<?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-2831462700452413391</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:41:45.745-08:00</updated><category term='Yooper Pie'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='King vs. Food'/><title type='text'>Nate's Royal Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>See the world through the eyes of the New World Slacker, "The King" Nate Starr. From dessert cakes to religion, no topic is untouchable...unless it is boring.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-4834884794822236585</id><published>2011-05-10T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:25:00.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG BLOG: EPISODE 1-Your favorite song</title><content type='html'>Okay, when some one asks me, "Hey Nate, what's your favorite song?" The short answer is. "I don't know?" How can you really pick a favorite song, music changes with your mood, your life. But if I were to pick a song, I think it would be this song: Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRr2kf84V2M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRr2kf84V2M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been my Karaoke "marquee" song for over a decade. It's just a great bass line, and gets people on their feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-4834884794822236585?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4834884794822236585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=4834884794822236585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4834884794822236585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4834884794822236585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-blog-episode-1-your-favorite-song.html' title='SONG BLOG: EPISODE 1-Your favorite song'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-6208291474179280103</id><published>2010-02-04T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:02:33.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's almost the New Year...</title><content type='html'>The CHINESE New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've not written very much. I had this HILARIOUS idea to go through A Man, A Can and A Plan ala Julie &amp; Julia. And people often ask me, "Hey Naters, whatever happened to that cooking blog thing?" Well Sarah got pregnant and can barely stand the stink of chicken noodle soup. Let alone be subjected to some of the AWFUL looking stuff I was going to slap on a plate and have her eat. Not to mention when it got to the point food smells didn't make her want to wretch, I had a pretty intense knee surgery.  So I couldn't stand for long periods of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people ask if I will pick up the mantle and go forward with the idea once I'm, no pun intended, back on my feet. No, too much time would have passed. The thing about parodies, is you have to get right on them. Or, you have to wait a long time for it to be an amazing reference into popular culture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, it's a New Year. I have a new ACL and a new son coming on the 15th of this month. There will be more about me and my family as well as the look at movies, TV and other crap that enters my head. So being as I have no way to REALLY end this blog let's end this with a TV Theme song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WpwNJx91UQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/2WpwNJx91UQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm good stuff. Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-6208291474179280103?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6208291474179280103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=6208291474179280103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/6208291474179280103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/6208291474179280103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-its-almost-new-year.html' title='Well it&apos;s almost the New Year...'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-8875451763759753552</id><published>2009-08-06T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:28:06.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Check it Out, I think it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mancanplan.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-8875451763759753552?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8875451763759753552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=8875451763759753552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8875451763759753552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8875451763759753552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-2823521080358352265</id><published>2009-07-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:31:30.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Smux3eRQD6I/AAAAAAAAADo/0CCfCIzRCss/s1600-h/ice-cream-cone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Smux3eRQD6I/AAAAAAAAADo/0CCfCIzRCss/s320/ice-cream-cone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362575347891048354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something undeniably summer about eating a hand dipped hard scoop ice cream in a cake cone. The perfect time of day to engage in this activity is when the sun hasn’t quite set. You can feel the summer breeze get just a hair cooler. The bicycle wheels spinning in front yards of the neighborhood as it’s now officially time to “come in side.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as you sit there with your ice cream cake cone, time and the world seems a little simpler, there are no cares, there are no worries. There is only you and your ice cream cone. Your flavors could be fun, like Mackinac Island Fudge. Each bite or a lick a sweet cream sensation with the occasional nugget of Michigan’s best fudge; or it could be a simple vanilla cone taking in the summer eve with simplicity and nostalgia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever your flavor, you made the right choice; because when it comes to enjoying yourself there are no wrong choices. If you enjoyed your self, then no one can tell you, or has the right to tell you, “You did it wrong.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sit back with that ice cream cake cone, whether it be with a friend, a romantic interest, a loved one, a family member, or even by yourself. Summer isn’t around for ever, and nice hand dipped hard scoop ice cream cake cone is one way to stretch summer just a little bit longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-2823521080358352265?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2823521080358352265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=2823521080358352265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/2823521080358352265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/2823521080358352265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-on-ice-cream.html' title='Thoughts on Ice Cream'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Smux3eRQD6I/AAAAAAAAADo/0CCfCIzRCss/s72-c/ice-cream-cone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-3866064457760917611</id><published>2009-07-12T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:10:50.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yooper Pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King vs. Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Yooper Pie</title><content type='html'>If you were to do a Google search for Yooper Pie, you wouldn't find it. If you were to walk into a small, hole in the wall bakery in one of the quaint little towns in the U.P., you wouldn't find it. The Yooper Pie is found only in one place. Econo Foods in Marquette, Michigan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this culinary gem a few trips prior to this writing. I had meant to try it, but I either forgot or purchased things more to my liking. However this time, I was running up to Econo for soda and decided "today was the day". I made the purchase and brought it home. 2.49 for two Yooper Pies, what a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slno4wscvmI/AAAAAAAAADA/nnysald4Qp8/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slno4wscvmI/AAAAAAAAADA/nnysald4Qp8/s200/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357569293575568994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought Sarah would be excited by this purchase as she loves chocolate and as you will see, this did not lack anything in the chocolate department. But strangely enough, she wasn't that interested and I ate the first one all by myself. Well a few days go by and I decided that I wasn't going to let the Yooper Pie go to waste. And rather than just talk about the Yooper Pie, I was going to show you, the reader exactly what I put in my body for no other reason then to say, "Yup, I ate that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slnq9S31fMI/AAAAAAAAADY/AulD29jnMMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slnq9S31fMI/AAAAAAAAADY/AulD29jnMMQ/s200/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357571570492865730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slnq8_uv8hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yfMH1UwU_H8/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slnq8_uv8hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yfMH1UwU_H8/s200/IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357571565354480146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slnq8h024CI/AAAAAAAAADI/rD71nd2-nOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slnq8h024CI/AAAAAAAAADI/rD71nd2-nOQ/s200/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357571557327036450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I'm up against? This thing is huge! Oh and don't let the pic fool you, Sarah is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; excited about the Yooper Pie, in fact leading up to me actually eating it said things like, "You're really going to eat the other one?" and, "Why would you want to eat that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I explained the spirit of such men as Lewis &amp; Clark and Ponce De Leon, she understood eating the Yooper Pie was bigger than me, it was the Spirit of Adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing, these things are awful! The are basically like eating a cake of sweetened lard shaped &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; a Yooper Pie. I don't understand who eats these, as I've asked all my friends and no one has ever had a Yooper Pie, let alone heard of one. So to conclude, just because something sounds like a good idea, doesn't mean it's to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-3866064457760917611?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3866064457760917611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=3866064457760917611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3866064457760917611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3866064457760917611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/07/yooper-pie.html' title='Yooper Pie'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Slno4wscvmI/AAAAAAAAADA/nnysald4Qp8/s72-c/IMG_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-5368876261349256135</id><published>2009-06-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:55:34.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look I'm Being Topical</title><content type='html'>Let's face it Sarah Palin is over reacting. They weren't jokes about her kids, the jokes were about the mentioned sports/political figures. It's a sad case of the Conservative Reich trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the jokes off-color? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it's funny no one raced to Michael Jackson's Defense when the Late Night Hosts made jokes about him --- I mean children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush Limbaugh once referred to Chelsea Clinton as "The White House Dog". Talk about attacking women and contributing to low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palin also claimed that the media backed off Obama's family when he said to. Even though people still bring up his grandfather was a Muslim (which is PRACTICALLY a terrorist! *sarcasm*) his middle name is Hussein which is similar to the last name of a dictator. Honestly you can do that here, Vice President RICHARD Cheney, he has the same name as RICHARD Ramirez "The Night Stalker"; and to think he could have been made President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just move on, and really, people should be watching Conan anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-5368876261349256135?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5368876261349256135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=5368876261349256135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/5368876261349256135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/5368876261349256135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-im-being-topical.html' title='Look I&apos;m Being Topical'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-3134396105477440718</id><published>2009-05-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:59:38.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years." - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think about that quote in reference to my Dad. Though, the numbers are a little off, the quote still tells the message. As I’ve gotten older, the more things I wanted to prove to my Dad were wrong; I merely ended up just proving him right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a kid my Dad would sit at the table in our little house on Fifth Street in Roscommon, MI sipping his tea, looking out the large window that overlooked a vacant lot next to our house and he would set his cup down and say, “I have a theory…” then he would just prattle on about stuff that my kindergarten brain had any idea of, besides, I was playing with my action figures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember often making fun of my Dad because he’s an impulsive man, often acting without thinking. Purchasing gadgets and trinkets and things we didn’t need but tickled his fancy and he wanted to have them. A trait I’m sad to say, my Wife, Sarah has to put up with on an almost daily basis from me. (Though to be fair, I have thus far NOT purchased the “Sham-wow”.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I grew later into my teens I would mock my Dad’s choices of television. He was a big fan of “Connections” with James Burke. I used to hate that show as I often felt if the TV was on it should be used to make you laugh, as there was enough sadness and forced learning in real life. Now I wish Connections was still ran some where on TV. (Side note: I found it on YouTube; check it out, fascinating show.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Dad left my Mom in my mid 20s, well I never stopped loving my Dad but, I will say I was very, very, very angry. He was the guy, who always told me to do things, “The Cowboy Way” and I felt that what he did was NOT “The Cowboy Way”. However, my Dad is happy and that makes me happy. My Dad has bailed me out more than a few times in my life, he’s the reason I’m a CENA and has always been there when I needed him. And yet, I can’t seem to remember to send him a birthday card or go visit as much as I should. Even though he doesn’t read it, this blog is my salute to him, he’s done a good job of help making me the man I am today, I only hope I do as good a job with Corbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if excuse me, I have to price Sham-wows…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-3134396105477440718?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3134396105477440718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=3134396105477440718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3134396105477440718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3134396105477440718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-7466055573865775660</id><published>2009-05-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:33:20.