<?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-1236222417836616462</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:59:46.494-08:00</updated><category term='Butthead'/><category term='CTV'/><category term='Muchmusic'/><category term='Beavis'/><category term='Broadcasting'/><category term='Dark Rising'/><category term='north.light theatre'/><category term='movies'/><category term='creator'/><category term='robot'/><category term='new'/><category term='woman'/><category term='music shows'/><category term='GLOBAL'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='Muchmusic countdown'/><category term='webseries'/><category term='ACTRA'/><category term='gods car leaves'/><category term='Canadian'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='class'/><category term='thebigshibam'/><category term='Nipissing Canadore Messed Up Mind MUMOMM blog'/><category term='nationalism'/><category term='CBC'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='massacre'/><category term='acting'/><category term='Gumby'/><category term='film'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Matti McLean'/><category term='writing'/><category term='learning'/><category term='India'/><category term='routine'/><category term='Cher'/><title type='text'>The MESSED up MIND of Matt McLean</title><subtitle type='html'>What do you get when you cross a man with way to much on his plate, the internet and the chance to win money? 
A blog. 
Deal with it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-3577153827821679051</id><published>2010-08-14T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:00:39.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebigshibam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matti McLean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nipissing Canadore Messed Up Mind MUMOMM blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webseries'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>www.findthebutterfly.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This webseries is consuming my life...&lt;br /&gt;AND I LIKE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-3577153827821679051?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/3577153827821679051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=3577153827821679051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3577153827821679051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3577153827821679051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/08/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-8678719752056653273</id><published>2010-07-12T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:31:18.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muchmusic countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beavis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butthead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gumby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muchmusic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cher'/><title type='text'>Beavis and Butthead... and CHER?!</title><content type='html'>So, when on late at night... what does one do?&lt;br /&gt;I get curious, so I decided to check out Muchmusic.com... Remember when they used to play music? Wasn't that awesome?&lt;br /&gt;So I get there, and check out the countdown and realize I know maybe four or five of the songs on the list, when I realize... dude... They have the entire archives of Much Music Countdown on the website.&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the first time I watched a music video, which would be peaches by the Presidents of the United States of America... and then I realized... dude, that would've been 1996. I missed out on the entire first half of the decade!&lt;br /&gt;So I started to pick random numbers and dates to see what gems I could find...&lt;br /&gt;And man... Did you guys even realize THIS existed?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axpoBDAHOEk&lt;br /&gt;Not only did it exist... but IT'S A NUMBER ONE HIT ON THE MUCHMUSIC COUNTDOWN! The song actually beat out the Cranberries "Linger"&lt;br /&gt;Now honestly, which of those two songs would you rather listen to?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, the date was Feb. 11, 1994 on their archives.&lt;br /&gt;I mean really? How many kids even know who Beavis and Butthead are now? I only know because I was old enough to catch the tail end of it. They're the new Gumby!&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that was SO incredibly weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-8678719752056653273?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/8678719752056653273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=8678719752056653273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8678719752056653273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8678719752056653273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/07/beavis-and-butthead-and-cher.html' title='Beavis and Butthead... and CHER?!'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-7036726478042165334</id><published>2010-06-19T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:56:50.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My top ten movies</title><content type='html'>What do my favorite movies say about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;9) Twister&lt;br /&gt;8) Connie and Carla&lt;br /&gt;7) Death at a Funeral (the REAL version, not the black one)&lt;br /&gt;6) Sister Act&lt;br /&gt;5) WALL-E&lt;br /&gt;4) Naked Gun&lt;br /&gt;3) Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;2) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;1) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if this is my definitive list really:&lt;br /&gt;Two involve performing (Three if you include Hunchback), at least half are comedies, two are Pixar...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am now and forever will be a kid at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-7036726478042165334?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/7036726478042165334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=7036726478042165334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7036726478042165334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7036726478042165334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-top-ten-movies.html' title='My top ten movies'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-8436944634437488005</id><published>2010-06-01T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:38:47.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CTV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACTRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GLOBAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadcasting'/><title type='text'>No TV 4 U and ME</title><content type='html'>I am not normally a political person. I don't think that I should have any chance to say how or why someone should live their life. I can make suggestions and opinions, but all in all, I feel I am thoroughly incapable of telling someone how they should live their life.&lt;br /&gt;However, there is one thing that lately I have become rather adamant about. I am Canadian. This is a statement that I am proud of. I believe Canadians are just, intelligent and capable. I believe that Canada as a whole needs to stop kneeling down to the other countries that believe themselves to be superior for no other reason then the almighty dollar. Nothing solidified my Canadian national pride better then the Vancouver 2010 Olympic Games. We won. Canadians went from the meek, unassuming country to the proud, boisterous party animal that we deserve to be. I'm not saying we should flaunt and brag that we're the best country in the world, after all a wise man did once tell me that pride can be as ugly as shame, (although I am proud to say that in my mind, there is no other place I would prefer to be) but I do think at some point we have to stop apologizing for wanting to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;What has really been grinding my gears lately is the fact that our major Canadian broadcasting companies import nearly all of their shows. Think of your favorite shows: Lost, Grey's Anatomy, House... Why are all of our shows imported from the States? If anything shows like Flashpoint, Little Mosque and Corner Gas have taught us that we can do quality television here in Canada so why are these still the only shows that Canada seems to produce?&lt;br /&gt;My idea is radical, but why don't we find a large scale Canadian broadcasting company that actually produces, airs and promotes Canadian shows?&lt;br /&gt;The idea is so radically opposed by people who are already up in arms at one idea: Whats wrong with the shows that are already on these stations?&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is: Well, nothing. House is amazing. Lost was one of the weirdest and most creative television shows to come out... ever really. Women love Grey's Anatomy (even though I may not...) Many of these shows are quality programs.&lt;br /&gt;The problem lies in the simple fact that Canada is being treated a lot like a sucker. Our money, which we are gladly giving to these broadcasting companies, is going to pay for programs from the States.&lt;br /&gt;Why is this a problem? Well to put it bluntly, it means that Canada once again is allowing the world to treat Canada like it's second best. They're allowing our money to be spent on products that may entertain us, but do not benefit us in any way shape or form down the line.&lt;br /&gt;So what? So what's the big deal anyway? Americans make good programs. Shouldn't they deserve the money?&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, some of the programs deserve to be on television. But not Canadian television. Think about it, many American broadcasting channels are now broadcasting in Canada. It's not uncommon with the advent of satellite dishes to be able to pick up a show from many, MANY different channels at the same time. Why do Canadian stations CHOOSE to share their ratings with these shows while bold new Candian drama like Shattered (which despite being ANOTHER Canadian cop drama, actually sounds somewhat interesting) is shoveled into the Friday night death slot?&lt;br /&gt;The main problem with this is that money that could be used to fuel Canadian television, to put a face and a voice to Canadian culture and to allow us to yell our voice far and wide and broadcast it to the world, is being sequestered and is left dying and dehydrated in the corner. If we don't produce Canadian television, and Canadian films, how can we be expected to grow an industry? How can we prosper when we know that even if we pull a Midas, it'll be shoveled into a death slot and ignored.&lt;br /&gt;We need to start producing Canadian works. We need to start promoting Canadian works. We need to start watching Canadian works. But perhaps the most important piece is the fact that we need to start DEMANDING Canadian works. If we don't demand it, and support it, then it will fail. But at least you'll be able to comfort yourself with quality American reality shows. Survivor season 21 anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-8436944634437488005?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/8436944634437488005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=8436944634437488005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8436944634437488005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8436944634437488005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-tv-4-u-and-me.html' title='No TV 4 U and ME'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-1258406634505237507</id><published>2010-05-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:08:40.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emails</title><content type='html'>I remember a time when my emails used to be more then just junk mail. When did Facebook take the place of good old fashioned regular communication? Today I deleted my entire inbox, and it's amazing how different you feel when you do. Over 2000 messages from the past four years that I never had the heart to delete before disappeared at the click of a button... and now I just feel strange. But I feel I'm at a time in my life where I might just need to cut out the past and move forward. It's about time I did I think. There's nothing wrong with being nostalgic, but when you're living your life looking over your shoulder it's time to let it go I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-1258406634505237507?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/1258406634505237507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=1258406634505237507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1258406634505237507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1258406634505237507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/05/emails.html' title='Emails'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5874571173174960616</id><published>2010-04-22T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:26:53.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massacre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matti McLean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gods car leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north.light theatre'/><title type='text'>10 Things that will happen in a North.Light theatre show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/S9ChtnNDLWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/A9uODfgFQxQ/s1600/massgodposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 493px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/S9ChtnNDLWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/A9uODfgFQxQ/s200/massgodposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463044152990313826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that will happen in a North.Light show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Men will dress as women&lt;br /&gt;9) Women will complain about the yellow dress&lt;br /&gt;8) At some point, someone will be attacked with a banana&lt;br /&gt;7) At some point, the writer will be insulted&lt;br /&gt;6) At some point, the director will be insulted&lt;br /&gt;5) There will be an abundance of Stage Managers&lt;br /&gt;4) Cheesy music will be played, and forcibly enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;3) The lights will be blinding, and the actors will complain&lt;br /&gt;2) People will drop out&lt;br /&gt;1) Despite everything people will still love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5874571173174960616?