<?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-3066489910963098347</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:15:53.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Barista</title><subtitle type='html'>Confessions and thoughts of professional Starbucks barista.  

I am looked down upon by "real" coffee drinkers because I work at Starbucks and it is more successful than Frank's Cup O' Joe down the street.  But since the one I work at is inside of an Albertsons, I am also looked down upon by "real" Starbucks employees and customers.  Because of this, I have become jaded to the world at large an determined to let them know as I reveals myself through my online blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-6128639620847987747</id><published>2009-02-07T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:44:48.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a Blur music video...</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick.  Really.  I'm sure there are some of you out there that enjoy it, but alias, I am not one of those lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other "o'rly?" news, I also noticed today just how annoyingly generic the story in Fable is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rYQyQYP518/SY43Qf032MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X7Yc71YiG7E/s1600-h/fable4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rYQyQYP518/SY43Qf032MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X7Yc71YiG7E/s320/fable4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300234568022350018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, seriously, it's like they took the plot of some random Dungeon's &amp;amp; Dragons novelization and changed the names around to protect the innocent.  You can't explore the world, you just follow a set path until you get to the next area.  There are a fair number of "it makes you feel like you're there" features.  You can buy homes and rent them out, get married (to either gender), make friends with all the townsfolk, etc. etc.  But it's all things that have been done before, and done better.  And not just by newer games, you could get married in Fallout 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I cannot fathom... I can't seem to tear myself away from this game!  As generic and unoriginal as it is, it manages to be terribly addicting.  I can play for hours with a smile on my face.  And I guess that's all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to bed, because as awesome as Obama is, our elected Messiah can't seem to outstretch his hand and heal me of my flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering about the title of my blog, this should explain it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/riE-GI0PxnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/riE-GI0PxnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/3066489910963098347-6128639620847987747?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/6128639620847987747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=6128639620847987747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/6128639620847987747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/6128639620847987747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-blur-music-video.html' title='I feel like a Blur music video...'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rYQyQYP518/SY43Qf032MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X7Yc71YiG7E/s72-c/fable4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-4107337975986495828</id><published>2009-01-22T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:00:22.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>and believe me I am still alive&lt;br /&gt; I'm doing science and I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt; i feel fantastic and I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt; while your dying ill be still alive&lt;br /&gt; and when your dead i will be still alive&lt;br /&gt; still alive&lt;br /&gt; still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkTOW7XaN7I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/hkTOW7XaN7I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/3066489910963098347-4107337975986495828?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/4107337975986495828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=4107337975986495828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/4107337975986495828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/4107337975986495828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-7088543620780941733</id><published>2008-06-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:37:36.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland is an RPG.  The only one that I need.  It is the RPG for ME!</title><content type='html'>So all my friends lately seem to think it would be a really cool idea to go to Disneyland and NOT take me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't just random friends either, these are really close ones. Tight. Like family. I would bleed for them, man. BLEED FOR THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, they're all "AHHHHHHH I R GONIG TO dISNEYLAND N UR NOT COMMING A LONG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I'm FINE with it. Just peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I have any interest in going again, I've been half a dozen times already. Nope. I don't want to spend a day feeling like a kid again. I don't want to ride all the kick ass rides. I don't want to watch the cool shows. I have no desire to see that totally awesome parade. And, even though it would be super special awesome to get my picture taken with Cinderella, I think I'll pass. I'm an adult, and I should act like one. I need more... cultural stimulation. Educational entertainment. Something that'll make my brain work overtime. Why, I think I'll head down to the Morro Bay Natural History Museum this weekend. I'll go and NOT invite anyone else to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, THAT'LL show them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, they should have more Final Fantasy stuff at Disneyland. I mean, it IS the only one that I need. It is the RPG for me.   Maybe if it were more like this, then I'd be more interested in going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQkti4Ypi9Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQkti4Ypi9Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/3066489910963098347-7088543620780941733?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/7088543620780941733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=7088543620780941733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/7088543620780941733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/7088543620780941733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/disneyland-is-rpg-only-one-that-i-need.html' title='Disneyland is an RPG.  The only one that I need.  It is the RPG for ME!'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-1585693051084859492</id><published>2008-06-15T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:07:38.