, that is, not holding feelings back, and not venting stuff. Due to confidentiality of small group, I cannot talk about anything that we said, so I will not, but the issue was one I feel that I have different opinions to most about, and I feel like sharing that now. Yes. Sharing. If you ever have a custard cake... share it. Sharing is good.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the point: When people get annoyed at others, or have something they wish to say to them, or somthing that they are holding back from them etc., there are always many issues as to why they should face up to them, and confront people, but also as to why this would be not so good. I have found through experience, and thinking about it myself as well, that I, personally, would 95 times out of 100, prefer whoever had something they could possibly be holding back from me to actually confront me about that stuff. I feel that if sombody feels somthing, they will feel it whether I know they are feeling it or not, so it is better for me to know what it is they are feeling. It is not like by me ignoring thigs, they do not exist. This is a very narrow and somewhat selfsih view, in my opinion, to me, at least. If sombody has a bone to pick with me, a compliment to give me, a concern to express to me, a feeling concerning me to share, or somehting to tell me at all, I would always prefer them to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;So why, then, do I not tell otehr people when I have similar thoughts and feleings that need to be expressed? This is somehting I struggle with. I think that it is because I am not sure whether other people can take that sort of thing as well as, or in the same way as I can. From xperience I have learnt that some people can definately take things the wrong way. Although there are a few people who I feel particularily close to that I know I can tell them anything, tell them off about anything, express my feelings to and slap, metaphorically, (or not) when it is needed, most people I am never sure whether they will take something the wrong way. The dilemma is left, then, of is it appropriote to say certain things at certain times? When and how can I vent to people. Is it importnat to vent to sombody separated form the scenario, if I deem it not right to confront the person just yet? I think the answer to this last question is yes. But there could also be times when that is not appropriote.&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I am being very vauge and broad right now, but I don't care. It is somthing that I have just been struggling with (Not often strongly, just always a little bit, every now and then) for almost my whole life. I thought I could blog about it, though.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually not frusterated or in any of these sorts of situations at the moment, though. I am actually in a state of complete happiness, except for my stupid driving lessons. I don't want to do them. They cost money. I just thought this was an issue that I could share my thoughts about, and possiblky spark some discussion. Yes, discussion. That means commenting. Comment now! But you dont have to if you don't want to. But yes, comment now. Now! BUt no, I am not pressuring at all. You are a porecious reader, and you don't need to comment.  But you can if you want. There, that sounds better. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Bang. I am finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4688708957662811852?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4688708957662811852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4688708957662811852' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4688708957662811852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4688708957662811852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/ventface.html' title='Ventface'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-2863005804997210770</id><published>2007-08-20T09:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:43:46.497+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Stelirian</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted for a whole week. Wow, I have been so lazy recently. And I feel bad if this post if of little interest to others, as it will probably just end up being another post recapping what has gone on in my lfie recently, as at the moment, eveything that is happening all the time is so awesome. Well, this weekend was very smanbastical... wait, I know. I shall say it all in 25 point form. Yessss. That is always relatively fun. This weekend, I have done the following things, and they have made my weekend so very fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Having fun at Youth Group on Friday night, even though where we went wasn't the best of places to go.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Having small group before Youth Group, and just having a conversation about relationships, in general.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Buying fish and chips from the fish and chip shop, and getting chicken salt without even asking for it.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Watching SDM episode 5.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Going shopping on Saturday, and buying many cool things.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Walking around the shops with Lauren, while doing the above.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Administering another installment of Blob.&lt;br /&gt;8 - Having Lauren over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;9 - Going out to Crown to watch a Ray Charles impersonator. He was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;10 - Drinking champagne. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;11 - Going for a walk in the city at night time.&lt;br /&gt;12 - Standing on a bridge over the Yarra, and enjoying the scenery and the company.&lt;br /&gt;13 - Waking up as the light shines into my room (or the room that I was sleeping in), and being able to fall back to sleep, without worrying about rushing out the door for anything.&lt;br /&gt;14 - Scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;15 - Watching &lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/em&gt;. Disney movies are the best. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;16 - Relaxing at home.&lt;br /&gt;17 - Leading at the Garage, and printing our hands onto a big, white canvas.&lt;br /&gt;18 - Church. Listening to half of dad's sermon, singing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;19 - Speaking with friends about nothingness, and some somthingnesses as well, like Blob, SDM, Cb's, etc.&lt;br /&gt;20 - Actually going out with everybody when they went out for food after church.&lt;br /&gt;21 - Having fun at TGI's with friends.&lt;br /&gt;22 - Laughing at Brendan. He is fun to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;23 - Free refills.&lt;br /&gt;24 - Going to bed nice and early.&lt;br /&gt;25 - Remenicing (I am almost 100% sure that is not how you spell it) about how good the weekend was while indulging on chocolate in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these things include Lauren, in some way or other, and that is because I pretty much did spend most of the weekend with her. And I don't care what other people think about how I am spending my time, because I am so happy, and spending quality time with Lauren is making me so happy, and I have so much fun with her. Happy. Happyface. I also spent time with friends over this weekend, and I really love spending time with friends. I want more time with friends. Now. Now now now. It is so stupid that there is not enough time to casually visit friends every day, and the like. I wish nobody was every busy, and we could live in super-fun-happy land and spend all day doing what we feel like doing, and not what we have to do. This time can be found, though, just not now.&lt;br /&gt;And right then, I became very excited about our week (or two) in Phillip Island at the Jolly's Retreat! My goodness, I am so excited. I really want to just be able to relax with friends for ages, like I could at Jolly's last year. I want stupid school to be over so that I can do Jolly's holiday. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about everything right now. I feel like jumping around and hugging people. But actually, I don't, because I am in the library right now. That would be a little bit inappropriote. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I was flying while holding some sort of plastic bag thing with a handle last night. That was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope this post was interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;Because now it is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-2863005804997210770?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/2863005804997210770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=2863005804997210770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2863005804997210770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2863005804997210770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/stelirian.html' title='Stelirian'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3514159937951118889</id><published>2007-08-13T09:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:36:26.694+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Update 2</title><content type='html'>I am the king of original post titles. And isn;t this one the best of them all? Yes, yes it is. It may have been simply "Update", but that has been used as a post title previously.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there are many things which are happening in my life at the moment. I shall share a few of these. First and foremost is school, as per usual. Why is this foremost? Well, that is because I am at it right now, and I guess it is meant to be occupying my mind at the moment, even if it is not. I have much homework and stuff to do for school at the moment, which is annoying, and I also have a large concert on this Thursday. This concert is called the "MHS combined Winter Concert", and it is very exciting. It is our biggest concert of the year, where we hire out Dallas Brooks Theater and put on all of our school's best bands, choirs, etc. And, without sounding arrogant, or anything, the best of MHS music department is damn good. So, that is happening, which will be cool, especially considering it will mean we don't have to practice the same things in our band rehearsals as we have been practicing for the last four or so months. Also, especially considering I am playing a solo for the Lion King medley we are laying as part of our Combined Concert Band's section, in which I play the voice of Scar in "Be Prepared" with my awesome Baritone Saxophone.&lt;br /&gt;That aside, yesterday was my One Month anniversary with the most excellent Lauren Pinches. I don't know why I typed "One Month" with capitals, but I did. And I am glad. Glad that I did. Anyway, that was very cool. To properly mark the anniversary, we stayed up until 4.30am that morning, as it was exactly one month from that time that we started going out. We spent a very awesome morning together, and then saw eachother again at church later that evening/afternoon. What an audacious day it was. What does audacious mean? I don't think it means what I want it to mean. As a present from Lauren yesterday, I got some pictures /photos of friends and her, and a lobster, to stick on my wall, and make it look special, I spent much time last night dancing around my room, sticking them to my door with Blu Tak (Is that how you spell it?) that I stole from my sister's room, while speaking on the phone. It was so exciting. And now my door looks very awesome. Smanbastical, even.&lt;br /&gt;Something I just found out: Double Indo is cancelled this afternoon! Yessss! I get to go home early and not do the SAC we were going to do during that period. Wow, that is awesomeface.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I am feeling rather happy about everything. Everything. I am just in a happy I love everything and everyone mood. Yay! And by "I love everyone", yes, that does mean you as well, yes, whoever is reading this. Even if I don't know who you are. But even more so if I do. My life is going rather good at the moment. For more information abuot this, scroll down and read the post about 25 recent points of awesomeness. But there are some otehr things I would like to be doing, but I simply do not have the time to do them right now. I need a week away from school, right now, to do these things. These are just some of the things I want to do, and soon, but do not have the time:&lt;br /&gt;- Find/ compile/ arrange/ compose Barber Shop music for my BarberShop Quartet, which is yet to have formed, and then practice with them, and get some sort of act together.&lt;br /&gt;- Write more Gammana.&lt;br /&gt;- Write me and Ben Chong's elements story with him.&lt;br /&gt;- Draw various things.&lt;br /&gt;- Write various other things.&lt;br /&gt;- Spend some one-on-one time with friends. (I have been wanting to make an effort to do this for a long time. I am so slack. I will try harder now. Yes.)&lt;br /&gt;- Go on a bike ride, again. I have missed doing this recently.&lt;br /&gt;- Get ahead on school work. (Emphasis on ahead. Keeping up is easy)&lt;br /&gt;- Work out all the other things that I kow I want to do, but can;t think of them right now.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are other things besides those those that I want to/ need to do, but I can make time for those things, and I already have made time for those otern things, to the most part. I just want a little bit of extra time to catch up on all those little things that I just don't get time to do. Where is the end of Year 12? I want it, and I want it now. Now now now now now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will finish this post. It has been a long post, I should think. Maybe you wont feel like reading it all, because it is so long. But why did I say that at the end of the post, and not the start? I don't know. Maybe because I didn't expect it to be so long. That;s the end. Finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I fell through the roof of the church. Literally. Watch this space for a post about that one. Maybe. But don't watch this space. Watch the space above this post, as that is where new posts will appear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3514159937951118889?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3514159937951118889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3514159937951118889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3514159937951118889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3514159937951118889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-2.html' title='Update 2'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-6795985946857835237</id><published>2007-08-09T16:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:05:27.975+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>One fish two fish</title><content type='html'>One Fish&lt;br /&gt;two fish&lt;br /&gt;red fish&lt;br /&gt;blue fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black fish&lt;br /&gt;blue fish&lt;br /&gt;old fish&lt;br /&gt;new fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one has a little star.&lt;br /&gt;This one has a little car.&lt;br /&gt;Say! what a lot&lt;br /&gt;of fish there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Some are red. And some are blue.&lt;br /&gt;Some are old. And some are new.&lt;br /&gt;Some are sad.&lt;br /&gt;And some are glad.&lt;br /&gt;And some are very, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they&lt;br /&gt;sad and glad and bad?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Go ask your dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are thin.&lt;br /&gt;And some are fat.&lt;br /&gt;The fat one has&lt;br /&gt;a yellow hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there to here,&lt;br /&gt;from here to there,&lt;br /&gt;funny things&lt;br /&gt;are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Dr. Seuss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-6795985946857835237?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/6795985946857835237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=6795985946857835237' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6795985946857835237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6795985946857835237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-fish-two-fish.html' title='One fish two fish'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-8006246933890974533</id><published>2007-08-09T10:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:03:48.941+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Very Short Post</title><content type='html'>Wow, how short is this post? I thought I would write a short post, once. And now it is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-8006246933890974533?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/8006246933890974533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=8006246933890974533' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8006246933890974533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8006246933890974533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/very-short-post.html' title='Very Short Post'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3762739678165498914</id><published>2007-08-08T15:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:46:13.734+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Blob</title><content type='html'>For the last four years, approximately, there has been a game in existance, known as Blob. At first, it started out as a pen and paper game I ran for my siblings and friends on a holiday. After that, I ran it as a pen and paper game, using MS paint for my siblings. Following this, I transformed Blob into an online e-mail game. The first online e-mail version of Blob is now referred to as Blob version 3. Version 4 of Blob has just concluded and verison 5 is about to start.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wanted to blog about it because it is a game that has occupied much of my time, and I like very much. I want the whole woprld to know and understand just how grat blob is. Yes, it is that great.&lt;br /&gt;So, what is this blob? Well. I shall give all those uneducated oens out there the run down. Primarily, you own a virtual pet known as a blob. As the owner of this blob, you get to move your blob around a map, pick up items to sustain your hunger, replenish HP and fill your wallet. You also get to find shops, buy items, weapons, and if you work up enough experience, undertake an evolution, by which you get to make subtle choices as to what your blob will grow up to look and be like. And what do you do with your blob? You search the map for other people's blobs, and you fight them! Eventually, one blob in a fight is so much stronger than another, that the loser blob in the fight loses so much HP that they are killed. When one blob is left on the map, that blob is the winner. I don't know whether that description of blob makes sense. I hope it does. If not, you can ask me all you want about this fantastic game!&lt;br /&gt;Now, every time I get the commands for what each blob is to do for that turn, I write them down, and move everybody on the map, and do what was asked of their blob. Then, I send a picture of the blobs back. The picture I send back, in essence, is your blob. A blob picture contains an image of what your blob looks like, items and all, as well as their stats, hunger, health, strength and magic. The picture also contains a small section of the map, so that the blob owner can decide which direction to travel in next. There is also a space for availiable items for purchase, if you are near enough to a shop.&lt;br /&gt;What a great game blob is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096199603321625218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RrlWidR42oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RYzCePj7hxM/s400/blob3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This, here, is the blob picture you get sent for every turn you make. You can see the picture of the blob (Named "Eye's Envy"), and stats, money etc. and the section of the map. This is what a standard blob looked like in Blob version 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096199753645480594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RrlWrNR42pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/S5DeG5RTMwk/s400/blob4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This, here is a certain blob from Blob version 4, named Princess Sparkle. This is the version of blob that has recently concluded, with a blob named Duke as it's winner. The look and stats of this blob have been developed according to the evolution choices made by the blob owner. E.g. thie owner of this blob chose evolutions such as an "Air" evolution, which is mostly why it looks like some form of eagle person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096199946919008930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RrlW2dR42qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JuXUiUoeeIU/s400/blob5ish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a blob will look like in the new version of Blob, known to most as Blob 5. It is very similar to blob 4, although it has an isometric map, and 3-d graphs etc. It looks better, basically, and the owners have more options and things to do. Awesome. Blob is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3762739678165498914?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3762739678165498914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3762739678165498914' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3762739678165498914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3762739678165498914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/blob.html' title='Blob'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RrlWidR42oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RYzCePj7hxM/s72-c/blob3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3216893543461486602</id><published>2007-08-07T12:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:41:46.347+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Tulisan Istimewa</title><content type='html'>Pembaca yth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah mengirim bahwa karena saya bisa berbicara dalam bahasa Indonesia, dan aku mempunyai blog, aku seharusnya menulis tulisan untuk blog itu dalam bahasa ini. Wah! Ide baik, ya? Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Ada banyak yang aku bisa menulis di sini, tetapi aku tidak akan menulis itu karena kebanyakan orang yang akan membaca tulisanku juga tidak bisa mengerti kata-kata ini, sehingga, tidak ada informasi penting dalam blog ini. Aku kira bahwa kalau saya berkata nama seorang yang akan membaca ini, misalnya Ben, Emily atau Kyla (dll.) dia mungkin mau tahu apakah yang ditulis oleh penulis tulisan ini.&lt;br /&gt;Ada nama lain yang saya juga bisa mengunakan, yaitu nama seperti Lauren. Lucu, ya, karena orang-orang yang disebut tidak tahu apakah yang ditulis tentang mereka. Lucu, atau tidak lucu? Aku kurang pasti.&lt;br /&gt;Aku seharusnya tidak terus dengan ini, karena aku tahu bahwa ada banyak orang yang tidak bisa membaca ini. Maaf tentang post ini. Mungkin kamu kira bahwa ini nggak baik? Aku nggak tahu. Aku kira bahwa ini menarik sekali, karena ini dalam bahasa yang tidak bahasa Inggris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hormat Saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3216893543461486602?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3216893543461486602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3216893543461486602' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3216893543461486602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3216893543461486602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/tulisan-istimewa.html' title='Tulisan Istimewa'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3212082961517619331</id><published>2007-08-06T09:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:40:18.211+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><title type='text'>25 Recent Points of Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have been pretty much the greatest weeks ever. I am so happy and energised and everything right now. Life is awesome. And to share this awesomeness with the blog world, I have decided to list 25 reasons why the last 3-4 weeks have been the greatest ever. Ready? Yes. Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Blob (Version 4) administering. Has been very fun.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Creating Blob Version 5.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Starting to set up people and their blobs for Blob Version 5.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Being able to blog, and have fun while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Filming SDM.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Watching SDM on the internet. (serialdrama.com - go there. Now.)&lt;br /&gt;7 - Spending time with friends - always good.&lt;br /&gt;8 - Asking out a most amazing girl.&lt;br /&gt;9 - Spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;10 - Having many days off early from school.&lt;br /&gt;11 - Having my Year 12 Formal.&lt;br /&gt;12 - Turning 18.&lt;br /&gt;13 - 18th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;14 - Playing Bop It. (Don't know what it is? Come to my house. Now. I will educate you.)&lt;br /&gt;15 - Beating my P.B. on my regular running track.&lt;br /&gt;16 - Eating burnt pizza. Awesome. But really. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;17 - Pasing my Hazard Perception Test.&lt;br /&gt;18 - Going to a Casino for the first time. And losing a grand total of $8.&lt;br /&gt;19 - Reading the last Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;20 - Listening to Dream Theater. Yes. Very awesome. (Don't know who they are? Come to my house. Now. I will educate you.)&lt;br /&gt;21 - Having not much homework that I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;22 - Drawing various pictures.&lt;br /&gt;23 - Having some quality chats with friends that I  wouldn't expect it from.&lt;br /&gt;24 - Thinking about how awesome the last few weeks have been.&lt;br /&gt;25 - Knowing that there are plenty more things I could write here, but don't have enough room, and cannot go over my 25 point limit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3212082961517619331?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3212082961517619331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3212082961517619331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3212082961517619331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3212082961517619331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/25-recent-points-of-awesomeness.html' title='25 Recent Points of Awesomeness'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-8625117820934829815</id><published>2007-08-03T11:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:00:31.353+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Improvisation</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to write a blog about. So I am starting this post without any idea of where it is going to go. I am making up these words as I go. Like improvising, but blog style.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of improvising, I am goign to go and watch our school's house Theater Sports this afternoon, but am not involved in them, unfortunately. Theater Sports are the funnest. Theaters are good. Especially Dream Theaters. There is this one band, called Dream Theater. They are the best band ever. If you have not listened to them, before, go. Now! And listen. Or find somebody who has some of their stuff, and then listen. Either way is good. Good. Should. Could. Cod. Fish.&lt;br /&gt;Fish is nice when it is cooked well. Sometimes fish is not very nice to eat, but sometimes it is very nice to eat. I do not like fish that has bones in it, so that you have to eat it carefully, and with samll bites and whatever. That is annoying. Annoyinghead. Annoyingface. Face. Mace. Lace. Trace. Grace. Gram. Gamma. Gammana.&lt;br /&gt;If you want something interesting to read, go to &lt;a href="http://gammana.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gammana.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. I have been writing this, but am getting sliughtly slack. More interest would mean more faster writing. Maybe. I am not sure. I have been meaning to do a lot of things recently, during my spare time and what not, mostly for my own satisfaction and what not, but I juist have not been ablke to get around to all these things, which annoys me. I really want some holidays, where I can set time aside to do all the things I have wanted to be doing for a long time. E.g. sit down and have a real hard crack at finishing off this story that I am writing. (And many other things).&lt;br /&gt;I hate how homework takes up so much time, even though I spend hardly any time doing it. It just makes me feel like doing nothing. Yes, nothing. Meaning I don't even do homework. Argh! Frusterating. I know I should od somewthing abouit this, but it is so hard to find the motivation, when there are so many other things I could be doing that are far more interesting and fun. Like blob. If you don't know what blob is, then find out. I will post on it one day, and about what benefits it has had for me and what not. But I don;t want anybody to feel like they are left out if I post about it, because it is something that involves some of my blog readers, and not others. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;The previous post I wrote was a poem, yes? Yes. That was an awesome poem. It has much hidden meaning. I like hidden meaning in poems, It is fun. Jun. Jon. Jono.&lt;br /&gt;I am Jono.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Blob!&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&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/37050025-8625117820934829815?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/8625117820934829815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=8625117820934829815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8625117820934829815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8625117820934829815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/improvisation.html' title='Improvisation'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-2983553189742852659</id><published>2007-08-01T11:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:34:40.296+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><title type='text'>Such a Brilliant Hat</title><content type='html'>I was a little bush xark, and very little was me.&lt;br /&gt;Little enough to be afraid of even a simple bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on a stormy night, or even in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Very cold leaves, were falling onto the awning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastically, I bounced and rolled around in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Yawning, also, because I was so tired, and so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my!" I said. "Would you look at that!"&lt;br /&gt;"Under that tree trunk, a beautiful hat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my back, I rolled over to the item that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;A magnificent hat it was! A hat that many would adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under that nice and splendid hat, which sat atop my head,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing, indeed, I was! Even though I should have been in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies, baddies, and goblins appeared in the cold night.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I was happy, and did not feel a fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more came, yet I remained quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;Light seemed surround me, and all was very bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a nice hat!" I said, while storing it in my pack, which in comparison, was lighter.&lt;br /&gt;"A very nice hat, indeed! This hat really does make the world seem brighter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawning again, I realised how much I loved this hat in my pack.&lt;br /&gt;So very much, that brilliant hat. All the way to Neptune and back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-2983553189742852659?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/2983553189742852659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=2983553189742852659' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2983553189742852659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2983553189742852659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/08/such-brilliant-hat.html' title='Such a Brilliant Hat'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4219109220778730914</id><published>2007-07-30T09:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:34:04.788+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Mega Weekend</title><content type='html'>I am sick, tired and unmotivated. But I am a member of the Crown Club now, so all is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, life as an 18 year old has been most excellent, and the weekend in which I turned 18 was a very mega weekend and was full of many exciting things. I have already written a post about being 18 (check below), so this one will not be about that, but rather, be about this weekend that I had.&lt;br /&gt;It started with leaving school early on Friday, to get home and get changed and get ready to go to my year 12 formal. It took me approximaterly 3 hours to get ready, at my own pace, when it took my formal date, the magnificent Lauren, only 10 minutes. Shuld I feel ashamed of this? No, no I should not. Anyway, the formal was awesome. I loved being able to just have a good time and do stuff and see friends and stuff. I really enjoyed it, and felt very relaxed and what not there. It was interesting being at a school event like that where all my closest friends from school were actually not there, meaning I knew everybody, but didn't feel like I had to hang around anybody for any sort of extended period of time. 'Twas a great night, and at the stroke of 12, I got to turn 18 alongside Lauren, which was very cool. Following this, and within half an hour of turning 18, I became a member of the Crown Club, and somehow lost $5 before I even sat down at the slot machines. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I then had a little bit of sleep. And woke up for a great morning of reading Harry Potter and blogging about being 18 and what not. Following this, I had a party for my 18th birthday. Yess. 'Twas also very exciting. It was definately quite bizarre being at a party where everybody knew me, and I knew everybody. I had fun, and I hoep everybody else had fun as well. What was especially great was the fact that the few friends from school and other various people that I invited got along really well with my friends from church, which was exciting. One of them even told me he would like see them again, if there was an opportunity. Awesome. Was great being able to just walk around everyone, and talk to everyone, and stuff.  Besides those from people that I had seen beforehand/invited beforehand/woke up in the same house as that morning, I didn't open any presents on the night, as I didn't want to, so the next morning, I opened everything without people watching, and now I have to somehow thank everybody for everything they got me. Wow, that was a long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comprised of lazing about, spending time with friends, leading Garage then going to church later. All in all, it was not a weekend completely packed of stuff, but was rather, a weekend of much awesomeness. So far, life as an 18 year old has been smanbastical.&lt;br /&gt;Although now I am feeling not too well. Hmmm. It doesn't matter. This week should be filled with awesomeness as well. Will blog about it when it is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4219109220778730914?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4219109220778730914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4219109220778730914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4219109220778730914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4219109220778730914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/mega-weekend.html' title='Mega Weekend'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4268719977903172528</id><published>2007-07-28T10:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:03:31.821+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RqqUa9R42nI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bXHarXsMYxI/s1600-h/gandalfold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092045519542868594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RqqUa9R42nI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bXHarXsMYxI/s400/gandalfold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, this man is not 18. But I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on this planet for a little over 18 years, if you count womb time. Today, I turned 18, and will never, in my life, be a child again. I don't feel any different, so it is strange to think that I am regarded as such a different person by the legal world, now.&lt;br /&gt;Today, so far, has been the best birthday ever. It is only 10.30am, but I can already say this. It started off at my year 12 Formal, which finished at 11.30, but I stayed until 12 so that I could turn 18 with my beautiful girlfriend, Lauren. Then, I went with my parents and Debbie and Warren Winkler and Lauren, to Crown Casino, and I learnt how best to get rid of money. Now I need to learn how best to get it. That was fun, and being asked for ID was also very exciting. Especially watching the guy's face when he had to double check my ID card, and then check his watch before letting me in. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I went home, and had a good 6.5 hours sleep, and then woke up to my family, and got presents form the etc. Normally, I would be excited about getting presents, and look forward to them, but recently I have become less excited, and this year, I truly felt like I didn't need anything else to satisfy me at all. I have everything I could need, especially materially, so I didn't and don't feel like I need presents to make my day good at all. This simply means that when I did get stuff, I felt the love that was in them, and was so thankful for everything. But what have I got so far? Well, I got many shirts. Awesome. Some shorts. Very awesome. The last Harry Potter book. Yes, that is what I will spend the rest of my birthday doing. Maybe. I got my Certificate III in Christian Ministry from Vetamorphus given to me in a frame. I got P plates. And I got a life size replica of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narsil"&gt;Narsil&lt;/a&gt;, but I knew about this one, and actually bought it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, best presents ever. Also, I have got many messages from people wishing me a haopoy birthday, which is cool. Especially when they wake you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am 18. I can now vote for Sir Ian McKellan as Prime Minister for Australia, if he ever runs for it. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4268719977903172528?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4268719977903172528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4268719977903172528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4268719977903172528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4268719977903172528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RqqUa9R42nI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bXHarXsMYxI/s72-c/gandalfold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-209931990014529717</id><published>2007-07-25T18:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T18:35:22.122+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Google Failing to Meet Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RqcJsNR42mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/m1aAPs3hlDU/s1600-h/googlesearch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091048558849219170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RqcJsNR42mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/m1aAPs3hlDU/s400/googlesearch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a dissapointment. Google really is not all it's cracked up to be. It didn't even have the decency to give my question a response. A simple "no" would have sufficed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-209931990014529717?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/209931990014529717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=209931990014529717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/209931990014529717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/209931990014529717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/google-failing-to-meet-expectations.html' title='Google Failing to Meet Expectations'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RqcJsNR42mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/m1aAPs3hlDU/s72-c/googlesearch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3150543479500099643</id><published>2007-07-23T09:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:35:49.977+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>25 Things I have not done</title><content type='html'>I am turning 18 next saturday. That makes me an adult, and it made me wonder about all the things I have not done as a child, that I possibly could have done. Some of which I am glad I havn't done, some I regret not doing. I'll leave it up to you to decide which ones are which. So, I shall begin: I have never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Dived from &gt;5 meter diving board.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Purchased a movie ticket on my own.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Been Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Used a fake ID.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Learnt anything in Latin.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Slapped anyone with a fish.&lt;br /&gt;8 - Slapped anyone with a wet fish.&lt;br /&gt;9 - Eaten Lobster.&lt;br /&gt;10 - Got Jet Lag.&lt;br /&gt;11 - Slept in until 11:30 or later.&lt;br /&gt;12 - Swam with any sort of large shark.&lt;br /&gt;13 - Been able to open my eyes underwater.&lt;br /&gt;14 - Been parachuting/hang-gliding/sky diving, etc.&lt;br /&gt;15 - Been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;16 - Been to America.&lt;br /&gt;17 - Been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;18 - Seen Santa.&lt;br /&gt;19 - Shot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;20 - Hated somebody for something they've done.&lt;br /&gt;21 - Watched the second half of &lt;em&gt;Start Wars: The Empire Strikes Back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 - Been on a horse.&lt;br /&gt;23 - Had a girlfriend... for longer than one month.&lt;br /&gt;24 - Broken up.&lt;br /&gt;25 - Been dissapointed with who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, there are plenty of other things that I have not done, but the number 25 is so nice, and I don't want to exceed that number. Lists with 25 items are the best. While writing this, I realised that it would have been a lot easier to write about 25 things that I HAVE done before I was 18, but I have previously written &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/25-things-that-ive-done.html"&gt;another post&lt;/a&gt; that was similar to this one. Maybe, one day soon, I will write another list of 25 things that I have done, that is different to that first one. But not today. And not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3150543479500099643?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3150543479500099643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3150543479500099643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3150543479500099643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3150543479500099643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/25-things-i-have-not-done.html' title='25 Things I have not done'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-8980532012743068978</id><published>2007-07-18T11:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:07:53.497+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lauren</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a very special person called &lt;a href="http://laurenpinches.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;. Seemingly unrelatedly, I thought, as people do when writing blogs. And after this thought, I realised that blogs are good for a few things, one, just writing down feelings and thoughts, two, amusing people who read them and three, informing people who read them about stuff, that maybe they would otherwise not know. True? Yes. That is why I thank that it may be appropriate to share some of what happened as mentioned in a previous post named "Holiday Aftermath", during my period of elongated lack of sleep spanning from wednesday morning through to thursday night. Well, basically, there was this girl who I had my eye on for a little while. Yes, my eye was actually no longer in it's socket, but stuck in her hair. So I had to go and get it out. And while I was getting it out, I realised that I also liked this person. So I managed to eventually ask her out one morning. Very early in that morning. And now, for the first time in my life, I am not single. And it is awesome. I am so glad that I am now in this relationship, and am so happy. Smanbastical. Yes. And also, that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a word. Look it up. On Google. Actually, if you havn't heard that word used before, then you... should learn what it means. Now!&lt;br /&gt;So, I really have no idea what I ever intended to write about by naming this post "Lauren", which, mind you, is a very unrelated name to what I have discussed above. Oh no, wait, it may not be. I am now fairly sure that it is related. Strongly related, possibly. Definately. But anyway, yes, I don't know what I was going to write about. I guess all I wanted to do was share this fact/event of my life to the world of bloggers, or the few bloggers that do, indeed, read what I ramble on about on this site. Most of which already know. Stupidheads. Also, because it is a significant occurance, and my blog deserves to have stuff in it about significant things in my life, given that it is a blog mostly about me. And occasionally about other people. Like Batman. Actually, I am also fairly sure I have never, before now, mentioned Batman on this blog site. Now I have. Batman! Yay! That is all for about now, I think. Yes. All. Schmall. Stall. Book Stall. Book Store. I want to buy a book store. Then sell it for 50c more than what I bought it for. Yesss! Good idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-8980532012743068978?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/8980532012743068978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=8980532012743068978' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8980532012743068978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8980532012743068978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/lauren.html' title='Lauren'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-1543050824978538101</id><published>2007-07-17T21:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:08:11.381+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>SDM</title><content type='html'>SDM has finally arrived, yes. For all those who don't know what it is, you should find out! Right now! Now now now now now now now now now.&lt;br /&gt;But first, I will tell you what it is. Basically, it is a serial drama, much like the sort of serial drama we would perform at McCrae Beach Mission, but it is not at beach mission, not in summer, and it is a movie! So each episode is like anotehr installment of the serial drama. SDM = Serial Drama Movie. Yes. Awesome. Follow link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://serialdrama.com/"&gt;Serial Drama Movie!