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5874571173174960616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5874571173174960616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5874571173174960616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5874571173174960616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-things-that-will-happen-in.html' title='10 Things that will happen in a North.Light theatre show'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/S9ChtnNDLWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/A9uODfgFQxQ/s72-c/massgodposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5340831126201376475</id><published>2010-04-11T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:09:45.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/S8JkAVCFOWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cm0OY3AZH9Y/s1600/massacre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/S8JkAVCFOWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cm0OY3AZH9Y/s200/massacre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459035655135115618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next exam is tomorrow. So that's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Funny to think that English tends to matter for one week at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Usually that week corresponds to exam week. Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am facing a big mass of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I have two shows coming up so that's exciting! If you're in town from April 22-24 be sure to come out and see Massacre and Gods Car Leaves at Veritasse. They're funny! And the price is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to Survivor lately. I freaking love that show. It's just grand.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what to do next. Tired as can be.&lt;br /&gt;I keep meaning to make a meaningful entry but can't seem to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all those interested: You should come see this. It's grand.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=102065773168907&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5340831126201376475?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5340831126201376475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5340831126201376475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5340831126201376475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5340831126201376475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-next-exam-is-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/S8JkAVCFOWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cm0OY3AZH9Y/s72-c/massacre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-1166736276532790879</id><published>2010-04-09T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:22:02.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massacre</title><content type='html'>Massacre is going to be a movie. I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;So in order to do this... I need to make some money. Some serious coin if you will. And fast...&lt;br /&gt;Time to start saving those pennies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm hoping for a small cast of about 8, but hoping to have plenty of walk on roles for people to actually get their ACTRA in this city. Wouldn't that be great if we could create our own industry here in the city? I dream big...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-1166736276532790879?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/1166736276532790879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=1166736276532790879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1166736276532790879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1166736276532790879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/04/massacre.html' title='Massacre'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-3923056114223802704</id><published>2010-04-05T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:05:11.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... As far as life goes this past week has been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;First point of interest is I have had a MASSIVE throat infection which is neither flattering nor pleasant. After getting some antibiotics I am not right as rain again... It would have been great had it not been for the pink eye... In both eyes. THAT sucked. So I didn't get my chance to head out to my parents house to play with my nephew... That was unfortunate but I'll see him soon enough...&lt;br /&gt;Well I did find out that it's nearly impossible for people to remember anything before the age of five because our brains are not developed enough to store long term memory.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;So this week my goal is to finish my screenplay, read everything I need to for my exams (I have TWO this weekend. SO ANGRY- on a weekend! Who does that?) and to actually begin the groundwork for getting my movie made. I'm pretty excited... Shoot, I still need to pay ACTRA... DARN IT!&lt;br /&gt;I have good news! I have two shows coming up this month! We've paired Massacre with Gods Car Leaves and it's going to be EPIC!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of caps today.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-3923056114223802704?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/3923056114223802704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=3923056114223802704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3923056114223802704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3923056114223802704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5688552953670346633</id><published>2010-03-15T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:27:12.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nationalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Rising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north.light theatre'/><title type='text'>Oh Canada</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've become a feirce nationalist. Something about the Olympics resonated with me on a deep level. Not the fact that we were winning (We did kick some serious ass mind you), but the fact that is was all happening here in Canada... we were watching our country make history, and that's just exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, I realized just how much I do love this country. I remember that for as long as I've been acting people have said things like "Oh, so are you going to move to LA?" or "So when will we see you in New York?" and my answer has always been the same. Why? Why do I want to leave the country that has given me so much and allowed me to do as much as I have to this point.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Canada is rife with competition, but I've always been a fan with doing things in atypical ways. Instead of going out for shows, I've created my own, and have now directed three fabulous musicals, and will have two more under my belt by the time May rolls around. The thing I really enjoy about it, is the undeniable joy I get to experience doing them. They may not have the budget, or the talent pool of bigger productions, but my shows have heart, and talent that is not dependant on the size of the city. My shows have been (without sounding arrogant mind you) Excellent, and if you haven't got a chance to see them, then you have truly missed something unique and special.&lt;br /&gt;Doing these things, I've learnt that it's best to work with what you've got. I have access to hilarious people who are driven to do better and I get the joy of working with them and watching them grow as creative dynamos.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of the work I've done here, and I see no reason why I need to go anywhere else to find "My calling" as an actor. I refuse to believe that my destiny is waiting for me off in the States somewhere, when what I'm doing now, here, in this city, is unique and important. And above all else, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;"If your ship doesn't come in, swim out to it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5688552953670346633?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5688552953670346633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5688552953670346633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5688552953670346633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5688552953670346633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-canada.html' title='Oh Canada'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5320192171302663547</id><published>2010-03-08T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:50:40.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is busy... trust me...</title><content type='html'>I like how my last post was all about being new and exciting...&lt;br /&gt;And yet I still can't manage to post anything on a consistent basis...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5320192171302663547?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5320192171302663547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5320192171302663547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5320192171302663547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5320192171302663547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-busy-trust-me.html' title='Life is busy... trust me...'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-3014940988678716654</id><published>2010-02-10T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:05:39.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><title type='text'>Do It New</title><content type='html'>My teacher asked a curious question to the class today.&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anyone here who has bought something new this week? Something you have never bought before?"&lt;br /&gt;In a class of 100 people, three people said yes.&lt;br /&gt;3% of our classroom has tried something new this week.&lt;br /&gt;To me that's not only odd, but kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;Are we all so mechanized in our daily routines that we walk through our waking hours with the same new items, bought for the same old reasons and fighting over the same old things as we ever have?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm hitting a certain point in my life where I'm realizing that everything in my life seems to be settling on some kind of path that's leading me... somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could more specific then that, but everyday things are becoming more mechanical, more robotic, more bland...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go buy something I've never bought before. Make my life more exciting... Like a blue freezie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-3014940988678716654?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/3014940988678716654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=3014940988678716654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3014940988678716654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3014940988678716654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-it-new.html' title='Do It New'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-4329302417658140895</id><published>2010-01-27T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:32:10.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Doug Work</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back at the loft where Dark Rising was filmed. And it's nice. A part of me really enjoys coming here. It's a feeling very similar to coming home, or going back to a place with fond memories with a few of people who made those memories so fond. Sometimes, when life is getting a little bit stressful, returning to the good moments is one of the best things you can do.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm writing my essay for British Literature, Andrew is slowing putting the pieces of Dark Rising together, and Doug is building a digital car.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how he does it, but this man is like superman. I'm serious, he does everything.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of awesome being able just to sit as the sounds of Brigitte and Katherine fill the background. And lots of clicking.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us aren't talking much, but it's a comfortable silence. And in their case, a far more stressful one then in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In two hours, I leave to go teach yoga and hip hop at the studio tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how Doug does it. He's literally rotating a view around close to 200 times, all for one microsecond of cgi work that, if it's done well, no one will notice. Kind of mind blowing in it's own way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a random post about nothing. But I found the moment worth cherishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-4329302417658140895?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/4329302417658140895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=4329302417658140895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/4329302417658140895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/4329302417658140895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/01/watching-doug-work.html' title='Watching Doug Work'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5771230824721709886</id><published>2010-01-20T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:18:21.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Rising'/><title type='text'>Movies and Me</title><content type='html'>I want this. I really, really want this. &lt;div&gt;I found a movie today and it really resonated with me. It was the story of the adolescence I wish I'd had. Everything about it was beautiful, poignant and moving. The story of a down on his luck man taking care of his alcoholic sister, a drugged out father and his five year old nephew who finds love and meaning. All the in the process of an hour and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a special movie, and it really got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note- I'm not saying the name of the movie because that's not important. It's the resonance it had on me. It was the story of a life I wish I could have lived. Movies should inspire you, but for me, that inspiration is a double edged sword. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, movies are great. They're wonderful at communicating entertainment, relationships, fantasy... Anything you want to do you can do it on screen now... In 3D no less, but when I watch movies I feel a pain in the lowest bowels of my soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a movie and think, "I want to do that. I want this life. I want to sink my teeth into my next part. I want to do more. I must do more..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't be more proud of the work I've done on Dark Rising, and I've had so much fun doing the shoots and getting to know so many excellent people... But I'm not entirely satisfied. I've become a monster, and I can't wait to sink my teeth into my next part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's the reason why I feel like doing three plays this spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes three plays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so psyched to do them too. It's going to be great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still... a part of me is writhing on the inside. I just want to do movies. Forever. And never quit. And never not be working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that so wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do it all while I'm still young and capable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5771230824721709886?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5771230824721709886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5771230824721709886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5771230824721709886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5771230824721709886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies-and-me.html' title='Movies and Me'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-7759657372349886386</id><published>2009-12-26T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:50:58.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north.light theatre'/><title type='text'>The problem with Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SzYw2na_lrI/AAAAAAAAADw/EKom5xZsxzk/s1600-h/rosie_the_riveter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SzYw2na_lrI/AAAAAAAAADw/EKom5xZsxzk/s200/rosie_the_riveter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419572916440241842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman- The play that's killing me softly&lt;div&gt;So me being all ambitious and such decided that I was going to write a play based on the Lysistrata and have it done by January. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was I thinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm writing this play and am constantly thinking it's not good enough. I'm not exploring the characters enough. I don't have enough songs. The characters are flat and not getting the breadth and dimension they so deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, I can't stop writing it otherwise I'll be labeled a quitter by... Myself. And that's just not cool... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh please tell me it's cool to quit. That would be AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I got this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One play coming right up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope my leading lady can memorize lines like no ones business... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-7759657372349886386?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/7759657372349886386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=7759657372349886386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7759657372349886386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7759657372349886386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/12/woman-play-thats-killing-me-softly-so.html' title='The problem with Woman'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SzYw2na_lrI/AAAAAAAAADw/EKom5xZsxzk/s72-c/rosie_the_riveter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-795622016710182797</id><published>2009-12-18T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:17:13.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thebigshibam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matti McLean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Rising'/><title type='text'>Dark Rising: The savage tales of Matti McLean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zombiespirit.com/storage/post-images/5hl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.zombiespirit.com/storage/post-images/5hl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fine until I read Doug's blog, then the horrible, horrible truth hit me all at once like a snowball filled with delicious rocks. &lt;div&gt;It's almost over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first major tv AND movie role, (Ironically the same part) is almost done, and that is just incredibly depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole cast and crew of Dark Rising has been such a huge, HUGE blessing to me and what they've allowed me to do (get away with) is really mind blowing. For instance, I highly doubt many directors would let you write scenes for your character, much less write an entire episode. Andrew has been awesome, and I've realized how quickly I've grown too close to the cast and the crew of this series. Everyday on set has been a pleasure and it's just been wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I guess I just have to keep writing eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dark Rising: The Savage Tales of Summer Vale is due to begin airing in June, (June really? I mean there IS a halloween and Christmas episode... ANYWAY...) and the movie Dark Rising 2: Summer Strikes Back is due out in September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trust me when I say I'll be giving you regular updates. Exciting isn't it? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-795622016710182797?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/795622016710182797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=795622016710182797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/795622016710182797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/795622016710182797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/12/dark-rising-savage-tales-of-matti.html' title='Dark Rising: The savage tales of Matti McLean'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-6627727290340256155</id><published>2009-12-16T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:30:01.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have to write this play for January... but I have not wrote it yet. &lt;div&gt;Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is a good question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life has gone from absurdly busy to completely open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly I'm finding it hard to do anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that the more stuff you have to do, the more stuff you feel you can get done? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is that just me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just a little... lost? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woman: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a play about... women. That's all I got so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm lying again, but trust me, this story is going to be quite a bit more interesting then even I'm giving it credit for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-6627727290340256155?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/6627727290340256155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=6627727290340256155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6627727290340256155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6627727290340256155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-have-to-write-this-play-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-1646284489657035868</id><published>2009-12-10T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:21:25.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Rising Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, there's this movie called Dark Rising.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 735px;" src="http://www.alalamiyah.com/up/images/fl7ml1y3bszk32oobfdc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't seen it, I have to recommend it to you. Not because it's the best movie ever made. Not because Brigitte is hot on the cover (yes Andrew, I said it) Not because of any superficial reason really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But because of these people, I am acting again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To prove how long it's been since I posted regularly on this perhaps I should take a step back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two summers ago- I moved to Toronto to try to act. In the process, the agency I was with fell apart, the only acting job I found was with a small home movie and I went broke by working one shift a week at EB Games. (If that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all I came back home deciding to push the idea of acting out of my mind and just focus on going back to school. It was good for the first year, but I still missed acting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a result I went and tried to get two plays that I wrote going, but both fell apart before we could really get the shows on the road. Feeling defeated, agitated and frustrated I decided to just put theatre out of sight and out of mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, this fall everything changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually began to work through a couple things. I was feeling frustrated with school, which unfortunately hasn't dissipated fully, although it has improved. Something I must talk about next time. Remind me? But after some small things, (and not so small things like Love*Fool), I found a little advertisement for an audition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking nothing of it, I auditioned for a movie called Dark Rising 2: Summer Strikes Back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they liked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean they REALLY liked me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The coolest thing is they liked me enough to hire me. But not only that. They liked me enough to help me get my full ACTRA (The Canadian Screen Union)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've taught me so much, given me more, and really fueled the fire for my acting again. It's pretty wicked awesome cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to share more with y'all but needless to say things are looking up. Which is just awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1236222417836616462-1646284489657035868?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/1646284489657035868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=1646284489657035868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1646284489657035868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1646284489657035868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/12/dark-rising-truth.html' title='The Dark Rising Truth'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5313020905264420074</id><published>2009-12-08T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:29:20.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Unstuck</title><content type='html'>For the longest time I have felt stuck. &lt;div&gt;I have felt no need to update this blog for the longest time because I have had no need to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been no need to express myself as nothing has happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I feel there are a few things I need to express. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Countoff: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Dark Rising- and the tale of the awesomeness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't seen the movie Dark Rising, you should definitely check it out. And I have no ulterior motive for saying this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full story to come soon ;) It's a good one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This show is my ultimate guilty pleasure. I want to be on it. I want to be it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know the writing is not up to par. But it's still charming. It's a great little show, ten times more exciting then the other shows that exist today. Well that's not entirely true... but it's still fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm writing again! I restarted my invisible war trilogy and dividing it into a five part mini-series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on that to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah... I guess this equivocates to a teaser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But trust me... things get good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5313020905264420074?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5313020905264420074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5313020905264420074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5313020905264420074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5313020905264420074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-unstuck.html' title='Being Unstuck'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5540896227757971587</id><published>2009-05-02T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:59:08.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Conversation Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(*) SOMEONE (*) says: (8:52:42 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you feel causing some hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brel says: (8:52:53 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*) SOMEONE (*) says: (8:53:12 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;add yourself to the traditional Marriage fan page and  add some gay marriage pics to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*) SOMEONE (*) says: (8:53:19 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some fun with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brel says: (8:53:24 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh... ok. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*) SOMEONE (*) says: (8:53:34 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*) SOMEONE (*) says: (8:53:45 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because traditon marriage is a scam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brel says: (8:53:57 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call it opposite mariage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*) SOMEONE (*) says: (8:54:10 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's basically a homophobic group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brel says: (8:54:27 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it's not like they're forcing you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brel says: (8:55:00 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My theory is they aren't pushing it in my face, I don't think I should go out of my way to distort someone else's beliefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brel says: (8:55:28 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they were, I'd retaliate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*) SOMEONE (*) says: (8:55:31 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suit yourself - but you're breeding homophobes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brel says: (8:55:41 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I'm not breeding. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (*) SOMEONE (*) has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST CONVERSATION EVER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5540896227757971587?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5540896227757971587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5540896227757971587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5540896227757971587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5540896227757971587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-conversation-ever.html' title='Best Conversation Ever.'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-6645921013040144614</id><published>2009-04-26T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:12:28.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... as it turns out I'm still messed up. No surprise there really. But I've decided I really want to make a blog that fills you with that warm fuzzy sensation of those things we all know and love. So if you ever want that warm and fuzzy flirty feeling: Feel free to check it out&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;severelylikeable.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-6645921013040144614?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/6645921013040144614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=6645921013040144614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6645921013040144614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6645921013040144614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-6297268716670672521</id><published>2009-04-12T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:18:51.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>When I don't write, I feel dead. &lt;br /&gt;And then I get angry.&lt;br /&gt;And then I get frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;And then I get depressed. &lt;br /&gt;And then everything else happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind blows apart at the seams at our culture. You think you know someone just because you talk to them online. You don't. How a person behaves in person is how you know someone. It's not what they say it's who they are. It's not what they do, it's who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we? As a culture where is everything even heading?&lt;br /&gt;And why do I feel so alone? You can talk to anyone, anywhere, anytime. But we don't. We're so connected. But only to ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-6297268716670672521?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/6297268716670672521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=6297268716670672521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6297268716670672521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6297268716670672521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/04/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-6517989947444197338</id><published>2009-04-06T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:12:58.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could this be the new "That's what she said?" &lt;div&gt;We can only hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2E-m21GzzLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2E-m21GzzLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/1236222417836616462-6517989947444197338?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/6517989947444197338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=6517989947444197338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6517989947444197338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6517989947444197338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-this-be-new-thats-what-she-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-9142509620370211997</id><published>2009-04-01T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:38:43.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOOOO....&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to lie, I started this group on the off chance that it would net me money. And in that regard, this blog can be looked at as a massive failure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I'm not exactly funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, this blog is Emo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly... well this blog is still emo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to improve that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoot... I was actually going to make a point this time... but I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is always getting busy before it gets better... I will be going to summer school which should be fun. Next year hopefully will be better. Maybe I'll update this more often. Maybe I'll find a niche to talk about every week like fourfour. We'll find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the upside: How freaken awesome was it when Celia got back up on the catwalk and told off Tyra on the last episode of Top Model. That was divatastic! She out bitched Kylie! That was sweet. Best ANTM diva moment since Jade existed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-9142509620370211997?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/9142509620370211997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=9142509620370211997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/9142509620370211997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/9142509620370211997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/04/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-680261275081124973</id><published>2009-03-03T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:10:24.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's the point? Seriously. Lately I've been feeling so much "What's the point" I've forgotten that at one point, I had one.&lt;br /&gt;I took art class because I've always enjoyed it and I had hoped it would help me unwind from my other, more foreign and stressful classes. Sadly this is not the case. Instead I'm stuck with getting crappy grades on projects that I like because I'm not doing them the way she wants me to. It's frustrating. I worked so hard on a poster only to get slapped in the face with a 65. Now I'm wondering what's the point in even trying if all I'm going to get from here on in is mediocre at best.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel this way about all my classes. I mean I have a theatre degree already, why do I feel the need to come back and torment myself with something I really don't need? It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, I'm finding out all of this from the other side of the world. I'm still in India about to embark on the trip back to Canada... and the experience over here has just been so inexplicably amazing. I've learned so much about charity, and beauty and even myself. This whole trip has been wonderful. I've enjoyed literally everything... and now I have to go back... Back to blockbuster. Back to school. Back to futility and drowning in mediocrity. Back to the thousand and one rejection letters from book houses and literary agents. Back to the crumbling foundations of what were once my hopes and dreams. It takes a toll on a man.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is when I figure out just how strong of a man I truly am. Aside from that I have to put up with a 8 hour flight to frankfurt and that should be bad enough without having to have another 8 hour flight to Toronto directly after.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Why are my posts always so emo?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll figure this school thing out.&lt;br /&gt;On brighter news, I'm finding my own place! My parents sold the house so I'm on the prowl for a new place. It'll be nice being out on my own again. And not nice. But I'm hoping for good things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-680261275081124973?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/680261275081124973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=680261275081124973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/680261275081124973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/680261275081124973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-point-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-7786920237005050277</id><published>2009-02-23T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:01:52.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Message from Dehli</title><content type='html'>For those of you who follow me, (When I'm not being emo and the so on and so forth and suchlike) You will realize that I'm in India. Like the actual India. Like Jungle Book, Hinduism India. It's AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled through Dehli now and seen a plethora of temples. I've met Vishnu and Ganesha (Sorry Susan, don't have any photos) at a temple that was absolutely covered in Swastikas so that was interesting. Been to the markets, and I've seen India gate... It's a lot of memorials and monuments that photos really don't do justice too.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fully explain the driving situation...  but it defies words. TERRIFYING comes to mind. These roads literally look like a child scribbled them onto a hillside. You're turning literally every twenty feet, and these cabbies are suicidal. They know no bounds. You will twist and turn and get sick as they turn up the serpentine mountains and you blow your chunks over all the road.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, they drive on the other side of the road here... where it's marked at least.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Easily the best part of the trip so far has to be heading up to Almora. From Dehli you take an eight hour train ride north to the mountains, the himalayas to be exact, and after drving four hours into the hills (on aforementioned serpentine hills) you arrive at this most beautiful city built all over the sides of a mountain. Literally it can drop off a thousand feet on either side of a house. It's really a site to behold.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the pastor, David Moses (Hows THAT for a biblical name) has a scooter, and he took me for a ride through this Himalayan path. The views of those mountains is beyond what words can say. The forests are amazing, and I even got to see a leopard. Pretty cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must be off. In two days we head down to Kerala so that's going to be incredibly exciting... lets just hope my ipod stays juiced for the trip down.&lt;br /&gt;Love and miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;Matti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-7786920237005050277?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/7786920237005050277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=7786920237005050277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7786920237005050277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7786920237005050277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/02/message-from-dehli.html' title='a Message from Dehli'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-2858925920724807265</id><published>2009-02-16T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:18:35.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am, about to leave London. We're heading to Frankfurt with a changeover, and then we're officially on our way to Dehli. Man it's getting exciting. In one way I'm so excited to be heading there, but in another way, I'm still terrified. The idea of me preaching kind of terrifies me. Maybe I'll even like it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway: London was wonderful. I managed to see four amazing shows, see five seperate theatres, each of which was beautiful. Got to see three art galleries, two museums, (did you know all the galleries and museums and such are free over here? It's wonderful! you can simply walk right in and marvel at the centuries of historical items. It's awesome) and so much else it's hard to explain it all. Even just seeing the sites is a treat in itself. Seeing the eye, Buck house, big ben... the list goes on and on... I could literally talk about London forever... In fact I probably will so you'll all have to put up with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the food... Oh lord the food is wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-2858925920724807265?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/2858925920724807265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=2858925920724807265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/2858925920724807265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/2858925920724807265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-here-i-am-about-to-leave-london.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-1460210556692454892</id><published>2009-02-14T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:28:54.