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Rangers Sombrero</title><content type='html'>Best episode of Power Rangers I've seen in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is from 2:35 into part two till about :55 seconds into part three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went ahead and posted the whole episode anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Power Rangers Operation Overdrive, Episode 18: "Out Of Luck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PART 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXHharzMPU0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UXHharzMPU0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PART 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KwiB8hzbkWg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KwiB8hzbkWg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PART 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JSLMhhmf8BQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JSLMhhmf8BQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/3066489910963098347-1585693051084859492?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/1585693051084859492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=1585693051084859492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/1585693051084859492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/1585693051084859492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/power-rangers-sombrero.html' title='Power Rangers Sombrero'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-8709632093742643920</id><published>2008-06-15T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:43:50.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day? More like... Fail Day...</title><content type='html'>I hate Father's Day.  With a burning passion, I hate it with all the fiber of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has to do with a deep seeded resentment I have against being a father.  Every year I get people wishing me "Happy Father's Day!"  Because if I look older than 12, I MUST have knocked up some slut by now and have 3-4 rug rats at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want kids.  Maybe my opinion will change in a few years, but I don't ever see myself wanting children.  I have my reasons for it, and I'm just stubborn enough to hang onto them until its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate these kids today.  The last two generations haven't had a clue as how to raise kids, so they've all been dumped into one of the worst public education systems in the civilized world.  Our schools are nothing but giant daycare centers, built to hold our children in while mommy and daddy are at work.  At least until they turn 18, then they're set loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's a bit unfair, because a lot of people go to grade school and high school and actually learn something.  Then they go to college and earn useless liberal arts and general education and broadcasting degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, Nick Jr. and Playhouse Disney and PBS are far worse for our children than Grand Theft Auto ever will be.  Seriously, I know that it's not for me, but the way they talk down to our kids is revolting.  Children are smart enough to know how to count to five BEFORE preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any statistics to back any of this up, no university studies, it's just plain old fashioned common sense.  You see eight-year-olds using cell phones everyday.  The same cell phones which confuse the hell out of old people who are too stupid to use anything more advanced than a tin can to make their calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Man Johnny: "Back in my day, if we wanted to 'text message,' we had to carve the message out of the rocks!"&lt;br /&gt;Old Man Alex: "Yeah, and we had to do it with out bare hands, because we hadn't invented tools yet!"&lt;br /&gt;Old Man Johnny: "These 'cellular phone' thingies confuse the heck out of me.  Buttons?!  What do we need buttons for! I should just be able to pick up the phone and tell the operator 'Excuse me Miss Habersham, could you please connect me to Alex Jarvorwich over on Mill St.?' And she'd say, 'Of course Mr. Rickroll, oh, and please tell your wife that her plum pudding was scrumptious.' 'I will Miss Habersham, see you at bingo next Tuesday.'  Ah, those were the days, right Alex?"&lt;br /&gt;Old Man Alex: "You kids today and your cell phones, and your instant messaging, and your texting, and your emails, and your myspace, and your youtube.com, and your video games, and your Cheetos, and your Mountain Dew, and your professional wrestling, and your peace rallies, and your presidential elections, and your light bulbs, and your Blu-Ray, and your pet rocks, and your Teletubbies, and your space travel, and your illegitimate offspring, and your children’s card games, and your high pried lattes, and your horseless carriages, and your soap on a rope, and your....."&lt;br /&gt;Old Man Johnny: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's all this got to do with my hatred for Father's Day?  I can't stand kids!  They drive me crazy! I can't deal with them because I expect them to be able to form semi-complete thoughts and be slightly smarter than they are.  I just don't want to deal with some brat hanging around all day, taking all my time and energy and money.  If I wanted that, I'd date a high-maintenance cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other reasons for why I hate Father's Day.  Why I loathe today with a passion.  Maybe I'll get into them another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every father out there seeing this who doesn't hate today, I wish you all the best and a Happy Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case your wondering, I did actually enjoy today, thanks to a few people from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wimbleton&lt;br /&gt;Trisha Smith&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;br /&gt;and a couple of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.  You don't know it (and you probably still won't, because I doubt you'll be reading this anytime soon), but you made the day for me.  I could have been really down, like I was last year... and the year before... and the year before... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's enough venting.  Here's a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mc87v6Ox42s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mc87v6Ox42s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/3066489910963098347-8709632093742643920?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/8709632093742643920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=8709632093742643920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/8709632093742643920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/8709632093742643920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-more-like-fail-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day? More like... Fail Day...'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-7713549472764486063</id><published>2008-06-12T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:07:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Midas, Post #2</title><content type='html'>I found one of King Midas' early films!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBalcuXsvRg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBalcuXsvRg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, but it is still better than his later work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066489910963098347-7713549472764486063?