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link = &lt;u&gt;serialdrama.com&lt;/u&gt; save it as  one ofyour favourites now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-1543050824978538101?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/1543050824978538101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=1543050824978538101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/1543050824978538101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/1543050824978538101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/sdm.html' title='SDM'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-7802198917260530958</id><published>2007-07-16T09:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:20:36.689+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Holiday Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Well, so concludes the school holidays. I am now sitting at school, school uniform on, loud noises all around, typing this post. Period one of day one has just began, and this is the official first thing that I am doing for term three, 2007. Exciting, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I may recap what happened over the holidays, as I have not posted much over them, and there is a fair amount of what I could say. Most of this blog's readers already know about much of the stuff that ahs happened, because they have been involved in it in some way or another, but I shall still share stuff, so that there is somthig to read, and I feel like I have made use of my first period today, giving me a reason to have got up for it this morning. If you want to know what happened during the firts week of the holidays, scroll down a little bit, and you will find a post named: "Home Home Home" Which pretty much summs that up. The second week was very different, and full of lots of stuff. To kick the week off, I had church on Sunday, which included technical set up/pack up/mixing and managing throughout the service. Following this, I had much preparation to do for SDM, which was something I am doing through Beach Mission which is very cool. On tuesday, I had a friend over, and a driving lesson. Wednesday was filming all day for SDM (Serial Drama Movie -http://www.serialdrama.com/) and Uno all night. Thursday included trying to sleep all morning, filming again all day, cleaning up from the mess caused by filming, then relaxing, finally, at night. Friday, again, was filled with having somebody over. Saturday was procrastination and some working for school, went out at night. Sunday was church and more of the saturday stuff. This may not sound like much, but for me it is a lot. Busy week.&lt;br /&gt;Although, even though it was a busy week, and I know that I require time to myself and what not, I found myself enjoying this week far more than I enjoyed the week before, and I really discovered again how much it is I love spending time with friends, doing things and getting them done, as well as still having a little time on the side for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that it is back into school, I really would rather the holidays were still here. They are awesome and I want more. I have a small feeling I have just rambled on about nothing for this post. Oh well, at least I have another post. Yay! Post! That feels refreshing, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things happened during not sleeping on thursday and watching movies that I still need to psot about, but not just now. E.g. what transformer would I be/what would I transform into? Hmmm. Will think about it. And also, to anybody who does go and watch transformers, you should watch it twice. There is so much more you get the second time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-7802198917260530958?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/7802198917260530958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=7802198917260530958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7802198917260530958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7802198917260530958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/holiday-aftermath.html' title='Holiday Aftermath'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-5243621544031376499</id><published>2007-07-09T10:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:31:09.898+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><title type='text'>Post #50</title><content type='html'>Well, I never thought I would reach this point, but yes, I have. This is officially my fiftyth post, here, on &lt;em&gt;Jono's Exemplary Notepad of Significant Importance&lt;/em&gt;. Me and my blog father, &lt;a href="http://my-everest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ben Chong&lt;/a&gt;, decided that we would write a bloggaversary post when we reach our one year of blogging mark, where we will give posts awards and the like, so I will save all that for then, but in this post, I want to simply look back on the posts that have been done to this point, and comment on them. Yay! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;It is funny, when I first constructed this site, I had no intention of continuing it after the first one post. Then I thought I'd do a second just for kicks, because I had an idea. The fourth post was just there to make Ben laugh. The fifth post was there because Ben said he though the other ones were funny, and weird. Haha, Ben was so influential in my blog career starting! The sixth post I only included so that I could upload pictures for &lt;a href="http://gammana.blogspot.com/"&gt;another blog site &lt;/a&gt;that I had created. After that, I decided to actually run this blog as a propor blog, and look at how it has turned out now! Wow. It is the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;I have also found it interesting to note how the nature of my posts have changed over the first 50. I will comment on this while listing all the posts I have written so far, to date. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - First Entry&lt;br /&gt;2 - 1 = 2&lt;br /&gt;3 - The Destruction of Words&lt;br /&gt;4 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-not-eat-that-orange.html"&gt;Do Not Eat that orange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - The Nature of Fact&lt;br /&gt;6 - Read it NOW!&lt;br /&gt;7 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/02/australia-means-to-me.html"&gt;Australia means to me...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - 25 ways to annoy canteen ladies&lt;br /&gt;9 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-synesthesia.html"&gt;My Synesthesia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/02/theyre-taking-hobbits-to-isengard.html"&gt;They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - 25 things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;12 - The Jabberwock&lt;br /&gt;13 - 25 fun things to do on a train&lt;br /&gt;14 - A couple of paragraphs...&lt;br /&gt;15 - Dear Cupholder...&lt;br /&gt;16 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/air.html"&gt;Air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/asterix.html"&gt;Asterix...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - Re-Lenting&lt;br /&gt;19 - Photography&lt;br /&gt;20 -25 reasons myspace is stupid&lt;br /&gt;21 - Characters&lt;br /&gt;22 - Good / Bad&lt;br /&gt;23 - How well do you know Jono?&lt;br /&gt;24 - MSN&lt;br /&gt;25 - Books&lt;br /&gt;26 - Happyhat&lt;br /&gt;27 - Dilemma&lt;br /&gt;28 - Conundrum&lt;br /&gt;29 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/wikipedia-race.html"&gt;Wikipedia Race&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 - ps&lt;br /&gt;31 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/25-things-i-love-doing.html"&gt;25 things I love doing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 - Bats, Bats, Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;33 - Dr Zaius&lt;br /&gt;34 - Update&lt;br /&gt;35 - Quote of the Month&lt;br /&gt;36 - Minesweeper Mastery&lt;br /&gt;37 - Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;38 - 25 things I like about SYG&lt;br /&gt;39 - SYG aftermath&lt;br /&gt;40 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/annoyed.html"&gt;Annoyed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 - Failing Minesweeper&lt;br /&gt;42 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/infp.html"&gt;INFP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 - &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/alfragooglewak.html"&gt;Alfragooglewak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 - Dear Readers...&lt;br /&gt;45 - Nothing Time&lt;br /&gt;46 - Diamond&lt;br /&gt;47 - Movies&lt;br /&gt;48 - Mineswept&lt;br /&gt;49 - Home Home Home&lt;br /&gt;50 - Post #50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTES ON POSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, first thign I noticed was how my posts have changed from being stupid and random all the time, near the beginning, to being actual blog-like posts that somewhat resemble more serious things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you notice the Minesweeper Saga? It managed to take up a whole of three posts! ha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was also quite proud of all of my '25' lists. The first one I did, I couldn't make any more than 25, and the seocnd one I made, I thought i would be cool to have the same number. It grew form there, and several bloggers have used a list of 25 on their blogs. I was the original. Awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you look at my archives, there were two posts in November, and none in December 2006. This was because I set up the site, posted a few times, then decided not to continue with it. Ha! That plan didn't go through.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's probably more I could say, but can't be bothered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the posts that have links coming from them are ones listed as 'Jono's Favourites'. These ones are the greatest of all my blogs that I am proud of. Some started out asd favourites, and some earned it after many comments etc. If you havn't read any of these posts, these are the ones you should read. They're awesome. There are otehr ones that should qualify for this list, but I just never labeled those ones with the 'Jono's Favourites' label.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that wraps up the 50th post on Jono's Exemplary Notepad of Significant Importance. I hope you all have enjoyed it so far, I know I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-xox- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-5243621544031376499?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/5243621544031376499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=5243621544031376499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/5243621544031376499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/5243621544031376499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-50.html' title='Post #50'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3176534716782976770</id><published>2007-07-07T09:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:02:28.790+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Home Home Home</title><content type='html'>I love my house. My home. If I don't get enough time at home I begin to get agitated and frusterated. This is the same if I don't get enough time to myself. I have been looking forward to these school holidays as they give me a change to catch up on some solid home time, and some solid me-time. But I have now completed a whole week of it, and I am starting to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;In about 4 days, I think, I have not left my house for any reason other than taking the dog out for a bit. I have not achieved anything great, while sitting here, in my home, but have just done nothing. I needed this time, yes, but now it is over. I need to actually do the many things I am meant to do, now. But I did leanrn a few things in this me time. I will share with all what it is that I learnt:&lt;br /&gt;1 - When the temperature is too warm, I feel uncomfortable, unclean and unmotivatd. Maybe that's why I manage to wear shorts a lot of the time, because everything is always too hot.&lt;br /&gt;2 - I get much satisfaction outm of actually doing things, and acheiving them.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Sleeping in, while good to an extent, is not something I could ever be proud of, or enjoy doing very much.&lt;br /&gt;4 - I love spending time with people.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Lots of time does not mean lots of progress. Rushed and chaotic time means lots of progress.&lt;br /&gt;6 - I don't want holidays to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, some of these things may conflict, but I don't care. This is what I have learnt from this whole week at home. I am now ready for a whole week of doing stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3176534716782976770?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3176534716782976770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3176534716782976770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3176534716782976770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3176534716782976770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/home-home-home.html' title='Home Home Home'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-7170877215582233544</id><published>2007-07-05T15:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:15:49.751+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Mineswept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rox9l9GNCgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tE26HvANzck/s1600-h/winner2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083576170403662338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rox9l9GNCgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tE26HvANzck/s400/winner2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have finally done it. Minesweper has been defeated by the almighty me. Haha! I am the winner. Now, all I have to focus my eforts on is doing the same thing, but faster. I may be slow at the moment, but that was because I was being incredably careful, making sure I actually finished the whole thing. It indeed feels so good to see that little yellow face with sunglasses on, after so much work. I am so happy. I will go off into the world and rejoice now. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may be the end of my Minesweeper blog saga, unless I manage to get any sort of ridiculous fast time is is worthy of being blogged about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-7170877215582233544?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/7170877215582233544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=7170877215582233544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7170877215582233544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7170877215582233544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/07/mineswept.html' title='Mineswept'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rox9l9GNCgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tE26HvANzck/s72-c/winner2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4352812121586759226</id><published>2007-06-26T12:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:04:57.107+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Well, I suddenly felt the need to share some of my favourite movies here. What a good idea. It may be of some sort of interest to people, somehow. Anyway, I probably have forgotten some, but that doesn't matter. The following movies are in &lt;em&gt;no particular order&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/em&gt; -Frank Darabont 1994&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ocean's Eleven&lt;/em&gt; - Steven Soderburgh 2001&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; - Peter Jackson 2001&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lion King&lt;/em&gt; - Walt Disney Pictures 1994&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sword in the Stone&lt;/em&gt; - Walt Disney Pictures 1963&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/em&gt; - William Goldman 1987&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anchorman&lt;/em&gt; - Will Ferrel, Adam McKay 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There. Wow, aren't these the best movies you've ever heard of/seen? If you havn't seen any of them, go, right now, and watch. They are honestly the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Did you notice how many fo the started with "The". It is so stupid and unoriginal. More movies should start their title with something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. If there are any others that you think I have forgotten, that are clearly in the list of the best movies ever, make sure you remind me, and I will add them to the list, providing I agree with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4352812121586759226?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4352812121586759226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4352812121586759226' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4352812121586759226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4352812121586759226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-2058559743533703879</id><published>2007-06-26T12:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:55:09.936+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Diamond</title><content type='html'>I am a lover of analogies. I make them constantly, and I use them lots. Many people will know how much I like giving everything an analogy. Well, I was on the phone the other day, and I came up with a particular analogy that I have since used again, and I think is fairly cool. I alos think people can take a lot form this one, as it applies to almost anything, and is something that I've sturggled with, being a perfectionist and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the analogy is about perfection, and how quality is not found in perfection, but is found, in fact, in the flaws. Something that is perfect, is not perfect at all, as it lacks all the qualities that make something good.&lt;br /&gt;The analogy I used was of diamonds. A diamond is simply lots of compressed Carbon. (And for those who understand a little bit less, that is, compressed graphite, or the stuff used in grey lead pencils.) And we all know how valuable diamonds are, yes? Yes. Well, because diamonds are also the hardest solid thing around, they function very well as tools and what not, like drills and stuff. At the same time, it is very easy to manufacture diamond, as it is simply compressed carbon. So many high quality tools are made form artificial diamond, and the diamond used is not really very valuable at all. Then we look at the diamonds used in jewelery, which are natrual, and are filled with cracks, dirt and imperfections, hence, coupled with the way they are carved, the reason that they shine. These diamonds are worth much, much more. For a diamond to be filled with natrual imperfections, that diamond cannot possibly be man-made, and is rare and expensive.&lt;br /&gt;So, from this, we can see that the invaluable imperfections of a diamond are what make it valuable. Basically, what I'm tryign to say is that if somthing is not perfect, if you are not perfect, then there is nothing wrong with that. In fact, you are who you are because of your imperfections. If everybody was perfect, then what would the world be? Bad bad bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindrome, from the awesome movie: "The Incredibles" wants to be "super", like many of the superheroes of the time, but is not, and feels inadequate. He is quoted as saying that he wants to supply goods to the world that make everybody a superhero, and says that "When everybody is super, nobody will be." And this is so true. If everybody was perfect, who would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is perfect. And don't think that anything ever should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xox-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-2058559743533703879?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/2058559743533703879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=2058559743533703879' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2058559743533703879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2058559743533703879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/diamond.html' title='Diamond'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-658379807532511500</id><published>2007-06-25T09:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:27:42.658+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Nothing Time</title><content type='html'>The other day, more specifically Sunday morning, I did something, or had a moment that I had not had for a long, long time. Basically, for a small period of about three hours, I experienced the sort of feeling that you get waking up on the first day of the summer holidays at the end of the year in primary school. Yes, you should all know that feeling. You generally have nothing to worry about, all the time in the world, and you could just do exactly what you wanted to do. Actually, this moment wasn't quite like that, but I at least felt like I was relived of everything for a small three hours, and I could just lie there, in my bed, and think about stuff. Everything/nothing.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I did for those hours was look up above my bed at a new piece of artwork that I hung on the wall a few days earlier. It made me feel happy, for some unknown reason, and I thought about how good it was, when I was younger and had no issues hanging over my head all the time, to be able to just sit, and spend time making art and drawing and the like. I used to do it all the time, and I would produce what I (and, I am fairly sure, a considerable number of others) thought was some fantastic stuff. But I just don't do this sort of thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I used to get fired up, passionate and so immensely excited about spending a day, sitting outside, on the grass, or in my tree house, or anywhere, just drawing, and spending time with myself. Why don't I ever do this anymore?&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be able to spend some time living in the present again, and possibly go and just draw again, like I remember I used to love doing. I want all my issues, the ones that prevent me from feeling like I can spend carefree time doing what I feel like, to just float away, even for just one day, and for time to stop.&lt;br /&gt;To be able to just be, and forget about the rest of the world for a moment is the greatest. I am hoping I can at least have some similar time to this over the holidays which are coming up next week, but I know it will be immensely hard, as I have just to many things to think about. And when I have things on my mind, they stay there, and my brain talks through them to no avail for hours on end, causing me to not often concentrate on everything else I am doing. This only adds to my lack of concentration that is making it very hard to do a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is some time alone. Not necessartily on my own, but away from all the dilemmas and problems of life. Some time away from thinking, for a change. Some enjoyment time. Some drawing time. Some nothing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-658379807532511500?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/658379807532511500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=658379807532511500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/658379807532511500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/658379807532511500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing-time.html' title='Nothing Time'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3580545898529281409</id><published>2007-06-22T11:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:55:26.755+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Dear Readers...