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>ट्रिप Diaries</title><content type='html'>These are my chronicles of my trip so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in London. The plane ride down from North Bay to Toronto was hell. I felt like we were going to be torn apart by the wind. It was so bad I don't even want to take the plane back up to North Bay. Just leave me in Toronto and I'll be fine. From there we went off to sunny London... and I love this city. I can't believe how nice it all is. We saw Jersey boys and it's unreal how much great theatre there is here. Me and my dad passed by Rowan Atkinson the other day. On the street. Did you know he's actually a real person? Who knew?! We've been to three Art Galleries and they're great, but I find that after a little while they all start to look the same. Yes it's amazing... but it's like culture overload. I can't believe how different everything is over here. Everyone walks everywhere which is really neat. There's this air of sophistication which is awesome. My dad gets annoying sometimes but whatever, I can get over it quickly. Anyway, he's pestering me to get off this so I thought I'd just do a quick note to everyone back home. I hope to see everyone soon. I miss being social with people my own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My laptop doesn't work over here, my phone doesn't work over here so I'm down to my books and my DS. This should be an interesting travel session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we head to India and I'll attempt to catch everyone up on what's happened so far. In full detail.&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-1460210556692454892?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/1460210556692454892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=1460210556692454892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1460210556692454892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1460210556692454892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/02/diaries.html' title='ट्रिप Diaries'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-7101016926595838492</id><published>2009-02-05T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:27:39.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L is a funny business</title><content type='html'>So yeah... Remember that video I had ages ago? Hot N Cold? I never realized how much this video represents my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now, I can't help but wonder, as my girl Marit did, what's going on under the surface? Is it all a show or is it for real? Is it the pills taking you up and down, or is it you? Are you actually trying to push me away or is it my mind going all Single White Female on me? Am I projecting onto you? Is this my own insecurities? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you go from hot to cold? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck why am I so pathetically desperate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now that I'm officially a needy desperate twelve year old emo tween, I might as well turn it around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a catch. Lets face it, it's true. Supremely true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like my knees. They're so bulbous and round. I dislike them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-7101016926595838492?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/7101016926595838492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=7101016926595838492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7101016926595838492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7101016926595838492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-funny-business.html' title='L is a funny business'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-2242407523877118391</id><published>2009-02-01T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:46:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things</title><content type='html'>I don't usually do these things... That's a huge lie. I always do these things. I'm supposed to tag a bunch of people, but I figure if I do the test thing this way, LOTS of people will look at it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the english language. I don't love reading, unless the story is really different and original. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would act for the rest of my life if I could. I love theatre. I've grown up on it and when I'm on stage, I feel like I'm doing something outstanding, even if the show sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been in three shows that I haven't enjoyed being in. But that's it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my dogs more then I love most people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I secretly don't mind my job at blockbuster. But somedays I want to blow up my work. And sell the charred wreckage on ebay to the idiots who shop there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are three people who have figured out where I'm ticklish. If they tell anyone I will kill them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a mama's boy. I love my parents and respect them but I still want to live on my own. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have two female singers that I adore: Alanis Morisette and Marit Larsen. Kylie is just a cover. Mylie Cyrus is slowly creeping her way into my heart. You don't know if I'm kidding or not. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite movie of all time is Josie and the Pussycats. Deal with it. It's fucking awesome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have written a couple novels. A Little Bit of Conversation in 2003, The Half Finished Act of Parson's Person in 2005, Sleepwalker in 2006, The Good Thief in 2007, Jane in the Agency in 2008 (A spy novel, still working on the title) And the Disciple Trilogy: The Invisible War in 2007, The Critical Time and the Deadly choice, both in 2008. I've also written a few plays. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every morning I have a banana wrap. They're delicious. Especially with cinnamon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always think I'm fatter then I am. I know I'm not, but hey, the price of being average. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love mint choc chip ice cream. It's amazing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to create my own touring theatre company that goes into schools and incorporates the kids into the show. That'd be AWESOME. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know a lot of random facts about completely useless things. People think I'm smart, but I've actually just surfed wikipedia. A LOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm also really smart. Wikipedia helps with that too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always hated cream eggs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to sing, but I'm never sure what I sound like or what people think of my voice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love board games. My favorite is settlers of Catan. We still totally need to do a board game night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be recognized for something. Be it write a best seller, or get a million hits on youtube... just something. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite fish/animal is the manta ray. They're the most amazing creatures in the world. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love writing. I've written poems, novels, plays... but I almost never write short fiction. I wonder what that's about. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love dancing and can swing dance. I've always loved to teach people as well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm an excellent masseuse. I was once paid $20 to give someone a massage. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Jesus. He's my first love. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go. 25 things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was oddly hard. &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/1236222417836616462-2242407523877118391?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/2242407523877118391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=2242407523877118391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/2242407523877118391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/2242407523877118391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things.html' title='25 things'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-1783605153172920153</id><published>2009-01-30T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:21:37.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am. It's already the end of January. In two weeks I leave for India and I am terrified beyond anything at the thought of it all. I guess I'm using this entry as more of a "Oh my god" entry then anything else. &lt;div&gt;I know it's not just me who feels like January is moving by at a speed that would make anyones head spin faster then Webster in his grave after the onset of lolcats. Or LoLcatz if you will. I don't know exactly how to spell it... which i suppose is the epitome of irony right there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I love? Lemurs. Lemurs make my day just a little bit brighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's this musician named Krissi and she's asked me to do a dance video for her. I'm intruiged. I might actually do it. I figure it could be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to have a point to this entry, but I see that's all gone by the wayside in favour of randomness and more randomness. What a surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next time I'll have a point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt it though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-1783605153172920153?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/1783605153172920153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=1783605153172920153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1783605153172920153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/1783605153172920153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-592816986851266471</id><published>2009-01-22T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:49:37.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In  a month, I'll be in India. &lt;div&gt;Why is it that before a big, potentially life changing event, everything at home seems to get blown into a million pieces. It's a long difficult process to prepare for a long difficult process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-592816986851266471?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/592816986851266471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=592816986851266471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/592816986851266471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/592816986851266471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-month-ill-be-in-india.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-7210973948464677941</id><published>2009-01-13T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:16:47.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Han-ra-head shark</title><content type='html'>Man is this class boring. &lt;div&gt;I took film because I thought it would be interesting. And it would be... but why is a class with so much promise wasted? It's almost joke like. Our teacher is a great man. He's nice and he's invested in his students (as much as can be of course) but when the man drones on for over an hour before even starting to talk to the movie, it makes things more then a little ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to like this class. As all of you who have followed this blog know, I work at Blockbuster. More then anything I want to be an actor. Movies are one of the most important things to me, right up there with pizza and Jesus, but if I fall asleep before he even puts the movie on, how can I be expected to care about the movie I'm watching after? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given some of the movies we've watched have been enjoyable. Citizen Kane to this day remains one of my favorite movies  of all time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Labyrinth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Josie and the Pussycats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Citizen Kane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See. It's right there under the Pussy's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that prevents this course from being a must take, is the  fact that our teacher can't keep his mouth closed for ten minutes without telling us what he had for breakfast that morning and the after effects of the soup on your perception of a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's crazy. He's crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god for Cheryl, and Kylie, for making it possible to get through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-7210973948464677941?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/7210973948464677941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=7210973948464677941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7210973948464677941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7210973948464677941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/01/attack-of-han-ra-head-shark.html' title='Attack of the Han-ra-head shark'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5893482960084648547</id><published>2009-01-08T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:39:08.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one will ever argue that you deserve better than me. It just kills me that you found it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5893482960084648547?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5893482960084648547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5893482960084648547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5893482960084648547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5893482960084648547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-one-will-ever-argue-that-you-deserve.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-8982668908339686518</id><published>2009-01-03T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:51:30.