<?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-7420394185253913165</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:57:09.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JohnBoy</title><subtitle type='html'>My digital posting playground</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-479896299552623322</id><published>2009-11-18T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:46:19.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Beauty</title><summary type='text'>What is true beauty?  Can it be defined?  Is it something tangible?    Or is it is something that everybody can find?  Is beauty in the eye of the beholder?  No, none of these.Beauty is defined by what beauty does.  And because of that idea, beauty is defined by truth.  Because beauty is defined by truth, it is objective, as truth is.  Beauty is universal.The phrase “beauty is in the eye of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/479896299552623322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=479896299552623322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/479896299552623322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/479896299552623322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-beauty.html' title='True Beauty'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-6664889730566452221</id><published>2009-11-07T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:21:05.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awe</title><summary type='text'>AweIn growing older, we experience more.  As a result, simple things go unnoticed.  The same red ball that brings a child of two endless enjoyment, we kick out of our way, or curse at it when we trip over it in the middle of the night.  We cast it away because we are confident we know all about it.  It doesn't intrigue us because we are comfortable with it.  We curse at it because we are arrogant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/6664889730566452221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=6664889730566452221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/6664889730566452221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/6664889730566452221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2009/11/awe.html' title='Awe'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-3729816438482994733</id><published>2009-02-27T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:55:29.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SF4 - Gripes</title><summary type='text'>To follow up with the last post praising the game, this post will be the gripes I have.  These are very nit-picky gripes; but gripes all the same.Down loadable content.  Someone wrote it better for me here.  I'm not quite as bitter as that writer, but their points are all completely valid.  I shouldn't have to purchase extras on the day of release for a game that has been 2 decades in the making.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/3729816438482994733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=3729816438482994733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/3729816438482994733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/3729816438482994733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2009/02/sf4-gripes.html' title='SF4 - Gripes'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-2184639775714680335</id><published>2009-02-25T17:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:48:39.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Fighter 4: aka "The return to childhood"</title><summary type='text'>First.... Stop reading this and go buy the game.  Seriously.  I'll wait. Now, open the box and get that "new game" smell.  Breathe deep and remember back to popping in that SFII cartridge into your SNES for the first time.  This will not be the first time that you will have this feeling.I have not played a game that is so beautiful to look at that could take me back to times sitting up all night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/2184639775714680335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=2184639775714680335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/2184639775714680335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/2184639775714680335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2009/02/street-fighter-4-aka-return-to.html' title='Street Fighter 4: aka &quot;The return to childhood&quot;'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfA1z6V8_-w/SaXHZIi6TZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/evq_zF_Beco/s72-c/425px-SFIVXboxUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-1778415582188505749</id><published>2008-08-20T21:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:39:43.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush with Death</title><summary type='text'>Gotcha with that title, didn't I?  In reality, it was more like an instant of 'holy crap'.  With your interest piqued (it is, right?) I'll commence with the story.This past Saturday, the wife and I decided that our shutters on the house needed a fresh coat of paint.  Our mailbox was tired and needed to be replaced, as well.  So, we decided to take the day and fix both of them.  Around 10am we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/1778415582188505749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=1778415582188505749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/1778415582188505749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/1778415582188505749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2008/08/brush-with-death.html' title='Brush with Death'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfA1z6V8_-w/SKzG_31_NkI/AAAAAAAAARM/VMpJi5WY9e0/s72-c/Tiny_Killer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-7943525440343337049</id><published>2008-08-19T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:34:23.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time</title><summary type='text'>So, I've taken up a new hobby at my current job.  I am the unofficial, official, nap police.  Let me pause here for my past work environment and job ethics....In past jobs, I am used to people who are lazy.  People who come across as unconcerned about the overall future progress of the company.  People that kill the joe and don't make some 'mo.  People that decide to keep entire spice and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/7943525440343337049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=7943525440343337049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/7943525440343337049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/7943525440343337049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2008/08/nap-time.html' title='Nap Time'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-4081057369275457949</id><published>2008-06-05T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:01:46.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature says....</title><summary type='text'>Your Car is NOT Compact enough!!1!With the recent heavy storm in the area, a colleague of the wife's got a little extra "precipitation" than the rest of us did.  Luckily for them, it doesn't look like they got too badly crunched, when up close.  Luckily for me, I bought that iPhone to be able to take this shot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/4081057369275457949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=4081057369275457949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/4081057369275457949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/4081057369275457949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2008/06/mother-nature-says.html' title='Mother Nature says....'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WfA1z6V8_-w/SEh-AeaiU7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/E4EWXpl7eCc/s72-c/Compact_Nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-2107853759232318221</id><published>2008-05-16T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:56:48.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal*Farts</title><summary type='text'>So yeah... I've never been a fan of this place.  I have always hated the narrow aisles.  I have always hated the cheap plastic carts that feel like they were designed for people 1/4 my size plus you can never find one with that 'good cart' feel; don't look surprised, you know exactly what I'm talking about!.  I've always hated that the majority of people that shop in my area never have a full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/2107853759232318221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=2107853759232318221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/2107853759232318221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/2107853759232318221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2008/05/walfarts.html' title='Wal*Farts'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-3876161724298879192</id><published>2008-05-15T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:00:42.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations of a Call Center Analyst</title><summary type='text'>The phone rings and a call is logged.  Having called into many different call centers, and worked on four in my life; I will try to accurately depict my outlook on the way a help desk ticket lives within a business.  Know now that this is merely my opinion and is based in my reality, alone.From an end user, or customer, stand point, I typically call in frustrated that whatever it is I am trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/3876161724298879192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=3876161724298879192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/3876161724298879192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/3876161724298879192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2008/05/expectations.html' title='Expectations of a Call Center Analyst'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WfA1z6V8_-w/SCykXdhBTJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BE0ri5PE1Es/s72-c/Board.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-5278107789734087438</id><published>2007-05-28T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:29:10.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts about WoW</title><summary type='text'>So, yeah, I'm an addict to this game.  It's more of a fad for me; I go through spurts.  It seems that I'm on an "on phase" at the moment.  I've been playing since the last week of closed beta, which is way longer than any console or game I've ever owned.  It's almost something that I'm going to start keeping secret.  Pfft... who am I kidding?Get ready for the stream of consciousness....I've run </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/5278107789734087438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=5278107789734087438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/5278107789734087438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/5278107789734087438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-thoughts-about-wow.html' title='Random thoughts about WoW'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-5342973932716409366</id><published>2007-05-22T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:21:54.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late then never...</title><summary type='text'>Two falls ago, I purchased my dream car.  A black, 1969 Ford Mustang Convertible.  I've only recently decided to start in on this blogging thing, so I figure this is as good a story as any to start things off with.  Anyhow back to the car. She isn't much to look at just yet; however, like all men that buy these project cars, I have big plans.  I haven't quite decided what those plans are just yet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/5342973932716409366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=5342973932716409366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/5342973932716409366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/5342973932716409366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2007/05/better-late-then-never.html' title='Better late then never...'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420394185253913165.post-3330357278828565219</id><published>2007-05-22T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:27:59.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><summary type='text'>...the obligatory first post :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/feeds/3330357278828565219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420394185253913165&amp;postID=3330357278828565219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/3330357278828565219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420394185253913165/posts/default/3330357278828565219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboyzear.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>JohnBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