</title><content type='html'>Once again, I am sitting by the computer during one of my free periods at school, and am starting a blog entry, without knowing at all what it is I am going to end up writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I will write a letter to all the people that actually read the stuff on this blog site. Normally, although I write with the knowledge that people will read my site, and with also the expectation that they will, I generally don't write TO the readers, and I write for my own benefit or entertainment. A few posts don't follow this general rule, but generally, yes, they do. So, this is a post directed right at all those faithful readers, and those unfaithful ones. A letter for you. But now I'm not sure what to write. I will think of something... Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! I thought of something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would just like to say that if you are reading this post, and it is new, just check to see if you have missed another new post that I may have posted recently. I have noticed that if I post two posts on this site fairly closely together, people who have not been here for a while tend to just read the most recent post, and not realise that there are, indeed, older posts as well, that they have not seen. I just thought I'd mention that, because I am always reluctant to post a new post, if I have recently published one, for fear that the otehr one will not be read, or looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I have many things on my mind, e.g. issues and dilemmas that I cannot overcome, and that I don't exactly feel comfortable expanding upon over the internet. And when I say cannot overcome, I actually mean I can overcome them, but not with ease. This sort of thing happens to me occasionally, and everything all happens at once, and there is too much to think about. Then I will blog about how much it is all annoying me, like this, as if it makes it all better, even though I never discuss the propor issue. I don't know where I am going with this, just saying how things are with me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed a lot, it may seem. I get annoyed at people, the way people do things, and the way the world works. I probably get annoyed at everything, at some stage. This is all true, but at the same time, I believe I am a very accepting, and tolerant person. I tend to consider myself sombody who will not take offence at most things, and who accepts whatever sombody else thinks or does, no matter what. Unless it is radically bad. So if I am always ranting on this site, or seeming angry at everything, yes, I am angry at everything, but I am more un-angry than angry. It is just that I only tend to write about the stuff I am angry or agitated about, because everything else may not be as interesting, or may not be so much on my mnd as the stuff I am angry at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I want to thank you all for reading this stuff, and commenting, and all that jazz. It makes me feel so awesome to see that people have commented and given their opinions on all of the stuff I write about, however nonsensical. It is all actually very appreciated. I love blogging, now, and I love that people like to read my blog as well. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now finish this post. There. Finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3580545898529281409?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3580545898529281409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3580545898529281409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3580545898529281409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3580545898529281409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-readers.html' title='Dear Readers...'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4901520811692037386</id><published>2007-06-20T11:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:57:55.312+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Alfragooglewak</title><content type='html'>Once there was a person.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Alfragooglewak.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't like to eat cheese.&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't give any cheese back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Save me", "Save me",&lt;br /&gt;The woodpecker cried.&lt;br /&gt;But it was not the Alfragooglewak,&lt;br /&gt;That man had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, Alfragooglewak was dead,&lt;br /&gt;so the whole world went sad.&lt;br /&gt;But then he came back as a bear,&lt;br /&gt;so the whole world went mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many events had happened,&lt;br /&gt;Alfragooglewak fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;And remember, he was a bear,&lt;br /&gt;but he fell in love with a dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dove looked at him, and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I don't know what to say."&lt;br /&gt;Because it didn't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;given that it was really only yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Alfragooglewak never said how he felt,&lt;br /&gt;because he didn't listen to what the glove said.&lt;br /&gt;He was going to eat a bannana tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;But, remember, Alfragooglewak was dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4901520811692037386?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4901520811692037386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4901520811692037386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4901520811692037386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4901520811692037386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/alfragooglewak.html' title='Alfragooglewak'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4713835805090604940</id><published>2007-06-18T09:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:52:12.353+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>INFP</title><content type='html'>Well, many people may know of the Myers-Briggs personality test type indicator thing. I thought it may be interesting to include a little post about what type I think I am. I don't agree with the fact that many people choose "mates" and base their lives around what they know to be their personality type, but I do think it is an interesting thing to look at, at least so you can understand yourself and others better.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll explain what I mean by personality types. Basically, you get a four letter personality thing. Some personality options are ENTP, ISFJ, INTJ and ESFP. Anyway, it works like this: you get either an E or and I, then either an N or an S, then either a T or an F and finally a J or a P. I will explain below, and share what I believe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extroversion vs Introversion (E vs I)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, for those who don't know, and extrovert is a person who gains energy from those around them, and an introvert gains energy from inside themselves. The two terms are also concerned with where we direct our energy. A common comparison between the two is that an extrovert is "extensive", while an introvert is "intensive". Of the many times I have done personality tests (approximately 7 times), I have always come up with near 100% I (Introversion) and near 0% E (Extroversion). I can see this definately. I am a very introverted person, and gain my enegery from within myself. This means I often need time alone, and in terms of relationships with other people, I rather have a few good/close ones, rather than a lot of not so close ones. I am an "I", all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensing vs Intuition (S vs N)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, intuition is spelt with an "I", but "I" was already used for the previous letter, so no using it again. Basically, this section deals with how we process information. Sensing people take in the true hard facts, they interpret things for what they are and notice things that are real and tangible. These people are observant. Intuition people take in not what they sense so much, but they take in the big picture, focus not on depth of fact so much, but on the connecting of the facts to the larger picture, if that makes sense. Haha! Get it? "sense"?! Anyway, some common comparisons between the two are that S=dwells in present, N=dwells in future. S=Truist experience, N=trust inspiration. S=undertsnads ideas through practical examples, N=wants to clarify ideas before putting them into practice. For ths one, I am fairy definately an N. Every test I have ever done has always returned this same result. There, it is as simple as that. I am an N, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking vs Feeling (T vs F)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one deals with how we make descisions. We either think about them, and come up with logical descisions, or think and make descisions according to how they may affect other people, or from "our heart" or "gut feeling". Basically, it is the difference between making logical descisions,a nd thinking about them as opposed to going with our feelings and doing what is "right". Possibly. Basically, I am not sure which one of these I fit into, I tend to do some of both, but according to the test results that I remember most, from the first time I did this test, in the most test-like conditions, with the most questions, it returned that I was an F. I think I can agree with this. It is the documents from this first test I did that I am using to jolt much of my memory about these things, where I would have otherwise fogotten them. (See below for quotish thing). I am an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judging vs Perception (J vs P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comparison is all about how we organise our life. Judging is to do with deciding, and making definate descisions about how we are going to do things, and living in a planned and ordely way. Percieving, on the other hand, is about going with the flow, and taking everything as it comes. These people tend to be spontaneous or simply indecisive, as final descisions seem confining to them. I definately relate strongly to this last one. Much like T vs F, most times I do a personality test, I have come up with a different answer to this one. Maybe I simply change with time, but I have been told that that is supposed to be impossible. I am very factual, and make descision consciously about everything, but I am often inclined to make descisions to go with the flow! How does that work! Make &lt;em&gt;descisions&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;go with the flow&lt;/em&gt;. It's like merging the two together. So, again, I am not entirely sure, but that first test I did returned the result of P, but I am not entirely sure I am P over J. I really could be either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, I am an INFP. Form my document I got in response to my test, which was many pages long, this was the brief overview of what this personality type means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INFP: The most idealistic person:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quiet observer, idealistic, loyal. Important that outer life be congruent with&lt;br /&gt;inner values. Curious, quick to see possibilities, often serve as catalysts to&lt;br /&gt;implement ideas. Adaptable, flexible, and accepting unless a value is&lt;br /&gt;threatened. Want to understand people and ways of fulfilling human potential.&lt;br /&gt;Little concern with possessions or surroundings.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This type is the most "idealistic" type. That is not the most "ideal" type. There is a difference. Look it up. I can't be bothered explaining it.&lt;br /&gt;I think this applies well to me. But all the variations with J vs P and T vs F seem to suit me as well. The only things I can really say for sure is that I am "I" and "N".&lt;br /&gt;If I am not an INFP, I am an INFJ. If anybody want any more information from me and my many documents about all this stuff, just ask. I can also send you a copy of a test for you to do.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4713835805090604940?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4713835805090604940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4713835805090604940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4713835805090604940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4713835805090604940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/infp.html' title='INFP'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-6108043619913230518</id><published>2007-06-16T21:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:32:28.524+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Failing Minesweeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RnPJS5QbWdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JMy8ECg-dfM/s1600-h/minesweeper2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076622531421231570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RnPJS5QbWdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JMy8ECg-dfM/s400/minesweeper2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I have been trying really hard to win a minesweeper game in Expert. But I have been doing poorly. Why is this? Because I am bad at it? No. Because it is bad at me. Above I have included a picture of what an average game of Minesweeper looks like when I play it on Expert. See, how unfair is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;! One day, I will finish Expert. Then I will be the champion of everything. Yesss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe just the champion of Minesweeper. Even then, probably not. Oh well. I will try, nevertheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-6108043619913230518?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/6108043619913230518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=6108043619913230518' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6108043619913230518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6108043619913230518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/failing-minesweeper.html' title='Failing Minesweeper'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RnPJS5QbWdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JMy8ECg-dfM/s72-c/minesweeper2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-8802501301971096632</id><published>2007-06-15T12:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:53:12.807+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>I was discussing with a friend the other day about relationships and stuff. By "and stuff" I do mean many other things, but I won't go into those just here. Anyway, we were talking mostly about romantic relationships, and not so much friend relationships. I won't say what we talked about either, that is just stupid and breaching privacy laws. Yes, there are laws against that. Just like there are laws forbidding anybody from saying that Jono is not awesome. So anyway, I won't talk about what we discussed, but it all did bring up a few issues that I think I will discuss here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, for anybody reading this who doesn't know, I've never had a "girlfriend" as such, so I don't have much experience in that sort of area, although I have had many experiences of people liking me, or me liking other people. Yes, so has everybody, I know. And from these experiences I have come to get really annoyed at how it all works. I hate the way that if you like sombody, and they like you, nobody says anything, and I hate the way if sombody likes sombody else, and the other does not, then the one that likes the other one never realsies that the perosn they like does not have equivalant feelings in return. And thirdly, I hate it how if one person likes another, and the other does not reciprocate that feeling, then the one that likes the other in the first place cannot easially find out whether there is any possibility there.&lt;br /&gt;There are many more things on the topic that annoy me. Everything annoys me. I get annoyed at everything all the time. Annoyed annoyed annoyed annoyed annoyed. In conclusion to all this ranting, I have come up with one solution, though, and that is that if everybody said exactl;y how they felt, then all this stuff would e so much easier. No hiding anything form anybody. But would that just make the world implode on itself? Yes, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I actually started off this post with something good in mind to rant/talk about, but as I wrote I just completely forgot what it was, and I got sidetracked. Annoying. Annoyed annoyed anoyed annoyed annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will actually think about what I am going to write before just going and doing it, and making up lots of stuff on the way. Like Ben Chong. I heard a rumour he actually writes drafts for hs posts every now and then. Wow! I just type as fast as my fingers will let me so that I look like a pro typer in this library I'm using. Ha! Not really. I just like typing fast. It is fun. Fun fun fun fun fun. Or is it? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I draft many posts, also, except that as soon as I draft something, I never end up publishing it proporly, or working out why it is I didn't publish it in the first place. This is an example of a post I would usually save as a draft, and not publish, but I will publish it this time. It is no where near as bad/controversial as many of the other ones I have locked away as drafts, never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that is the end of this Mega-Post. I hope it was not too boring/uninteresting/not inuninteresting. I have a feeling that there are numerous spelling and typing errors on this post. I may choose to fix them up at some stage, but I probably won't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xox-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-8802501301971096632?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/8802501301971096632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=8802501301971096632' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8802501301971096632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8802501301971096632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-8546087946104127425</id><published>2007-06-13T14:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:41:12.095+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>SYG Aftermath</title><content type='html'>My previous post was about SYG. (State Youth Games) It isa indeed something I get very excited about, and enjoy, so I have decided to summ up most of the events in a post here, although this psot will hardly do justice to the wholl weekend packed full of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, in terms of sports, I played in Volleyball B (We placed 1st), Netball A (We didn't make finals), Ultimate Frisbee A (We placed 1st), Badminton (I reached 3rd round knock out) and Aerobics. Out church ahs won the aerobics competition six years running, ands this was the first year we came second. This hasn't phased me much, though. I am still the aerobics champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, though, the aspect fo SYG that I found the best was simply spending time with friends, having fun, and playing sport for the fun of it. I felt like I had a truely great time with friends around the camp sites and places like that. I don't know what else to say about this, so I will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I got really sick on Sunday night, and was then forced to go into my VCE Physics exam with a terribly runny nose. Funny. Also bad. But mostly funny. Anyway, that is finished now. There is an infinite amount more that I could say about SYG this year, but I can't put it all into words, and can't put it all on this site now. Any questions, make sure you ask me, I will answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this was a bad post, as I didn't do what I had to say about SYG justice. Maybe it wasn't a bad psot, I don't know. I don't care. I will post it anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;SYG was 90% awesome this year. 10% frusterating in several ways. There, that was a good conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xox-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-8546087946104127425?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/8546087946104127425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=8546087946104127425' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8546087946104127425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8546087946104127425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/syg-aftermath.html' title='SYG Aftermath'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-2176413805237278633</id><published>2007-06-06T11:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:06:37.452+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>25 things I like about SYG</title><content type='html'>SYG is coming up this weekend. Yes, it is over the queen's birthday weekend, and I am fairly excited about it, as it always is a sigificant part of my year, each year. Hence, I thought I'd blog something about it. I have included 25 reasons why I really do enjoy SYG (State Youth Games). Just in case you don't know what it is, I will tell you: it is basically a weekend where heaps of people (approx. 2000 competitors) get together and play in various sport competitions throughout the weekend, and compete for their teams, which are usually defined by the church group you attend the weekend with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Spending a week away form normal life is mostly always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;2- I get to meet and have fun with all my friends from almost all the churches I know.&lt;br /&gt;3- I get to play sport for most of the weeked! Especially the sports I don't usually get to play.&lt;br /&gt;4- Staying up late is fun. (We generally stay up late)&lt;br /&gt;5- I love being in a community of people who you know are all in the same boat as you (i.e. camping, same religion, there for same reason etc.)&lt;br /&gt;6- Getting to play sport where if you are winning, people who are not from your team still support and cheer for you.&lt;br /&gt;7- Getting top play sport where if you are losing, other teams are very nice about it, and you still have heaps of fun.&lt;br /&gt;8- Eating meals with a large community of people.&lt;br /&gt;9- Having custard for breakfast that was left over from the night before.&lt;br /&gt;10- Having custard the night before.&lt;br /&gt;11- Slipping into a sleeping bag at night, when it is freezing, and slowly becoming warm.&lt;br /&gt;12- Not feeling obliged to have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;13- Smelling like smoke all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;14- Sitting around the fire at night.&lt;br /&gt;15- Playing sport (e.g. Ultimate Frisbee) in the mud, and occasionally while it is raining.&lt;br /&gt;16- Occasionally having a good speaker and band that do a worship service at night time. This is not always good, though.&lt;br /&gt;17- Dancing in front of thouzands of people.&lt;br /&gt;18- Winning events.&lt;br /&gt;19- Sharing in other people winning events.&lt;br /&gt;20 - Losing events. Yes, only at SYG is losing an event so fun and satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;21- Simply competeing in events at SYG.&lt;br /&gt;22- Waking up early, and putting on shorts, even though it is incredably cold.&lt;br /&gt;23- Laughing at why we always have this event in the middle of winter.&lt;br /&gt;24- Getting lifts everywhere, so that you can compete in events and support other people who are competeing in events.&lt;br /&gt;25- Meeting new people, and seeing people you havn't seen in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-2176413805237278633?