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days where you just feel like you've failed? Has it ever lasted more then a day? How about a week? What about longer? What if you've had this feeling for as long as you could remember? &lt;div&gt;Well for me, it thankfully hasn't been that long, but ever since I came back home from Toronto I've felt this way. I've felt as if I'm taking a step back in my life. It's as if everything I want out of life, is somewhere else, or passing me by, or is so unattainable that I can't even begin to grasp at it. It's like I'm one step behind destiny, and too short to get picked out of the crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sad addiction, which I'm pretty sure stems from this feeling. I've always felt inadequate in many ways, but recently, I've got this awful burning desire to be noticed. Noticed by someone, anyone... Just someone who sees who I really am. Every side of me, and can still appreciate it. Let's face it, I'm far from perfect. I've got issues a mile wide and twice as severe, but I suppose this is all a part of growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here I am. One day away from going back to school, and totally, and completely... unsatisfied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the idea of going back. I want to quit. I'm sick and tired of school already. I'm sick and tired of a job that I hate more by the week. I'm sick of being stuck in a nowhere town with no real futures here. I don't want to do retail for the rest of my life, but that's all that's here. So what do you do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's too late to leave school, so I might as well finish what I started. As for next year... well I guess we'll have to play this whole thing by ear now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-8982668908339686518?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/8982668908339686518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=8982668908339686518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8982668908339686518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8982668908339686518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2009/01/ever-had-one-of-those-days-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-6787089451195146702</id><published>2008-12-17T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:22:11.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm legitimately scared. This whole recession bordering on depression is... well... depressing. How can something so bad have gone on so long? Who can we really blame? I'd like to blame this all on Bush, but can we really? If anyone I'd say the blame falls on the corporations and the banks for making bad decisions. There is not much of a happy ending to that story. &lt;div&gt;What good is saving up your money if any second the bank could dissolve leaving your finances swimming in a pond somewhere. It's really not very smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to pretend I'm all knowing and good at all this political and social mumbo jumbo, but it's more accurate to say I haven't the foggiest what's really going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all I have to say at this time. I'm scared. I'm scared that when I get a job, i'll get laid off. Or that when I move to Toronto, there'll be no room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's really something to these old movies. Back when movies has a point and a moral to the story. We're watching Dragon heart right now. The one with Sean Connery and Dennis Quaid. It's quite interesting how far we've come in terms of special effects. Even the textures of the CGI dragon... it's kind of shocking in a way. How much better can graphics get? Or will they ever get any better? What will happen to the movie industry if the economy goes bye-bye? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea. Still scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... Now I wonder what I want to do with me life. I always wanted to be an actor or writer... but now... I really don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-6787089451195146702?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/6787089451195146702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=6787089451195146702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6787089451195146702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6787089451195146702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-legitimately-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-6323171574559112531</id><published>2008-11-29T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:34:02.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Wanted</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since there was a really good movie about justice. And let me tell you, it's rather fascinating when a good justice movie comes along. &lt;div&gt;Some might argue the Punisher as a good justice movie, but I disagree. It's a good movie, but the violence never truly outweighs the justice element.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another is Fight Club, but that's been so long ago that it's status has decreased a little bit. That's not to say this movie does not rock, because it does. But I don't know if you can really justify it as a justice themed movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More recently there are the Jodie Foster movies - The Brave One and Flight plan. Both very good. But the Brave One is just way too dramatic. It's a fascinating movie, but I don't know if it's justice in question, or if it's just one womans revenge story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brings me to the real reason - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want a movie that's true to form as far as a movie where justice is truly served, this one tops the list. It's entertaining, has action scenes that are sexy as all Kylie, and it truly rocks. I'm quite impressed with this movie if you can't tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't recommend it enough. It's that good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you don't like action or violence I'd avoid it. My dad actually came into the tv room and asked me what the hell I was watching. It's a touch excessive, but if you can forgive it at times, you'll find something to dig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Kayla didn't like it. Maybe I'm breathing too much into this but I enjoyed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-6323171574559112531?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/6323171574559112531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=6323171574559112531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6323171574559112531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6323171574559112531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanted-wanted.html' title='Wanted: Wanted'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-7244200938313124108</id><published>2008-11-23T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:23:43.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When diva throws a fit</title><content type='html'>OK. Top model ended. And might I be the forty-thousandth to say :&lt;br /&gt;WORST.&lt;br /&gt;CYCLE.&lt;br /&gt;EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. No drama, nothing exciting. No really amazing characters. Stale people. Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the topper?&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every season Tyra poses with her top model. This year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is McKee in her victory picture:&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SSoMxwTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0rv28xb-Xmg/s320/normal_%5BANTM%5D_McKey16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272040362708580866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice anything?&lt;br /&gt;Firs&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful actually. As much as I disliked this cycle, and often disliked McKee due to boredom, I find she didn't have a very likable personality. BUT what I'm getting at is this. This is her victory pose with Tyra. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SSoPgzgjhkI/AAAAAAAAACE/cf8xbC3u8U4/s320/normal_%5BANTM%5D_McKey17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272043370047571522" /&gt;TYRA has always posed with the winner of the cycle (with the exception of Adrienne of course). Look through them. Yoanna, Eva, Naima.. all of them. Even Whitney!&lt;br /&gt;This year? &lt;div&gt;She has herself digitally inserted behind McKee. Is that fair? Is that not the most rediculous thing you've ever seen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyra is so egotistical that she's not even posing with the winner of the cycle anymore. Come on, we all know she doesn't look like that anymore. Tyra is a trainwreck in slow motion. In real time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD how this woman is driving me nuts. Can she just go away for a while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-7244200938313124108?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/7244200938313124108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=7244200938313124108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7244200938313124108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7244200938313124108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-diva-throws-fit.html' title='When diva throws a fit'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SSoMxwTEOgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0rv28xb-Xmg/s72-c/normal_%5BANTM%5D_McKey16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-4810388892528886426</id><published>2008-11-22T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:59:56.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to be THAT person</title><content type='html'>I hate to say it, and be THAT person. The person who has to post his problems online, but right now I just have to let it out. I don't really care, it's not like anyone actually reads this. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pop soon. I feel like such a failure. And the worst part is I don't even know why. &lt;br /&gt;School is stressful. Why'd I decide to do it again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-4810388892528886426?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/4810388892528886426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=4810388892528886426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/4810388892528886426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/4810388892528886426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-to-be-that-person.html' title='I hate to be THAT person'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-9047861600805388345</id><published>2008-10-30T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:16:17.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's the best thing about having a mac? &lt;br /&gt;It's not a PC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't that be enough? &lt;br /&gt;FACT: The people who make mac's are singlehandedly responsible for the iPod, the iPhone and the lesser known iRack. &lt;br /&gt;FACT: Bill gates is a dork.&lt;br /&gt;FACT: We all love those "I'm a mac, I'm a PC" commercials SOOOO MUCH! (So much in fact that PC's are running ads now to try to change their image. "I'm a PC"? Really? You're that desperate that you need to rip off your competitors marketing campaign with an inferior and more boring version. &lt;br /&gt;You know what's so great about those mac commercials. They all make a point. Windows is slow. Window's crashes. Windows comes with a million and one trial soft ware programs already installed which clutters the hard drive. Window's made VISTA (and does anyone like VISTA?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying that PC's are terrible. (I'm implying it. There's a difference.) They play games. Games are good. I can approve of gamers getting a PC. Everyone else who doesn't play games? Why do you still have it? All you do is go online, check email and facebook, write up reports and go on solitaire. All of which can be done on a MAC. So why are they considered inferior? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT: Mac's work. &lt;br /&gt;FACT: They look sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my macbook was a woman I'd date it. I'd marry it and we'd have horrible, computerized techno children. It'd be awesome. I'd name one Robo cop, another HAL and the other Jane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I should totally rip my bare naked ladies cd to my computer. I have at least thirty cds that need to get burned onto here... which leads me to my one problem with my mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When burning, it's REALLY LOUD. LIKE FREAKISHLY LOUD. THINGS SHOULD NEVER BE AS LOUD AS IT IS AS IT'S BURNING. IT'S SCARY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-9047861600805388345?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/9047861600805388345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=9047861600805388345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/9047861600805388345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/9047861600805388345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-best-thing-about-having-mac-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-8886902464727279453</id><published>2008-10-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:03:17.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think we're all at that point where you can feel your life kind of coming to a head. You walk through your days tired and listless. Classes are boring and the stress of life is beginning to weigh heavily on your shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it suck? &lt;br /&gt;I wish I had Kylie here right now to cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt;Oh Wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SQUDqsp5j6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tuJFRkaGDlk/s1600-h/kylie-minogue_279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SQUDqsp5j6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tuJFRkaGDlk/s320/kylie-minogue_279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261615771728580514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is. The slut's alive and well and living in Paris. With Jacques Brel. (obscure musical reference. I forgive you for not understanding it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to feel almost important on you tube for a day. I was the 44th most watched - Guru - Canada for one day. That was exciting! Almost like being the worlds tallest midget. for one day.