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/7713549472764486063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=7713549472764486063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/7713549472764486063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/7713549472764486063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/king-midas-post-2.html' title='King Midas, Post #2'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-7378452462408330629</id><published>2008-06-11T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:40:32.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espa Roba is no Duke Devlin</title><content type='html'>New episode of Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtXSBle-Ev8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtXSBle-Ev8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUELTUBE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yugiohtheabridgedseries.com/"&gt;www.yugiohtheabridgedseries.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066489910963098347-7378452462408330629?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/7378452462408330629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=7378452462408330629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/7378452462408330629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/7378452462408330629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/espa-roba-is-no-duke-devlin.html' title='Espa Roba is no Duke Devlin'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-9191913326058419534</id><published>2008-06-11T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:05:50.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Midas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've decided that I should wear orange underwear to work from now on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066489910963098347-9191913326058419534?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/9191913326058419534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=9191913326058419534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/9191913326058419534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/9191913326058419534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/king-midas.html' title='King Midas'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-1563291652646130267</id><published>2008-06-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:25:42.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latte is latte is a large drink</title><content type='html'>An actual post about Starbucks tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, a lady came in and ordered “Two latte mocha frappuccino.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight slip of the tongue, but I knew what they wanted. They wanted a cold, blended, chocolate flavored beverage. I paused for a second before asking, “What size would you like them?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me like I was an idiot and replied, “Latte. You know, the big ones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah,” I replied back “you mean Venti. A latte is a hot drink with steamed milk.” Silly me for thinking that Starbucks customers would know what a latte was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, again, looked at me like I was a moron and said, “Well, that’s what we call them in Arizona.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that seems a little odd to me. I mean, Starbucks has some pretty weird lingo, but it’s also universal lingo. A latte is a latte is a latte. But apparently, in the great state of Arizona, a latte is a latte is a large drink. I don’t know. I doubt if anyone from Arizona is reading this, but can you guys confirm or deny if you call a large drink a “latte.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066489910963098347-1563291652646130267?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/1563291652646130267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=1563291652646130267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/1563291652646130267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/1563291652646130267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/latte-is-latte-is-large-drink.html' title='Latte is latte is a large drink'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-8805499954324371646</id><published>2008-06-10T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:26:16.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wish Dino Crisis was more like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wc9G5hk_rEo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wc9G5hk_rEo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066489910963098347-8805499954324371646?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/8805499954324371646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=8805499954324371646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/8805499954324371646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/8805499954324371646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish-dino-crisis-was-more-like-this.html' title='Legos!'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066489910963098347.post-3896953428909249161</id><published>2008-06-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:11:59.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5pECaW-VMI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5pECaW-VMI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I'LL STAND BY YOU"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;VS&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/viBIH_NxEYk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/viBIH_NxEYk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I'LL STAND BY YOU"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.ohiosounds.com/uploaded_images/pret2-715236.JPG"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;THE PRETENDERS&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;vs&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://paulignatius.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/americanidol.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;AMERICAN IDOL&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.rhino.com/rzine/images/Pretenders.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CHRISSIE HYNDE&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;vs&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://blogs.chicagosports.chicagotribune.com/photos/uncategorized/underwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CARRIE &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;slut&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; UNDERWOOD&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066489910963098347-3896953428909249161?l=nakedbarista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/feeds/3896953428909249161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066489910963098347&amp;postID=3896953428909249161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/3896953428909249161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066489910963098347/posts/default/3896953428909249161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedbarista.blogspot.com/2008/06/battle-of-bands.html' title='Battle of the Bands'/><author><name>The Naked Barista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248426842475261613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