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/2176413805237278633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=2176413805237278633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2176413805237278633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2176413805237278633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/25-things-i-like-about-syg.html' title='25 things I like about SYG'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-7671632970524048595</id><published>2007-06-04T09:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:30:21.146+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I am a fairly good &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;amp;q=procrastinate"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/a&gt;. Today, I am procrastinating. At the moment, there are a lot of things I should be doing: Studying for my year 12 exams, writing my speech for my Indonesian Oral SAC later today, completeing my homework I was meant to do for English, finishing the novel we have a SAC on soon for English, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;There are also a good deal many things I want to do myself, but am not doing, like doing blob (If you don't know what this is, dont worry), writing &lt;a href="http://gammana.blogspot.com"&gt;Gammana&lt;/a&gt;, writing &lt;a href="http://super-squad.blogspot.com"&gt;Super Squad&lt;/a&gt;, organising &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html"&gt;one-on-one&lt;/a&gt; time with people, and the list goes on there, too.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of doing all these things, I am writing a blog post about procrastination. Annoying!&lt;br /&gt;Besides complaining about my too-good ability to procrastinate, I really don't have anything to write about here, I just wanted to put something there, so that people could read it. Yay! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, and a very side note: Once, I wrote a post about my favourite &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/characters.html"&gt;characters&lt;/a&gt;, but I missed one very important one, which I had to make sure I included now. His name is "Merlin" and he is from the Disney movie: "The Sword in the Stone." If you have not seen this movie. Go and hire it, and watch it. Now. Now now now now now. Merlin is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, in my life, I have been spending a fair amount of time with friends and stuff, which is generally not normal for me, because I can never be bothered organising things and the like. But the more I do it, the more I realise how much it is, like, pretty much one of my favourite things ever. Even better than most of the other 25 things I listed in another &lt;a href="http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/25-things-i-love-doing.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, that I will also link to. This has been good for me, and a highlight for the past couple of weeks. But now I've got exams coming up. Boring. Annoying. I still would rather spend time with friends than studying, though. Definately. Anyway, there is an insight into the life of Jono recently. Just thought I'd throw that one in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pow! I think that's about all I have to input into this post to give it some substance, at least, I think. Now the post will finish, and you will have to stop reading this post. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there will be another post, soon, that you can read. Yes, that would be good/WILL be good/SMILL be good. Don't ask what SMILL means. It means nothing. But not "nothing", i.e. it does not mean "nothing". When I said it means nothing, I meant it has no meaning, hence, meaning nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, post finished. Have fun doing whatever else it is you're all going to do after reading this post and being fully enlightened about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xox-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-7671632970524048595?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/7671632970524048595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=7671632970524048595' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7671632970524048595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7671632970524048595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-2234128097742081813</id><published>2007-06-02T10:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:18:42.845+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Minesweeper Mastery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RmC2iRT7AQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fHAAS5jLtHc/s1600-h/minesweeper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071253880297947394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RmC2iRT7AQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fHAAS5jLtHc/s400/minesweeper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Inspired by a post from &lt;a href="http://waterspiel.blogspot.com/2007/05/mastering-minesweeper.html"&gt;Matt Water's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to master the game of minesweeper. And I was sucsessful. On only my fifth try, I managed to completely finish the whole game in less than a minute. I truely am a champion at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, think you can beat me? You're wrong. I am the champion. I did it so fast I don't think anybody could ever beat me. I did it so fast that you couldn't even see me, that's how fast I finished this game of minesweeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wish to congradulate me in person, that's ok, in fact, it's a very good idea. One day, I will try and finish it on a setting harder than begginer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-2234128097742081813?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/2234128097742081813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=2234128097742081813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2234128097742081813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2234128097742081813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/06/minesweeper-mastery.html' title='Minesweeper Mastery'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RmC2iRT7AQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fHAAS5jLtHc/s72-c/minesweeper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4757097518820469862</id><published>2007-05-28T09:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:43:28.604+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Month</title><content type='html'>Just letting you all know that I have added a quote of the month to this blog. It is just under the blog heading. Check this every now and then, and it may change occasionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4757097518820469862?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4757097518820469862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4757097518820469862' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4757097518820469862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4757097518820469862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote of the Month'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3938533218489725234</id><published>2007-05-28T09:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:33:50.828+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I am in my library at school, procrastinating, as usual. Yay! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I need is procrastination. There are so many things I have to do right now. Lots lots lots lots. And it is hard to think of the basic things and the like, when I've gopt so much other stuff on my mind right now. I want life to slow down, so I have more time to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the things I want to do, (This one's not a must, but I really want to do it.) is something a friend told me I should do, and has half spawned from a post I recently posted on this site named "25 Things I LikeTo Do". So, the thing was the one where I said that I like to spend one-on-one time with people. I love doing this so much, but I am also very bad at setting aside time to spend with people in this way.&lt;br /&gt;Consequentially, I have decided that I need to make a conscious effort to make time where I can spend with my friends one-on-one just to have fun, or to get to know better the ones that I possibly don't know well enough. This is so hard for me, though. Hard hard hard hard hard. Because all my life I have never initiated anything. Anything. I don't initiate. I am fine to go to things, and have fun, or talk with people, and stuff, when it is not me that has oranised the event, or initiated it, or whatever. Therefore, it is very hard for me to actually organise stuff, like this. There are more reasons why this is hard, but it is something I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am posting about this on my bloggish site for two reasons: One, to give those who read it something to read about that has stuff to do with my life/stuff and etc., and also to let people know that I want to find this time to spend with people, so that I can be held accountable, and so that I can't make an excuse not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm actually not sure what it is I have comepletely written about in this post, as I started not knowing what I was going to write about, and now, I am not going to go back and proofread. I believe in no such thing. Proofreading is for proofreaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have got to go and worry about all the other stuff I've got going on at the moment. Annoying. I need more time. I want a week of nothingness so that I can catch up on everything that needs doing. In short, I need holidays. But now. Right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3938533218489725234?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3938533218489725234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3938533218489725234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3938533218489725234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3938533218489725234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-420330598811766522</id><published>2007-05-24T17:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:58:43.080+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Dr Zaius</title><content type='html'>I have had this song stuck in my head for two days now. Do you know how annoying it is when you get a song stuck in your head for that long? Very. I thought I would share this feeling with the world by including this clip on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's even more annoying that the song is so repedative. So I have had a short repedative song stuck in my head for two days. Otehr than that, it is one of the greatest songs ever. Listen to it. Now.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Zaius Dr Zaius.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Zaius Dr Zaius.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Zaius Dr Zaius.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Dr Zaius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxtAlEb1vAs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxtAlEb1vAs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-420330598811766522?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/420330598811766522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=420330598811766522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/420330598811766522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/420330598811766522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/dr-zaius.html' title='Dr Zaius'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3065839476257966113</id><published>2007-05-23T12:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:07:32.179+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Bats, Bats, Everywhere.</title><content type='html'>In year seven, I wrote a song. During a geography class. Here are the lyrics of that song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bats, bats, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Bats, bats, in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Bats, bats, all around.&lt;br /&gt;Bats, bats, on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Bats, bats under my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Bats, now they look like poo.&lt;br /&gt;Bats, bats for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Wee, woopee, wee woopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this song well, as it was the very first song I ever wrote on my own. If you want to know how it sounds sung, you'll have to ask me to sing it. But not right now.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any desire to award me something for writing this song, send me it. Now. I'll have it if it's gold. Or edible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3065839476257966113?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3065839476257966113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3065839476257966113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3065839476257966113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3065839476257966113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/bats-bats-everywhere.html' title='Bats, Bats, Everywhere.'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4608849298712881940</id><published>2007-05-21T17:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:32:05.195+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>25 things I love doing</title><content type='html'>Here are 25 things I like to do lots. Not much more explaining is requied, except that when I say I like to do them lots, I mean it. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; these things, and would spend my life doing them, if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Drawing.&lt;br /&gt;2- Writing blogs, when I get the motivation.&lt;br /&gt;3- Writing letters.&lt;br /&gt;4- Writing stories.&lt;br /&gt;5- Writing Warm Fuzzies. (If you would like to try your hand at this one, go to &lt;a href="http://fuzzypad.blogspot.com"&gt;http://fuzzypad.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;6- Spending time with people, one-on-one. (This is probably one of the very favourites)&lt;br /&gt;7- Spending time with people, not one-on-one, but with not too many other people. E.g. about six, or less. (Yes, this one is very different from #6)&lt;br /&gt;8- Phone Calls.&lt;br /&gt;9- Getting a good SMS after a long day at school, and realising it was there since, like, eight in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;10- Meditating.&lt;br /&gt;11- Praying.&lt;br /&gt;12- Lying on my back on grass.&lt;br /&gt;13- Laying in bed while it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;14- Being inside while it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;15- Being outside while it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;16- Night time in winter, with the open fire going.&lt;br /&gt;17- Being able to go to bed early, and not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;18- Being able to go to bed early, and doing it.&lt;br /&gt;19- Doing maths/ physics/ english/ Indonesian/ chemistry/ biology/ viscom/ art/ psychology/ literature/ P.E./ media work, when I'm not forced to.&lt;br /&gt;20- Learning.&lt;br /&gt;21- Teaching.&lt;br /&gt;22- Reading. When I'm not forced to.&lt;br /&gt;23- Playing sport. (Namely badminton*, ultimate frisbee*, aerobics*, squash, athletics European handball, running, volleyball, tennis.) (* Very especially these ones)&lt;br /&gt;24- Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;25- Loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do these things forever. But the reality is, I can't. I should really have had a 26th one: "Thinking about the 25 things I love doing most." But I can't go over the limit. It just wouldn't be a list of 25 with a 26th thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4608849298712881940?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4608849298712881940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4608849298712881940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4608849298712881940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4608849298712881940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/25-things-i-love-doing.html' title='25 things I love doing'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-9128499341098172415</id><published>2007-05-14T15:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:24:26.165+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>Really, the only reason I began this post was to beat the current record holder for the most ps, ppss, etc. things at the end of a blog. But maybe I'll write something else here, too.&lt;br /&gt;No, to be honest, I can't really think of anything else to write. This can just be a random strange blog entry. Fun! It would be really interesting, I'm thinking, if I had something decent to write. Hmm, but the more I think on it, the more I realise there is nothing. Oh well. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. That is NOT all! Aha! I have now got a "ps" at the end of this blog, implying that when I said "That is all" it was, in fact, not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. Oh, yes, and I forgot to say, also that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps. ...Actually I can't think pof anything to put here either. Wow, I well and truely have nothing to write about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppps. I love looking at many "p"s in a row. They are kinbd of soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppppps. Not much to say here, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppppps. Q: Who is better, Tinkey Winkey, Dipsey, Lala or Po?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppppppps. A: Po is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppppppps. All telly tubbies have stupid names. Stuypid stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppppppppps. Except for Po. I like Po. Po is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppppppppps. There! I beat the current record. Yes, I got all the way to a "pppppppppps" at the end of this post. I am such a champion. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-9128499341098172415?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/9128499341098172415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=9128499341098172415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/9128499341098172415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/9128499341098172415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-2721802106093262566</id><published>2007-05-12T14:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:40:54.844+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Wikipedia Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;At school, I was told of the greatest game I have heard of in a long time. It is aptly named: Wikipedia Race. This game si the greatest for playing with firends. If you ever feel like proving to somebody that you are betetr than them, play them in this game, and the better person will be decided.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So, how does one play this 'Wikipedia race'?" you ask. Well, I say, it is quite simple. There are two versions of Wikipedia race. I will explain both below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063524086585762178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RkVAVDyUIYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AqmDZQvleuw/s400/wikiworld.JPG" border="0" /&gt;WIKIPEDIA RACE 1.1 (Original version)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need at least two computers for this one, and two people, and both computers need to be linked to the internet at approximately the same speed. Ok, so, to start, all players need to visit the site: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;http://www.wikipedia.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An, unless you are otherwise inclined, select English as the lanuage, and you're in to the arena! Now, one player can search through any Wikipedia page, and select one that he/she likes. A second player, now, must also select a page. Basically, from here, all players visit the page of the first person's selection. Then it is a race to get to the page that the second person ahd selected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there are a few limitations to your searching ability: You&lt;strong&gt; cannot&lt;/strong&gt; use anything to search except for your mouse, and the links on the &lt;strong&gt;specific page that you are currently viewing&lt;/strong&gt;. There is no using of Ctrl + F or any other cheating method. Hence, you must find a link you think is appropriote, and click on it. You also cannot use anything from the Internet Explorer toolbars, e.g., there is no 'Back' allowed, or 'Forward' or 'Favourites' etc. Basically, whoever gets to the target page first wins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIKIPEDIA RACE 2.7 (Jono's ultra mega version for those playing at home)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, you do the same as above, but instead of play with anotehr person, you can simply record the time it takes you to do a certain two pages that you havn't done before, and challene somebody else to try and match your time. Once you have tried linking two pages, you are never allowed to try and link eiterh of those two pages again, because you become too familiar with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can also play against eachother over MSN. But they key part of this version is being honest. No cheating. Below are some examples of pages I have sucsessfully linked on Wikipedia. Note: you have to find the pages first, to make sure they exist. All the following combinations are possible, and each took me between 1 and 5 minutes. I would lvoe to hear how anybody went trying some of these, or versing eachother!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Michael Schumacher" to "Bottled Water"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Marvel Comics" to "Desktop Computer"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Samurai" to "Dux"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Randy Newman" to "Concrete"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun Wikipediaralising!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-2721802106093262566?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/2721802106093262566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=2721802106093262566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2721802106093262566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/2721802106093262566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/wikipedia-race.html' title='Wikipedia Race'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RkVAVDyUIYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AqmDZQvleuw/s72-c/wikiworld.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3197808320872020135</id><published>2007-05-08T16:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:32:24.594+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Conumdrum</title><content type='html'>Today, while I was contemplating how much better my lunch time at school would be if it were with a hotdog, and then this thought occured to me: A thought that I couldn't get my mind around. Now, I must post this thought, so that I can get it off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a raw hotdog and a raw sausage. And you boiled the hotdog and barbecued the sausage, life would be normal, right? That's how life has existed until now.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, what if you boiled the SAUSAGE and cooked the HOTDOG on the barbecue? Would the world implode? Probably. But assuming that it didn't implode, what would be the outcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the hotdog be just like a sausage in bread, and would the sausage that had been boiled taste like a hotdog should? Or would the hotdog still taste like a normal hotdog, and the sausage just taste like a wet sausage? And am I confusing myself? Answer to last question: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall investigate this. But it also beggs the question: Are raw hotdogs the same as raw sausages, but without the same skin? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I don't know I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what is better, a hotdog or a sausage? Some feedback on this question, also, could be useful. Not that it makes a diference to anything said above. Or anything else in life, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3197808320872020135?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3197808320872020135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3197808320872020135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3197808320872020135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3197808320872020135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/conumdrum.html' title='Conumdrum'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4581950921374090135</id><published>2007-05-01T17:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:31:47.435+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>So I have nothing to post about. But I feel like I havn't posted in a while, so I will. Also, Emily told me to, and I can't say no to a request. Right then, I thought of something. Although maybe not that interesting. I don't care. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while eating breakfast and reading whatever was sitting on the table, I saw a sheet of paper titled: "Moral Dilemmas." I found this thing interesting. Anyway, here is one of the dilemmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 1842, a ship struck an iceberg and more than 30 survivors were crowded into a lifeboat intended to hold 7. As a storm threatened, it became obvious that the lifeboat would have to be lightened if anyone were to survive. The captain reasoned that the right thing to do in this situation was to force some individuals to go over the side and drown. Such an action, he reasoned, was not unjust to those thrown overboard, for they would have drowned anyway. If he did nothing, however, he would be responible for the deaths of those whom he could have saved. Some people opposed the captain's descision. They claimed that if nothing were done and everyone died as a result, no one would be responsible for these deaths. On the other hand, if the captain attempted to save some, he could do so only by killing others and their deaths would be his responsibility; this would be worse than doing nothing and letting all die. The captian rejected this reasoning. Since the only possibility for rescue required great efforts of rowing, the captain decided that the weakest would have to be sacrificed. In this situation it would be absurd, he thought, to decide by drawing lots who should be thrown overboard. As it turned out, after days of hard rowing, the survivors were rescued and the captain was tried for his action. If you had been on the jury, how would you have decided?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it asks about if you were on the jury at his trial. I pose another question, what would you have done in the captain's situation? To what extent did you agree with his actions? I can see logic in both sides of the argument. But there is also a second level to the dilemma: If you were going to throw people overboard, would you throw the weaker people off? Hmmm. Thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would have let the whole ship of 30 drown before I saw 23 people killed. But would that be the right choice. Would that be ethical? Clearly, not very utilitarian, but I still think it is right. I am willing to hear opposing opinions, as well as complimenting ones, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4581950921374090135?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4581950921374090135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4581950921374090135' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4581950921374090135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4581950921374090135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/05/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-319885034077741911</id><published>2007-04-26T15:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:34:46.752+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Happyhat</title><content type='html'>I thought that many people always, or mostly write about struggles in their life, and only write about good things if they are substantially good. Well, I'm not having a particularily great day, in fact, I am feeling quite frusterated with lots of stuff, but there is plenty in my day to be happy about. So this is a happy post.&lt;br /&gt;Today, my english teacher was away, and we got to leave school early, and I got home by 2.00. That was fun. Also good, was that on the trian home, I had a talk with a guy who I hardly ever speak to, and as far as I know, not many people speak to much. That was good. I love doing things like that, and making friends with new people. It always makes me feel heaps better, as well as, I hope, them.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I also got the opportunity to blog on the internet. I get this everyday. How privileged I am to be able to do this. And that people would read this, probably even today, is so special. It means that I have friends, people who are interested in my life, or my writings. That, in itself, is a privilege, and something I am grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;Also, this morning, my Dad (Wow, I really don't know whether I'm meant to spell "Dad" with a capital letter or not. One day I will find out.) left for America for a while. A few weeks I think. This isn't really a good thing, or a bad thing, just a thing of note, so I thought I'd throw it in there. It's an exciting thing for him, I think, although it's linked with work, and he's been there many times before.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been happy today, and have more of today yet to be happy about. There are always good things, everyday, even if they're sometimes hard to see. Is truggled thinking of god things today, but they were there. Good. Yay. Happy. Happyhat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-319885034077741911?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/319885034077741911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=319885034077741911' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/319885034077741911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/319885034077741911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/happyhat.html' title='Happyhat'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-6860894726463427722</id><published>2007-04-25T13:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T13:59:36.895+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, I like books. Yay! Out of nowhere, I decided to write down my favourite books, which could be considered strange, but is not to me. Isn't it better to have a post about favourite books, than no post at all? Yes. Anyway, I recommend, if you like reading, to read these books, if you have not already. They are best. They are also included in no specific order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;William Golding, &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;George Orwell&lt;em&gt;, 1984&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phillip Pullman, &lt;em&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;J.R.R. Tolkein, &lt;em&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aldous Huxley&lt;em&gt;, Brave New World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frank Herbert, &lt;em&gt;Dune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These books are all fantastic. Many also have themes and issues within them that I could discuss until the cows went to bed. Yes, that's right, not untill the cows came home, but even until they went to bed. Once again, if you like reading, and you havn't read these books. Read them. Now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-6860894726463427722?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/6860894726463427722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=6860894726463427722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6860894726463427722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6860894726463427722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-62481174612549561</id><published>2007-04-21T10:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:47:00.384+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>MSN</title><content type='html'>Well, I get annoyed at a lot of things. I don't get angry very often, but I get annoyed a lot. Right now, I am anoyed at MSN messenger. For those of you who don't know what it is... well, I'll assume you do.&lt;br /&gt;It is so annoying because people who you just simply don't want to talk to, talk to you. Also, people who you probably DO want to talk to, but not over MSN, they talk to you also. Then there's people who you want to talk to on MSN, but they don't seem to want to talk back. It would help if people actually just said whether they feel like chatting over MSN, instead of stupid lack of communication, even though MSN is meant to be a communication device. Irony!&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like conversing on MSN. If you want a conversation, the easiest way is a phone call. I only really like informing, being informed, and maybe joking around on MSN, while doing other, more important things.&lt;br /&gt;But now, the thing that annoys me the most about MSN is this: When my status is set to busy, people DO NOT respect the fact that I'm busy. Sometimes I set my status to busy and only talk to one person. This is because whatever I'm doing, I can also talk to ONE person. Maybe two. But When it's set to busy, and people instigate a conversation: Bad. Bad bad bad bad bad!&lt;br /&gt;Aargh. MSN is so annoying. But it has its purposes, so I will not abandon it. If only people stopped abusing it and wrecking it and making it annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Getting quite caught up in annoyance right now. No offence is intended to anybody through this post. I don't always hate MSN this much. But right now, and 80% of the time: I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-62481174612549561?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/62481174612549561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=62481174612549561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/62481174612549561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/62481174612549561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/msn.html' title='MSN'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4519915370783622700</id><published>2007-04-18T16:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:51:45.525+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>How well do you know Jono?</title><content type='html'>How well do you know Jono? I Know him quite well. And BAM! I also know why! Because he is me. Here is a test to see how much YOU know me. Take down your answers, and check the comments for the results. Then comment, and tell me what you got! Not cheating. Here is test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1: What is my middle name?&lt;br /&gt;A: Courtney&lt;br /&gt;B: Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;C: Brianna&lt;br /&gt;D: Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2: What is my favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;A: Orange&lt;br /&gt;B: Silver&lt;br /&gt;C: Magenta&lt;br /&gt;D: Cyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3: I go to which school?&lt;br /&gt;A: A stupid school with hardly any Asians.&lt;br /&gt;B: A smart school with hardly any non-Asians.&lt;br /&gt;C: A mildly interesting school full of fish.&lt;br /&gt;D: A very interesting school not full of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4: If I could only have one of the following, which would I have?&lt;br /&gt;A: A cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;B: A metal box.&lt;br /&gt;C: A small and relatively pathetic handbag.&lt;br /&gt;D: A star picket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5: If I had to listen to music from a solo instrument for an hour, what instrument would I want to listen to?&lt;br /&gt;A: A Piano.&lt;br /&gt;B: A Saxophone.&lt;br /&gt;C: An Ocarina.&lt;br /&gt;D: A Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6: Carcinogenic means:&lt;br /&gt;A: Slightly more likely to give you cancer.&lt;br /&gt;B: Not vaguely unlikely to not give you no canncer.&lt;br /&gt;C: Highly likely to most unlikely cause a consolidation response.&lt;br /&gt;D: Not likely to give you an unlikely chance of not getting no cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7: 62+74=&lt;br /&gt;A: Not telling.&lt;br /&gt;B: Window.&lt;br /&gt;C: 58.&lt;br /&gt;D: Not likely to give you an unlikely chance of not getting no cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8: Wimsey, my teddy, has how many olympic gold medals?&lt;br /&gt;A: None, but he has 28 silver ones.&lt;br /&gt;B: 28, 000, 000&lt;br /&gt;C: 28, 000, 000, 000, 000 (twenty eight billion)&lt;br /&gt;D: 28 x 10^28, 000, 000, 000, 000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9: In Europe, my name means:&lt;br /&gt;A; ,Best&lt;br /&gt;B; Doubleplusgood"&lt;br /&gt;C- $pontaneously predictable&lt;br /&gt;D: Grammatically Correct Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10: Obscillitron.&lt;br /&gt;A: No way!&lt;br /&gt;B: Butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;C: Aku tidak bisa jawab pertanyaan ini.&lt;br /&gt;D: Save as draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! How do you think you went? I bet I beat you at betting that i didn't not make the mistake of failing to not beat you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4519915370783622700?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4519915370783622700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4519915370783622700' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4519915370783622700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4519915370783622700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-well-do-you-know-jono.html' title='How well do you know Jono?'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3676054675220103964</id><published>2007-04-17T18:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:34:12.221+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Good / Bad</title><content type='html'>Recognising what is good and bad about yourself is very important. I think one of the big flaws a lot of people have is that they hide from their own good qualities, and focus on their bad qualities. Half of the things that make us individual are bad things. So what? But, in my opinion it is more important that we need to understand what we are good at, and not push these things to the side. Not being afraid to point out what is bad about yourself is one thing, but not being afraid to point out what is good about yourself is another, and, possibly, harder thing.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm writing this to share some of myself, without caring about what other people think. So if this in any way offends you, (which I can't see why it would) then no offence was intended. Following is me admitting what I am good at, and bad at. Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOOD QUALITIES:&lt;br /&gt;I am very creative, possibly much more so than many people. I am good at drawing, writing, and generally creating stuff on the whole, like characters, concepts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I am also quite friendly, most of the time. I feel like I can be friendly to any sort of person, and try to be a good friend to people. Along with this, I feel I encourage people a fair but, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;I am good at certain sports, like ultimate frisbee, badminton, aerobics and other SYG sports, as well as many other ones which I love. The only real sports I don't really enjoy are footy, basketball and cricket, which is stupid, because they're like the three main sports in Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;I am good at many otehr things, also, but they are not coming to mind straight away, so I will nt mention them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BAD QUALITIES:&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the time I am selfish, thinking about how a situation will benefit me, and not thinking of others, but not all the time, though, I am constantly trying to stop this.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel like being around one person, when I could be spending time with somebody else who probably needs my company more, I tend to spend time with the person I feel like being around.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people assuming things of me. Maybe this isn't that bad, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;I am not god at strategy games requiring concentration, like chess etc.&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy a lot, and will not do things I should do, when I should do them. This is a serious fault that I need to work on more.&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing homework right now, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;There are more bad things, but they are not coming to my head straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! I have shared some of myself to others, without hiding from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my challenge for everyone reading this is: write down what you are good at, and what you are bad at, like I have done. If you own a blog, write it on that, so that you cannot hide from these facts. Anyway, if you don't want to, that's fine, but I encourage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3676054675220103964?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3676054675220103964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3676054675220103964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3676054675220103964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3676054675220103964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-bad.html' title='Good / Bad'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4144527533120341036</id><published>2007-04-12T11:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:51:26.526+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Characters</title><content type='html'>Characters are arguably my favourite thing ever. I get inspired most of all by fiction, stories and the like, whether that be movies, serials, books or whatever. That is my passion. But within these things, my favourite aspect is that of character. To me, a story is really good so long a&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2MILECEzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XOEVxCPAq8k/s1600-h/obelix.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s its characters are good. Some stories have crap characters but a good plot, this makes the story bad to me. But a story with awesome characters and a crap plot is good to me. Mind you, plot is very significant, still, for a good story. Note: When I say story, I mean any sort of story, not just books.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love characters so much, they are my favourite. Some characters are so good they make me melt. I actually melted a few times. Melting is fun. Anyway, I have decided to share a few of my very favourite characters, below. There are many mroe characters that I love, but I either couldn't find a picture of them, there isn't a picture fo them, or I simply couldn't be bothered finding any more pictures. Here are my favourite characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2KwbECEwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Re-90TplN1I/s1600-h/galdalf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052346921482588930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2KwbECEwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Re-90TplN1I/s400/galdalf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GANDALF:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, Gandalf is so cool. For those who havn't seen Lord of the Rings, or read the books, you cannot possibly understand how cool Gandalf is. He's pretty much the best I know of. If I was a character from Lord of the Rings, I would be Gandalf. And Iam Mckellan played him so well in the movie that I have decided he is one of my favourite actors. Yay! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052347368159187730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2LKbECExI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6l-Sg_UKQBQ/s400/auron.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AURON:&lt;/strong&gt; Aha! Nobody knows who this is. He is quite clearly one of the greatest characters ever invented. I'll leave you to find out who he is, but he cannot be understood untill you've at least seen him in his original context. Definately one of my favourites. Best best best best best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2LzbECEyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/t0cQov98J0o/s1600-h/jack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052348072533824290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2LzbECEyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/t0cQov98J0o/s400/jack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JACK SPARROW:&lt;/strong&gt; It shames me to say that he is one of my favourites, but I simply couldn't deny it. He is right up there. Besides the awesome plot line, he is half of why Pirates of the Caribbean so good. Unfortunately, many twelve year olod girls and the like have ruined his image, but as a character in the actual movie, he is so good. Good good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2MZ7ECE0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vn33o0MsU7I/s1600-h/obelix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052348733958787906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2MZ7ECE0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vn33o0MsU7I/s400/obelix.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBELIX:&lt;/strong&gt; If you have ever read Asterix, you will understand that Obelix is very much the best character in it. He is so stupid, yet so strong, and so helpful yet so annoying. And he has such a cool little dog. And he is incredably fat. He is also, most of the time, very funny, and oblivious to the world. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2MrbECE1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YXJdlfze1XA/s1600-h/cosmo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052349034606498642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2MrbECE1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YXJdlfze1XA/s400/cosmo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;COSMO:&lt;/strong&gt; Alright, I watch kids T.V. So what? We all do. And as much as nobody will admit it, you have all seen Cosmo. But maybe not. I don't care, I have seen him and that's all that matters. Despite being for a significantly younger age group, I love Fairly Odd Parents, it actually makes me laugh, especially Cosmo. He is so smanbastical. Maybe I'm the only one who thinks so, but I don't care. Watch Fairly Odd Parents. Cosmo is cool. Channel 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4144527533120341036?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4144527533120341036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4144527533120341036' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4144527533120341036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4144527533120341036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/characters.html' title='Characters'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rh2KwbECEwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Re-90TplN1I/s72-c/galdalf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-6674659137829289378</id><published>2007-04-10T18:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:52:47.125+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><title type='text'>25 reasons myspace is stupid</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anybody realised, but I don't like myspace very much. It is bad bad bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;Here is why. Myspace is stupid because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- You can't teach it anything.