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that could be a good quality to have. Being the worlds tallest midget could indeed be a good thing. I wonder if that would qualify as a legitimate world record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still training and such. Still trying to find someone to help me out with technique and stuff :) Slowly but surely things are coming together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-8886902464727279453?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/8886902464727279453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=8886902464727279453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8886902464727279453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8886902464727279453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-were-all-at-that-point-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SQUDqsp5j6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tuJFRkaGDlk/s72-c/kylie-minogue_279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-7896483752760810394</id><published>2008-10-15T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:16:45.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGOMGOMGOMG</title><content type='html'>Dude... is it wrong that I should be so excited that I'm the 79th most viewed (today) - Gurus - Canada? &lt;br /&gt;That's kind of cool! Right? right?... &lt;br /&gt;I don't care I'm excited!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update* I actually ended up getting up to the 22nd most viewed, so that was exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to help me out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.youtube.com/user/thebigshibam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-7896483752760810394?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/7896483752760810394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=7896483752760810394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7896483752760810394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7896483752760810394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/omgomgomgomg.html' title='OMGOMGOMGOMG'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5919026606411146857</id><published>2008-10-14T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:23:00.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The video...</title><content type='html'>worse then a Tommy Lee sex tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFNlgCdnqQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFNlgCdnqQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/1236222417836616462-5919026606411146857?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5919026606411146857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5919026606411146857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5919026606411146857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5919026606411146857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/video.html' title='The video...'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-36075718341024163</id><published>2008-10-13T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:27:19.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So the Thought Shifts</title><content type='html'>So lately my thoughts have been shifting from Reality TV to commercials. &lt;br /&gt;How do they effect us? &lt;br /&gt;Like really, we can ignore them, laugh at them, make fun of them... but the fact is they effect us. They effect us in ways that are both insidious and completely unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;I like Mac's. Anyone with a pc is mentally inferior and anyone who hates mac's is a fascist. Honestly. I'm not kidding with this. But could my love for Mac's stem from their superior commercials? &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a bad choice. We all know Mac's are superior in every way, shape and form. &lt;br /&gt;And if you don't agree... FASCIST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, have you ever played Nazi interrogator? &lt;br /&gt;LIAR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously... am I reaching for that Axe because I've programmed to? Or is it my superior nose? &lt;br /&gt;I always like to think that I'm buying something because it's a good price, it's a good quality, and to the best of my knowledge... it's what I want. Is that such a bad thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-36075718341024163?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/36075718341024163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=36075718341024163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/36075718341024163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/36075718341024163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-thought-shifts.html' title='So the Thought Shifts'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-8685729422012498598</id><published>2008-10-12T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:12:03.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So apparently I accidentally lied. I went into this week with every intention of writing every day. Didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt; Thank god NaNo is coming up soon. I'm definitely looking forward to it this year. It's going to be awesome! I have my story planned out, and I even have a bunch of new people who are looking forward to doing this with me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is just a quickee right now, as I work in a few hours and would prefer some sleep before I pass out. So a regular blog tomorrow. (Promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to tide you over: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GFubxzAAaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GFubxzAAaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/1236222417836616462-8685729422012498598?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/8685729422012498598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=8685729422012498598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8685729422012498598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/8685729422012498598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-apparently-i-accidentally-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-9094536522861234579</id><published>2008-10-07T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:57:05.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... I'm writing again.&lt;br /&gt;And for some completely inexplicable reason, I'm writing my books again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago I wrote a book called the Invisible War. It was set up to be the first in a proposed trilogy revolving around a man and his struggle for freedom in a totalitarian society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and a half years ago now, I published it via self-publishing through a company called iUniverse, and this was the outcome : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was wonderful. I had a book published! This is great! I'm so happy about everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened. I read the final copy of the book only to discover a mess of sentence fragments, bad editing and a botched book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few people probably know what I'm feeling. When you're creative, and you've worked so hard on something only to have the item torn asunder is disappointing to say the least. The amazing thing is, that despite having a book that was by all means a failure (I've sold less then forty copies to date, and the book has been read a total of 3 times by 3 people) it's not over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I've actually picked up the steam and decided to finish the trilogy. If only for myself, to prove to myself that, yes, I can do this. Yes I can finish a trilogy that both entertains and is a huge commercial success. Who knows. Maybe my next book might even break 100 copies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get published. This is my goal. My dream is to be able to write for a living, and at least being at Nip is helping me to get some foot in some door and out of my own mouth. So if nothing else comes of being back at school, at least I'll be able to say I have another two manuscripts under my belt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-9094536522861234579?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/9094536522861234579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=9094536522861234579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/9094536522861234579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/9094536522861234579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-5808133995724341242</id><published>2008-10-06T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:09:28.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Recommendations</title><content type='html'>Don't Mess with the Zohan- * * *&lt;br /&gt;   Funny. but not much else. Good for a laugh if you're laugh starved. Might I recommend instead of this, indulge yourself in The Baker, Death at a Funeral or a stronger Sandler movie. If you're Sandler starved, it's worth a rent. But I must suggest if you're not a Sandler addict, it's skippable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anamorph - * * * .5&lt;br /&gt;   Surprisingly decent. Crime drama along the lines of Twisted, Taking Lives and Untraceable. Surprisingly disturbing images, but I was fading halfway through. The story? It looked good. Perhaps it was. I'll find out once I'm able to re-rent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happening- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;We'll talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-5808133995724341242?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/5808133995724341242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=5808133995724341242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5808133995724341242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/5808133995724341242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekly-recommendations.html' title='Weekly Recommendations'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-2522906782582950114</id><published>2008-10-03T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:14:32.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dick-tionary</title><content type='html'>It's about time people started using words that may seem unfamiliar and scary. What's the newest and most cutting edge slang term going around? How should I know? I made up my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondersnatch - The epitome of the sarcastic wonderful. Also doubles as a sexual innuendo for... just about anything actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menocidal - What a women becomes during those oh so special years. Take for instance, when your mother wakes you up at 5 am yelling because the dog stole her shoe so she makes everyone in the house search every room, until thirty minutes later you find the shoe. In the front hall. Exactly where it should have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animanical- The feeling of nostalgia unique to those who can correctly sing the entire theme song of the Animaniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes this issue of the DICK tionary. Tune in next week for more hip slang that all them young folks be quoting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-2522906782582950114?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/2522906782582950114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=2522906782582950114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/2522906782582950114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/2522906782582950114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/dick-tionary.html' title='The Dick-tionary'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-6364001117543187314</id><published>2008-10-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:29:31.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a note for the meantime : &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy the blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GFubxzAAaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GFubxzAAaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-6364001117543187314?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/6364001117543187314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=6364001117543187314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6364001117543187314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6364001117543187314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-note-for-meantime-enjoy-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-4867825485064916772</id><published>2008-10-01T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:12:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD CANADon't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SOQ3piVlerI/AAAAAAAAABE/dGrZ86K-sOo/s1600-h/sytycdCanada_logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SOQ3piVlerI/AAAAAAAAABE/dGrZ86K-sOo/s320/sytycdCanada_logo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252384252152347314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get something off my chest. I had no intention of watching So You Think You Can Dance Canada. I didn't want to watch it based simply off the fact that they rejected me. Is that selfish? Yes. But it's legitimate. &lt;div&gt;When you're rejected from any audition situation, it's like a slap to the face. Whether it's a school play, or whether it's a national reality, talent based tv show. Unfortunately, it's a feeling I'm well familiar with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I auditioned for SYTYCD CAN this summer with my good friend Heather. And failed miserably. In front of a full audience of people who were better dancers then I was, and who had better bodies then I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So seeing a friend make it so far on the show, only to get cut right before the top twenty, it opens up a wound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the show today was oddly terrifying. It was like being back in that theatre, with the thousands of eyes peering down on you. It's stressful, and I don't even know why. Well I didn't until my friend looked over and said, "Maybe it's post traumatic stress"... and I realized, that's probably exactly what it is. Weird isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for next year: I'm wondering if I even have the strength to do it again. Especially after watching the hoops you have to jump through after the initial audition. I don't care about being on the show. But just once, I'd like to get a call back. That would be great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I go back to my previous posts on this topic: I know I can dance. I don't need some show to tell me I'm the best in the country (That would be great mind you) But as of right now, they can head out. I got school. I got new friends and a horrible job that I despise. So that part could improve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, I did get back on stage for my first audition I've done in years (The last being for the play the ends of the earth) with SOS last night, and I think things went well. Being back on stage is refreshing. It's almost like a little part of me is coming back to life again. I'm definitely looking forward to that. Maybe my theatre dream isn't dead yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-4867825485064916772?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/4867825485064916772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=4867825485064916772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/4867825485064916772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/4867825485064916772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-me-get-something-off-my-chest.html' title='SYTYCD CANADon&apos;t'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SOQ3piVlerI/AAAAAAAAABE/dGrZ86K-sOo/s72-c/sytycdCanada_logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-7863366798396045686</id><published>2008-09-30T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:48:07.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things change so fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One hour ago: Me and Cheryl were watching a movie in Tom Hanrahan's film class. MY GOD are these movies borring. &lt;/div&gt;One month ago: I was contemplating going to school again. I threw the documents together that i needed, and bam, here I am.&lt;div&gt;Three months ago: I was in Toronto, trying to make it as an actor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Year Ago: I was working at Magic Kettle as a waiter. I was getting ready to premiere the first show I ever directed, and was hoping for good things. My book was just being published, and I couldn't wait to get it out in the public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago: I was entering my last year of college. Excited at my future prospects and blissfully unaware of what was to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five years ago: I entered my first year of grade twelve at Widdifield. Full of hopes and dreams and everything else that's warm and fuzzy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's where I've been. You never realize how fast life moves until you look back and realize how just one year can change so much. My book bombed, my play, while it was a huge critical success failed miserably to earn money, and as of right now, I'm still blissfully un-famous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bright side is I really don't care about fame anymore. I'm at the point where as long as I'm happy, I'll get by. Don't get me wrong, I'd love big movie role, the big best seller and the beautiful spouse... but I don't see any reason to rush into it right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got time. I got school to focus on. My friends are here, my family is here, and I'm enjoying my time at Nipissing. I guess what I have to do now is just keep at things. Live one day at a time and all that junk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-7863366798396045686?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/7863366798396045686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=7863366798396045686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7863366798396045686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/7863366798396045686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-change-so-fast.html' title='Things change so fast'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-6346993380863923966</id><published>2008-09-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:16:19.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of Reality</title><content type='html'>As most know, I have a love/hate relationship with reality TV. &lt;div&gt;I LOVE top model. It's a sick sad addiction that I'm not proud of, but hey. I love it. I like to think of it as my retarded puppy. Not everyone understands it, but you still love it despite the fact that it drools in your lap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My problem with reality tv is this: I'm not on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a good singer. I'm a good dancer. I could be on Canadian Idol, and I could be on So You Think You Can Dance. I could be on Triple Sensation or America's Next Top Model (provided I went ISIS-style). I can do all this stuff. SO... Why am I so entranced by others doing what I could be doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW: Here is my problem with Reality Shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality shows are a cash cow. For every reality show, there's a new and exciting TV show that could've been made, but wasn't. For every reality show that involves auditions: There are generally several hundred people who audition, and several hundred thousand dreams shattered. The problem is usually: I'm almost always one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is why I hate reality tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm not on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get back to this later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-6346993380863923966?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/6346993380863923966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=6346993380863923966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6346993380863923966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/6346993380863923966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/09/magic-of-reality.html' title='The Magic of Reality'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-3799535544044156521</id><published>2008-09-27T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:39:04.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blockbuster Conundrum</title><content type='html'>So... As most of you know, I work at Blockbuster Video. Or as it's more commonly known to the people who work there:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SN8mcAY2GZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Tl4qnTPvVq0/s200/2572136907_e568bf7345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250957953119689106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an interesting place to be. It's better then most jobs I guess, but as with any job: It gets old. I started at Blockbuster in March '04, and since then (off and on) I've been there. I've had other jobs, some that have ended well, and some not so well (I'm looking at you GAP!) but through it all, I've had the heartless corporation behind me that is Blockbuster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the job due to a family connection (Who doesn't these days) And started work eagerly and for the first while it was enjoyable. It was a good time. Like any job, at first it was confusing... but soon transformed into the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now as I said, it's not a bad job. It just has a way of making you crazy. Check ins become boring, long hours on your feet, and for some reason, everyone wants to let you know that they returned the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, let me say that just because you said you returned a movie, doesn't mean it will magically appear in the drop box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, late fees do suck. But I didn't make them up. Don't shoot the messenger just because you're too lazy to bring a movie back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many things about the job that must be experienced to understand the full oxymoronic nature of the business. I guess it's that way with any job really, but for me, that's just Blockbuster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, despite the fact that I claim to hate my job, it's not all bad. I love most of my co-workers, and even those I don't, I can tolerate. And the pay isn't totally bad. (not great, but hey, we'll see what happens when raises come around). The hours are steady, and I do have quite a bit of seniority built up by now. My boss seems especially gifted at putting up with me... I make it sound worse then it actually is mainly due to the fact that there are some of those people who make you want to kill someone. Or more specifically: Them. Where you can just jump over the counter and beat them until they're as dead as post-superbowl Janet's career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, does anyone remember the band B44? Me neither. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... my Art Fundamentals Prof came into the store tonight. The woman is pure delight. I love her already. It's going to be a great class, and I'm really excited for Monday. I'm really loving being at Nip. I'm actually feeling challenged for once, and it's great to be back in an academic atmosphere. It's exactly what I needed right now... Now to fix this whole "Lots of homework" Situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SN8laOQIPWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bLpKNBUeTss/s200/AntiMiley1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250956822969859426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it wrong that I'm beginning to love Myley Cyrus? If only for her one song "See you again." This song was played at EVERY bar in Toronto and is really good. I'll talk about her soon enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIAO&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/1236222417836616462-3799535544044156521?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/3799535544044156521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=3799535544044156521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3799535544044156521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3799535544044156521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/09/blockbuster-conundrum.html' title='The Blockbuster Conundrum'/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/SN8mcAY2GZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Tl4qnTPvVq0/s72-c/2572136907_e568bf7345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236222417836616462.post-3356403160481687300</id><published>2008-09-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:56:04.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nipissing Canadore Messed Up Mind MUMOMM blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://melodyplant.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/kylie-minogue-sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://melodyplant.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/kylie-minogue-sexy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HOW DO YOU DESCRIBE A FEELING..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to love Kylie Minogue. I really did. The woman is hot, talented, hot, sexy and hot. Her fashion is hot. You remember that video with the pylon heads? Where you just can't get that song out of your head? Yeah... That's hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me or could this woman out slut everyone on Top Model? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's watching this season? As if Isis got the boot so early. That chick was fierce. I use the term chick loosely. Obviously. But come on Isis. Really? That was the best you could do? I mean seriously. I have a penis too. It's not that hard to model around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This guy's like Ghandi, but better. He likes Puppets" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO... I'm back in school. Nipissing is awesome so far. I love being back in school. It's so refreshing. After feeling so stuck for so long, it's nice to be free. It's like a weight has been lifted  and I'm just chilling around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn0O2F15oLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn0O2F15oLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that that's over with, let me start by saying I will not be ending my youtube right now. Although I haven't been on it in a while. I'll try to get this up to snuff, and update at least twice a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please... hold me accountable. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXPECT Many topics about Top Model. Expect many topics about school. And Blockbuster. And God. Not necessarily in that order mind you. Don't expect this to be the only topic. I'm looking at this blog more as a fantastic chronology of how fabulous everything is. DEAL WITH IT. now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the fact that I don't have to use proper grammar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah... This is me in a nutshell. So far. You'll uncover more as time goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Those are completely conflicting ideologies, and that does not make you a citizen of the planet. That just makes you full of shit." -Kristen Bell in Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLOCKBUSTER REPORT: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY TOP THREE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Forgetting Sarah Marshall * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) IRON MAN * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) BIGGER, STRONGER, FASTER * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236222417836616462-3356403160481687300?l=thebigshibam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/feeds/3356403160481687300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236222417836616462&amp;postID=3356403160481687300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3356403160481687300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236222417836616462/posts/default/3356403160481687300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigshibam.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-do-you-describe-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Messed Up Mind of Matt McLean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTWFAcYuLcM/Sx5ypemlRPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n165A90EAvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