&lt;br /&gt;2- You don't need one.&lt;br /&gt;3- It takes up to much time. Time that could be spent blogging.&lt;br /&gt;4- Commenting on myspace, or having conversations over myspace can be done on Messenger, E-mail or Blogger instead.&lt;br /&gt;5- Most of the photos of people on myspace are stupid. They are always angled so that, conveniently, someone's cleavage is showing, or their pathetic excuse for a six pack, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;6- They make stupid musical noises, when the internet is not suppost in interfere with noises that are already happening in the environment.&lt;br /&gt;7- People stay up too late using myspace.&lt;br /&gt;8- People who have a myspace blog less. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;9- "Myspace" is not a word. It should be "My Space", or "Stupid site that I put stupid things on."&lt;br /&gt;10- Many people who use myspace have a list of friends comprising of people they don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;11- It encourages gossip.&lt;br /&gt;12- It is not Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;13- Wimsey does not have one.&lt;br /&gt;14- Everything done on myspace can be done using some other means.&lt;br /&gt;15- It does not learn.&lt;br /&gt;16- It has an IQ of twelve.&lt;br /&gt;17- It has an EQ of negative seventeen billion.&lt;br /&gt;18- It cannot dance.&lt;br /&gt;19- It cannot jump.&lt;br /&gt;20- You can't take it for a walk in the park. Unless you have wireless internet. If so, and you still walk it in the park. Well. You're wierd.&lt;br /&gt;21- It does not eat what you didn't finish for tea.&lt;br /&gt;22- If it had a human form, it would be that little ridiculous minimalistic symbol which is meant to look like a person and is suspiciously similar to the little messenger man symbol.&lt;br /&gt;23- It has to copy its little man symbol from messenger.&lt;br /&gt;24- I'm yet to see the word "Smanbastical" used on any myspace.&lt;br /&gt;25- I don't have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-6674659137829289378?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/6674659137829289378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=6674659137829289378' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6674659137829289378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6674659137829289378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/25-reasons-myspace-is-stupid.html' title='25 reasons myspace is stupid'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3972807697927357696</id><published>2007-04-10T17:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:52:47.125+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get annoyed at smiling for photos. Bad bad bad bad bad. I hate having to put on a fake face so that in the future sombody can look at the picture and say "Wow, he was happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to look at a camera, when a photo is taken, and have just my face in it, or my torso. I hate these sorts of photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, we all want these sort hanging on our wall, showing what we look like when we're happy. Fine. Take one or two good ones, then that's enough! Real photos are of real situations. If you want to set up a photo, a posed photo, that's perfectly fine, but at least make it have ther intention of looking like it's not meant to be set up. When taking a picture of nature, do you trim the trees, paint the mountains and twist the scenery so that it's facing the lens, before taking the photo? No, because it would look like you ruined the scenery. But you might throw some dirt onto something to look like it was more rustic. See, that would look like it wasn't meant to be set up, even if it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope, if you're reading this, you know where I'm coming from. Real photos are meant to capture a moment, not an artificial assortment in which people stop smiling as soon as the photo is taken. Aargh. Angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below I have put three photos that are examples of good photos. I also have reasons for why these photos are good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051703561151451890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RhtBn7ECEvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/opsZOimmtkA/s400/Sandcastle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is a photo of a sandcastle I built once. The waves would have come and washed it away, so I took a photo. Here, photography has been used to preserve something that could otherwise not have been preserved. Good. This photo gets a tick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051703324928250594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RhtBaLECEuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vR8v9Kw3mn4/s400/Bennmattdunk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here is a photo of Ben Chong preforming a smanbastical dunk off Matt Waters' back. This photo captures the time when me and some friends were at Lauren Pinches house, and doing all sorts of different dunks and what not. Silliness and funness of that time captured proporly by photo? Yes. Tick for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051703007100670674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RhtBHrECEtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PqNRsOEI7bY/s400/Starfishman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aha! It's Starfish Man! (a.k.a. me) This is almost one of the photos I hate, but not, because of an important fact: this photo does not look like it's meant to be set up. Even though it is obvious that I stood there like that specifically for that photo, it looks like that scenario could have come into place without the camera being pointed at me. This is true. So this photo kills two birds with one stone, one, it captures me at the beach, and memories of that night, and it shows what Starfish Man looked like, for those who would otherwise never know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, these are photos with purpose, and goodness. From now on, no more smiling stupidhead photos. Bad bad bad bad bad bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3972807697927357696?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3972807697927357696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3972807697927357696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3972807697927357696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3972807697927357696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RhtBn7ECEvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/opsZOimmtkA/s72-c/Sandcastle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-7228794375941942139</id><published>2007-04-09T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:34:46.753+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Re-Lenting</title><content type='html'>Well, as some of you may know, I did lent this year, for the first time ever. But I did it in a slightly not so conventional way. I gave up buying food from the canteen at school, (Which was a big step for me), and I did 100 pushups and situps every day. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lent is now over, and I am continuing with it, doing it again, or as in my catchy post title, I am re-lenting. (Which is a play on words that I stole from &lt;a href="http://my-everest.blogspot.com"&gt;Ben Chong's blob!&lt;/a&gt;) So, what this entails is me continuing with my 100 Pushups and situps, but I have decided to continue with only 50 a day. It is easier. I am also going to still not buy stuff from the canteen. But for these 40 days, I am adding something extra.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the extra thing for these 40 days is that I have to make a specific effort to make someone else feel better. This could be encouraging them, doing something nice for them, or even making lfi easier for them without them knowing I did it. I like this idea.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I am doing this challenge/lent with Kelly Styles, and for acountability, we have to tell each other what we've done every day, and write down in a journalish thing what we;ve done. Sounds so fun, yes? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;So, there endeth my post for now. I hope it has given you a perfectly fulfilling insight into the life of Jono. But maybe it hasn't. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-7228794375941942139?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/7228794375941942139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=7228794375941942139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7228794375941942139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7228794375941942139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-lenting.html' title='Re-Lenting'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-1486007434564489381</id><published>2007-03-28T20:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:54:48.996+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Asterix...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RgpJ_kZOvHI/AAAAAAAAADw/u6Lexcu0J2E/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046927688872148082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RgpJ_kZOvHI/AAAAAAAAADw/u6Lexcu0J2E/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-1486007434564489381?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/1486007434564489381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=1486007434564489381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/1486007434564489381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/1486007434564489381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/asterix.html' title='Asterix...'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/RgpJ_kZOvHI/AAAAAAAAADw/u6Lexcu0J2E/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-7705731021511759325</id><published>2007-03-26T17:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:51:26.528+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Air</title><content type='html'>Much like the post on &lt;a href="http://my-everest.blogspot.com"&gt;Ben Chong's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I am writing, here, about my element, which is not fire, but air.&lt;br /&gt;Air is the element which is free moving, constantly changing direction, and bringing in new and fresh wind. Like any element, I can get angry, witha thunder storm, but it takes a lot for this to happen, and even then, my anger is mostly expressed in the form of loud noises and scarry looks. Never, or mostly never, any physical or direct hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am like air in that I can always give a new perpective on things, can bring new ideas accross from a long way away, and can always quickly fit into a vacuum, making that space better, no matter what the shape of the space was. There is also not much that can hold back air, hence, not much can hold me back from doing what I feel like, or want to do. I don't know if this is being to metaphorical to understand, but if I was mroe specific, it could not be interpreted in the same amount of ways.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, with air comes some down sides. I quickly brush by the earth, never really seeing the things that might matter more than the bigger picture, which I see from being so high up. I am always focussed on the larger goal rather than the smaller steps, etc. This could also be a positive about air, but I'm not sure. I also find myself flying ahead to do something, without really thinking it over first. Not much can hold back air. Also, sometimes I'm only thinking about myself, and where I need to go to make the air pressure zones equal, rather than thinking about what houses, trees and people I'm knocking over on the way. These aspects, I think, summ me up quite well, and I'm sure there's more about air that relates to me, I just don't want this blog to become too long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am air. Air beats Earth, Earth beats Water, Water beats Fire, Fire beats Air. Crap. Fire's after me. Run. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-7705731021511759325?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/7705731021511759325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=7705731021511759325' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7705731021511759325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/7705731021511759325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/air.html' title='Air'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-6807899360097570519</id><published>2007-03-22T19:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:52:38.346+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Dear Cupholder...</title><content type='html'>Cuppy!&lt;br /&gt;Havn't seen you in ages! We really need to catch up some time. I've missed you so much. By that I mean sooooooo much, like a twelve year old girl would write if she was typing this letter. Sorry, my mistake, she would write it like this: &lt;strong&gt;Soo0O0Oo()o$@@*^00ooOO \/uC]-[!&lt;/strong&gt; It really annoys me when people type like that. Good think you don't my oh-so-perfect cupholder of mine.&lt;br /&gt;When we talk, I feel so relaxed and certain of myself. You never tell me that I'm mean, or that I talk too much, and you never complain about me when I don't talk very much, when I let you do all the talking. But even then, you just wait and listen, because you are so patient. When I get angry, and break you, and put mean drinks in you like acid in a spiky cup, you just tolerate it, and never get angry. What would I do without a friend like you? That rhymed. I am the best rhymer in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Cupholder, I hope we can stay friends forever. You are such a good friend. You never yell. You never spit. (Except for that one time...) You never cry on my shoulder. You never cheer me up. Wait, you never do anything at all! You're a bad friend. Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad. I don't liek you. I hate you! I never want to see you again. Let's break up! No, I don't want to be friends anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Windscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-6807899360097570519?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/6807899360097570519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=6807899360097570519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6807899360097570519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6807899360097570519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-cupholder.html' title='Dear Cupholder...'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-8643170317134179761</id><published>2007-03-21T19:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:34:46.755+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A couple of paragraphs...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I don't have any really specific thing to write about here, now. I actually had something in mind, but I forgot it, so now I am just writing what comes to my head first. I figured, that as long as I wrote something, there would be something new on my blog site for all those interested to read. Unfortunately, this may not be the most interesting of things to read.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am writing this so that I have more frequent posts on this site, so people can more frequently come to this site for a purpose. But how much better would it be if I had something better to write about. So, I make a proposal, I will ask that anybody who reads this, or visits this site, to comment on this post, as well as others, and tell me what it is you would like to see on this site. What sort of posts would you come back to the site to read? I know not many people visit this site already, but even if those few people could comment, that would be cool. That is all I have to say right now, I think. What a boring post! But who cares? Not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-8643170317134179761?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/8643170317134179761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=8643170317134179761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8643170317134179761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/8643170317134179761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/couple-of-paragraphs.html' title='A couple of paragraphs...'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3647826395833567403</id><published>2007-03-19T19:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:52:38.347+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><title type='text'>25 fun things to do on a train</title><content type='html'>These things need to be done on a connex train in Melbourne. Otherwise they are not as fun. And if you read this, you have to do what it says next time you are on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Sit next to somebody, and whisper in another language into their ear.&lt;br /&gt;2- Stare directly at someone, and keep a straight face. After they've noticed that you're looking at them, wait a while, and then point.&lt;br /&gt;3- Jump continuously, and pretend that you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;4- When there are clearly enough seats, sit on someone's lap.&lt;br /&gt;5- If sombody is eating chips, help yourself to one.&lt;br /&gt;6- Hold a random person's hand.&lt;br /&gt;7- Make it really obvious that you're reading sombody else's newspaper over their shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;8- Sing to the beeping of the doors when they close.&lt;br /&gt;9- Try and clear a dance circle in the middle of the standing area.&lt;br /&gt;10- Protect the disabled seat from normal passengers, even when there is no disabled people on the train.&lt;br /&gt;11- Actually water somebody's garden, and claim that you no longer have to pay your way and buy a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;12- Buy two tickets and put your feet on the opposite seat.&lt;br /&gt;13- Buy six tickets, and set up a tent over six seats.&lt;br /&gt;14- Buy ninety tickets, and have a party in one of the carriages.&lt;br /&gt;15- laugh really loudly. When somebody turns to look at you, look away quickly and stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;16- When people get on the train, welcome them with a handshake and a hug.&lt;br /&gt;17- When people get off, cry and say you'll see them again... Someday.&lt;br /&gt;18- Ask people about the book they're reading.&lt;br /&gt;19- Ask people if you can borrow the book they're reading.&lt;br /&gt;20- Pretend the floor is lava.&lt;br /&gt;21- When you get on, run for a seat, while making rushing wind noises with your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;22- Pat somebody on the head and say: "Good boy!"&lt;br /&gt;23- Practice your magic on an unsuspecting commuter. Get angry when you realise your powers need to be recharged.&lt;br /&gt;24- Set up a stall and sell spatulas.&lt;br /&gt;25- Sniff uneasially, then slowly make your way to the other end of the carriage, where your nose leads you to one man. When you're uncomfortably close to him, suddenly look away and pretend you didn't do anything, as if you only just realised what your'e doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3647826395833567403?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3647826395833567403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3647826395833567403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3647826395833567403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3647826395833567403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/25-fun-things-to-do-on-train.html' title='25 fun things to do on a train'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3930684660577962175</id><published>2007-03-14T16:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:48:03.808+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>The Jabberwock</title><content type='html'>`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves&lt;br /&gt;Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:&lt;br /&gt;All mimsy were the borogoves,&lt;br /&gt;And the mome raths outgrabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!&lt;br /&gt;The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!&lt;br /&gt;Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun&lt;br /&gt;The frumious Bandersnatch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took his vorpal sword in hand:&lt;br /&gt;Long time the manxome foe he sought --&lt;br /&gt;So rested he by the Tumtum tree,&lt;br /&gt;And stood awhile in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as in uffish thought he stood,&lt;br /&gt;The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,&lt;br /&gt;Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,&lt;br /&gt;And burbled as it came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two! One, two! And through and through&lt;br /&gt;The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!&lt;br /&gt;He left it dead, and with its head&lt;br /&gt;He went galumphing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?&lt;br /&gt;Come to my arms, my beamish boy!&lt;br /&gt;O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'&lt;br /&gt;He chortled in his joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves&lt;br /&gt;Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;&lt;br /&gt;All mimsy were the borogoves,&lt;br /&gt;And the mome raths outgrabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Lewis Carroll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3930684660577962175?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3930684660577962175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3930684660577962175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3930684660577962175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3930684660577962175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/jabberwock.html' title='The Jabberwock'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-6978046793201609169</id><published>2007-03-02T11:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:27:13.454+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>25 things that I've done</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about how many things I've done in my life. A lot. And some of those things that I've done have been quite unique, that most other people havn't done. Well, I'll make a game of it. I've listed 25 things that I've done. Go through the list, and mark down how many of them you've done. You get one point for each thing on the list that you've done. You should get a score out of 25. My score is 25.&lt;br /&gt;So here is 25 things that I have done. I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Been overseas.&lt;br /&gt;2- Written a novel.&lt;br /&gt;3- Bathed in a bath of liquid soap.&lt;br /&gt;4- Discovered a liver, a fish, a kidney, a yabbee and a matchbox car in a bath of liquid soap.&lt;br /&gt;5- Done an aerobics routine in front of 2000 people, in an A-grade competition, and won.&lt;br /&gt;6- Taught aerobics to 30 people.&lt;br /&gt;7- Won an ultimate frisbee competition.&lt;br /&gt;8- Have covered everything in a garden individually with aluminium foil.&lt;br /&gt;9- Eaten (drunk) an entire happy meal that has been completely blended into a thick syrup.&lt;br /&gt;10- Dressed up as Barbie, Marge Simpson, a cow, Shrek, a Teddy Bear and as a Starfish Superhero, all to different parties.&lt;br /&gt;11- Listened to a joke that went for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;12- Told a joke that went for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;13- Ridden down Mt Bulla on my bike. In the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;14- Skipped around a caravan park in a Willy Wonka costume.&lt;br /&gt;15- Hidden in a cupboard for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;16- Taped somebody to a pole.&lt;br /&gt;17- Eaten a chocolate picnic bar that was sitting in a toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;19- Proposed to someone.&lt;br /&gt;20- Danced a choreographed dance in the middle of a main road, with fifty other people.&lt;br /&gt;21- Watched all three Lord of the Rings extended editions in a row.&lt;br /&gt;22- Roller skated at a roller skating rink in seventies clothes.&lt;br /&gt;23- Been sold as a slave for a day.&lt;br /&gt;24- Filled a room with balloons.&lt;br /&gt;25- Made this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are much more, but these are just the first 25 things that have come to my head. If I can be bothered, I'll do another 25 some time in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;If you scored yourself, comment on this post, and tell me how much you got. I'd be intrigued to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-6978046793201609169?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/6978046793201609169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=6978046793201609169' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6978046793201609169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/6978046793201609169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/03/25-things-that-ive-done.html' title='25 things that I&apos;ve done'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-3735112924475052786</id><published>2007-02-28T19:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:54:48.998+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know the song "Tribute" by Tenacious D? Well, if you don't, they sang a song in tribute of the greatest song in the world, which they supossedly sung to a shiny demon a little while before. This clip shows that song. And a video which is mostly unrelelated. Or very related. You choose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tin6NJqQQsM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-3735112924475052786?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/3735112924475052786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=3735112924475052786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3735112924475052786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/3735112924475052786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/02/theyre-taking-hobbits-to-isengard.html' title='They&apos;re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard!'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-393677081546743336</id><published>2007-02-24T17:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:51:26.529+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>My Synesthesia</title><content type='html'>For anybody reading this, who doesn't already know, I thought it might be interesting to explain this condition I have, called synesthesia, since many people often ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;Synesthesia is basically a mental condition that affects one in approximately 2000 people. The word means joined sensation, and comes from the Greek &lt;em&gt;syn&lt;/em&gt;, meaning together, and &lt;em&gt;aistheis&lt;/em&gt;, meaning perception. Synesthetes (people with this condition) have induced perceptions that arise involuntarily, usually with one perception. It definately is a hard concept to explain, so I've included some definitions found on the internet for this condition, that might make it clearer to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A condition in which a stimulus, in addition to exciting the usual and normally located sensation, gives rise to a subjective sensation of different character or localization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A sensation produced in one modality when a stimulus is applied to another modality, as when the hearing of a certain sound induces the visualization of a certain color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as when the hearing of a sound produces the visualization of a color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it is a condition where certain sensations evoke certain other sensations which would not normally be linked. Some examples of what synesthesia does to people's minds are that numbers, letters and words evoke colour sensations, that visual sensations evoke odour sensations and that touch sensations evoke taste sensations. What each synesthete experiences differ from perosn to person.&lt;br /&gt;My particular form of synesthesia is the most common form, where most types of sensory information (Letters, numbers, words, sounds, odours and shapes, and even abstract concepts like time and abstract nouns) evoke (or trigger within the mind) colours and visual imagery. I'll use letters as a simple example of how this works in my mind. The letter "A", according to my perceptions, is red, and cannot possibly be anything different. This doesn't mean taht whenever I read the letter "A", I physically see it written in red, but that "A" evokes the colour red. I do not &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; red, in the physical sense, but as soon as I see "A", I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; red, so as it might be considered more of an asscociation response. According to the various articles on this condition I have read, synesthesia doesn't affect, or rather, hinder any other aspects of life, but adds an element to my automatic perceptions that is otherwise non-existant.&lt;br /&gt;Describing this condition is very hard for me, as I do not know what it is like to not have this condition, and therefore cannot relate my position to those who do not have it. I never knew, in fact, that I even had this difference until a few years ago when I read in a Herald Sun article that people whose minds worked like this were not normal. If you want more in depth explanations as to what I'm on about, look it up on the internet or something.&lt;br /&gt;Below I have included three visual images, each are the image my mind automatially composes upon the thought of the following three abstract concepts. When a word is abstract, the image that word or concept forms in my mind is stronger than that of words that already have a visual asscociation (e.g. "tree"), and hence, I am able to accurately create on photoshop the images that are evoked by these three words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:&lt;/strong&gt; Popularity &lt;strong&gt;2:&lt;/strong&gt; Creation&lt;strong&gt; 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Tranquility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rd_ylexX-ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGxat-JcuU8/s1600-h/syn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035009634152741266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rd_ylexX-ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGxat-JcuU8/s320/syn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-393677081546743336?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/393677081546743336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=393677081546743336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/393677081546743336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/393677081546743336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-synesthesia.html' title='My Synesthesia'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ymsfj7AvQNY/Rd_ylexX-ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGxat-JcuU8/s72-c/syn3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-1760469479834306557</id><published>2007-02-18T08:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:52:38.350+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><title type='text'>25 ways to annoy canteen ladies</title><content type='html'>Have you ever got annoyed at those ladies serving food at the school canteen? Have they got annoyed at you? Well if they have, here's 25 ways to make them even more annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Wait in line for ten minutes, then take ten minutes to decide what to buy.&lt;br /&gt;2- Ask them what the ingredients of their fries are.&lt;br /&gt;3- Ask whether they cook their pizzas in oil, or their oil in pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;4- Tell them your order in French.&lt;br /&gt;5- When they tell you what price the food is, laugh hysterically and roll out of the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;6- Go up to the lady and whisper in her ear: "So, is the food edible today?"&lt;br /&gt;7- Try and trade your blazer for a meat pie. It that fails, offer your shirt as well.&lt;br /&gt;8- Pay in five cent pieces.&lt;br /&gt;9- Pay with a hundred dollar note.&lt;br /&gt;10- When you get to the counter, slap them and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;11- Haggle for the price.&lt;br /&gt;12- Tell them your father would be very dissapointed in them if they didn't offer you free food.&lt;br /&gt;13- Ask sincerely about what is in their dim sims.&lt;br /&gt;14- Buy $5 worth of lolly snakes, and tell them you want an even amount of each colour.&lt;br /&gt;15- Buy a 250mL drink, and tell them to pour it into a measuring cup first, to make sure you're not getting ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;16- If there's less than 250mL, storm off in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;17- If there's more than 250mL, complain that they're trying to poison you with liquid overdoses.&lt;br /&gt;18- If there's exactly 250mL, start crying and say that you were once told that nobody was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;19- Stop still infront of the counter, sniff uneasially, and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;20- Spin around on the spot while ordering.&lt;br /&gt;21- Every time they ask you what you want, yell loudly, and tell then complain that they didn't ask you for what you want. When they say that they did, tell them you didn't hear them.&lt;br /&gt;22-  Stand second in line, and continually let people go infront of you.&lt;br /&gt;23- Ask them out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;24- Ask for a pie, and when they give it to you, throw it onto the floor, and requst another.&lt;br /&gt;25- Buy a bottle of drink, leave, drink it, then return and ask for a refill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-1760469479834306557?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/1760469479834306557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=1760469479834306557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/1760469479834306557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/1760469479834306557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/02/25-ways-to-annoy-canteen-ladies.html' title='25 ways to annoy canteen ladies'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-4583892340884350595</id><published>2007-02-05T21:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:54:49.012+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Australia means to me...</title><content type='html'>There was a competition run by the age a little while ago, for school students interested in english. It required the students to write a piece of exactly fifty words explaining why they lvoe living in Australia. We were given forms, with fifty boxes to put the words in, and then we sent them to the Age, via post, or whatever. This is the fifty word masterpiece that I wrote: (I actrually seriously wrote this, word for word, and sent it into the Age!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Australia means to me: a tree, a bee, a fly and a flea. It's a cup of tea, some iced coffee, and a government fee. In this hypocracy of psychology, in a desparate plea of insanity, here is my philosophy, that's what australia means to me. Wee. Woopee. Wee. Woopee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about it, because, believe it or not, I didn't win the competition. How sad. Now, if you want to complain to the Age about not letting this fine fifty word piece win, you can contact them at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hate.com/"&gt;www.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ihatetheagebecauseididntwintheirstupid/"&gt;ihatetheagebecauseididntwintheirstupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ihatetheagebecauseididntwintheirstupid"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.competitionwhichwasforlosers.com.au"&gt;competitionwhichwasforlosers.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-4583892340884350595?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/4583892340884350595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=4583892340884350595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4583892340884350595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/4583892340884350595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/02/australia-means-to-me.html' title='Australia means to me...'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-117003411593857579</id><published>2007-01-29T12:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:52:47.126+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Read it NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7979/4153/320/992576/gammanatitle.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Availiable on the net as a serial story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.gammana.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.gammana.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7979/4153/320/722302/tilegamma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-117003411593857579?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/117003411593857579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=117003411593857579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/117003411593857579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/117003411593857579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/01/read-it-now.html' title='Read it NOW!'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-117002509900701740</id><published>2007-01-29T09:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:31:47.436+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>The Nature of Fact</title><content type='html'>'Very well,' said this gentleman, briskly smiling, and folding his arms. 'That's a horse. Now, let me ask you girls and boys, Would you paper a room with representations of horses?'&lt;br /&gt;After a pause, one half of the children cried in chorus, 'Yes, sir!' Upon which the other half, seeing in the gentleman's face that Yes was wrong, cried out in chorus, 'No, sir!' - as the custom is, in these examinations.&lt;br /&gt;'Of course, No. Why wouldn't you?'&lt;br /&gt;A pause. One corpulent slow boy, with a wheezy manner of breathing, ventured the answer, Because he wouldn't paper a room at all, but would paint it.&lt;br /&gt;'You &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; paper it,' said Thomas Gradgrind, 'whether you like it or not. Don't tell &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; you wouldn't paper it. What do you mean, boy?'&lt;br /&gt;'I'll explain to you, then,' said the gentleman, after another and dismal pause, 'why you wouldn't paper a room with representations of horses. Do you ever see horses walking up and down the sides of rooms in reality - in fact? Do you?&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, sir!' from one half. 'No, sir!' from the other.&lt;br /&gt;'Of course no,' said the gentleman, with an indignant look at the wrong half. 'Why, then, are you to see anywhere, what you don't see in fact; you are not to have anywhere, what you don't have in fact. What is called Taste, is only another name for Fact.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Dickens, with his portrayal of Fact to school children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-117002509900701740?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/117002509900701740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=117002509900701740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/117002509900701740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/117002509900701740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2007/01/nature-of-fact.html' title='The Nature of Fact'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-116358900736277920</id><published>2006-11-15T21:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:54:49.013+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jono&apos;s Favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>Do not eat that orange</title><content type='html'>Fred, I said Fred.&lt;br /&gt;Before you go to bed:&lt;br /&gt;Do not eat that orange,&lt;br /&gt;Or you will wind up dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can eat an apple now.&lt;br /&gt;You can even eat a cow.&lt;br /&gt;But do not eat that orange.&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask why or how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend, my friend" you said.&lt;br /&gt;"I do not want to be dead!&lt;br /&gt;But let me eat that orange,&lt;br /&gt;Before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat ham, steak or cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Devour whatever you please!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing this to taunt,&lt;br /&gt;to bully, to prank or to tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it once, understand?&lt;br /&gt;And will sing in aloud, in a band!&lt;br /&gt;You must, right now, do what I say.&lt;br /&gt;You must heed my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred, just listen carefully to me.&lt;br /&gt;What more could you possibly want to be?&lt;br /&gt;An orange will not change your looks.&lt;br /&gt;So do not eat it, it's bad, don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred, I said Fred!&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with your head?&lt;br /&gt;Do not eat that orange,&lt;br /&gt;before you go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jonathan Croxford, 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-116358900736277920?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/116358900736277920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=116358900736277920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/116358900736277920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/116358900736277920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-not-eat-that-orange.html' title='Do not eat that orange'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-116289701766731169</id><published>2006-11-07T21:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:48:03.810+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>The Destruction of Words</title><content type='html'>'It's a beatutiful thing, the destruction of words. Of course the great wastage is in the verbs and adjectives, but there are hundreds of nouns that can be got rid of as well. It isn't only the synonyms; there are also the antonyms. After all, what justification is there for a word which is simply the opposite of some other word? A word contains its opposite in itself. Take "good", for isntance. If you have a word like "good", what need is there for a word like"bad"? "Ungood" will do just as well--better, because it's an exact opposite, which the other is not. Or again, if you want a stronger version of "good", what sense is there in having a whole string of vague useless words like "excellent" and "splendid" and all the rest of them? "Plusgood" covers the meaning; or "doubleplusgood" if you want something stronger still. Of course we use those forms already, but in the final version of Newspeak there'll be nothing else. In the end the whole notion of goodness and badness will be covered by only six words--in reality, only one word. Don't you see the beauty of that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Orwell, in describing Newspeak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-116289701766731169?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/116289701766731169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=116289701766731169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/116289701766731169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/116289701766731169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2006/11/destruction-of-words.html' title='The Destruction of Words'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-116270045893064984</id><published>2006-11-05T15:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:29:46.890+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><title type='text'>1 = 2</title><content type='html'>The world has just been proven wrong by Jono once again. Mathematics is wrong! WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;Now, why is Jono justified in telling you this? I know, because I am Jono. For any student or ex-student of maths who knew what they were doing should understand these simple steps of algebra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a = b         (Fair enough, right?)&lt;br /&gt;2. a^2 = ab         (Basic algebra)&lt;br /&gt;3. a^2-b^2 = ab - b^2&lt;br /&gt;4. (a-b)(a+b) = b(a-b)&lt;br /&gt;5. (a+b) = b&lt;br /&gt;6. a+b = b&lt;br /&gt;7. And since a = b:      2a = a&lt;br /&gt;8. 2 = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence, jono has proven mathematically that 2 =1. But to all those smart specialist students who might like to tell me: "Jono, you can't divide by zero!", I say: "Shut up." My theory works! Say otherwise and I will destroy you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-116270045893064984?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/116270045893064984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=116270045893064984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/116270045893064984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/116270045893064984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-2.html' title='1 = 2'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37050025.post-116253200801727278</id><published>2006-11-03T16:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:51:26.530+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaguely Humorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>Once, there was Jono, before that, they had not invented the word "Best".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the fantastic blog of Jono Croxford. Here you will undergo thrills, excitements and near-death experiences, so long as you continue to read. As part of this first blog, I will make known a few truths that must be understood before reading on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chances are, Jono knows more about things than you. If he doesn't, then you are weird.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you sell fundraising chocolates, Jono can buy them for 50c.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you do not sell fundraising chocolates, you must begin to sell them.&lt;br /&gt;4. So long as you are reading this, Jono is the center of your attention.&lt;br /&gt;5. There is no reason why, at any given moment, you should not be buying a present for Jono.&lt;br /&gt;6. If Jono has a problem, you can fix it for him.&lt;br /&gt;7. If jono does &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; have a problem, do not give him one.&lt;br /&gt;8. In no way is Jono affiliated with the high revenue washing machine tablet product: "Jonofiz".&lt;br /&gt;9. In no way is Jono affiliated with the words "less", "not" and "bad".&lt;br /&gt;10. If Jono was playing chess with you, you would let him win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37050025-116253200801727278?l=jonocroxford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/feeds/116253200801727278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37050025&amp;postID=116253200801727278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/116253200801727278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37050025/posts/default/116253200801727278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonocroxford.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>Jono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702831946214453736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6PAEndvKV0/Td5VJS0IgFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BQgi0Cd6H8k/s220/profilepic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