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeonit Security</title><content type='html'>(Scene opens with an old timey burglar over tip toeing through a house and picks up a bag of money and laughs like an old movie villain. Freeze frame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator- Has this happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Standing in front of a wall is an average looking man in a suit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hi, I'm Tony Palumbo owner of Beeonit Security. Everyday people get stuff stolen, I have the studies to prove it! (holds up a folder with paper in it and quickly puts it down) But what keeps your stuff safe? No, not some fancy "state of the art" security system, they are so hard to learn and you're only throwing your money away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My method, has been proven to be over 100% effective, I have the studies! (holds up the same folder) What is the secret to over 100% effective protection? Bees! You heard me right, bees! How many times has this happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Scene changes to a Husband and Wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Honey can you hand me that letter opener?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The camera shows the husband shocked and frozen with fear, the camera switches to show a bee on the letter opener, the camera switches back to show the husband drenched in what we can only assume to be sweat. But actually looks like some one poured a bucket of water over his head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Get your own letter opener, I want a divorce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scene cuts back to Tony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: See, no one wants to touch something with a bee on it! That's why you need Beeonit Security. Remember that criminal from the beginning of the commercial let's see what would have happened if his would be victims had beeonit security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scene changes to an old timey burglar over tip toeing through a house but stops dead in his tracks the camera switches to show a bee on the bag of money, the burglar picks up the phone without dialing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burglar: Hello, police store? Yes I'm a burglar come arrest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scene switches back to Tony with a knowing smirk on his face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: See, not even a harden criminal wants to mess with a bee! Still don't believe me, well see what some satisfied customers are saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Camera switches to a man dressed like abe Lincoln)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abe: I only trust beeonit security to guard my time machine, because I am Abraham Lincoln!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Camera switches to an old man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: My rent controlled apartment has been over run with young hooligans on the dope, but with a bee on my front door, I sleep without worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Camera switches to Tony in a groucho glasses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Greatest idea ever, why wouldn't you use this service, you are truly a Genius, Tony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Camera switches to Tony holding the glasses, he realizes and quickly throws them off camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: So there you have it, satisfied customers, studies and the ultimate protection in the form of bees! You may be asking, "Tony, how in the world do the bees, know to stay on the item? How do the bees know not to sting me?" My answer is simple, "I don't freakin know, they just do!" So give us a call at Klondike 5-bees or visit our website at www.beeonit.biz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-7466055573865775660?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7466055573865775660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=7466055573865775660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7466055573865775660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7466055573865775660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/beeonit-security.html' title='Beeonit Security'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-3478953953056509137</id><published>2009-05-13T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:53:03.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Make it Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CNATESH%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="Street"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="address"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as the trees begin to bud and the flowers begin to bloom we realize that it is also the time when we see fundraisers come out of the woodwork. They might sell candy bars; they may sell cookies, other flower seeds. But they all want the same thing, your hard earned money. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But where does the money really go? A “trip”, “new uniforms”, “etc.”? Why not put your money towards something that benefits you, the hard working Middle Class American. Well here is your opportunity; something where you help some one and you help yourself, what we call in the business a “win-win”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was looking at the town of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Celebration&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;FLA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; as a bit of a lark at first. I mean a town, “built” by Disney? But then I got to thinking, how many people would love to taste this life for a weekend, or even a week? Stay in a nice house right by the “&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Happiest   Place&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; on Earth.”  &lt;span style=""&gt;It would be like staying in your own private Bed and Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How many times, have you been on vacation and you said, "Boy I wish a friend were here."? Well poof, you've got a family right here. How about you want to go out to eat, "Gosh where is the best local, pizzeria?" Poof! You have a local in the next room! See for your donation, you aren't buying a large house for me and my family to live in. You're buying in on the ultimate Bed and Breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Our financial goal is steep, but how can you put a price on the happiness of your family? If interested please email me, contact me via Facebook or call. Hope to hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sgtqlr-qowI/AAAAAAAAACY/uch292_o3us/s1600-h/celebration.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sgtqlr-qowI/AAAAAAAAACY/uch292_o3us/s320/celebration.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335475379243754242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-3478953953056509137?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3478953953056509137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=3478953953056509137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3478953953056509137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3478953953056509137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-make-it-happen.html' title='Let&apos;s Make it Happen'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sgtqlr-qowI/AAAAAAAAACY/uch292_o3us/s72-c/celebration.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-5309240691930897395</id><published>2009-04-30T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:34:24.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 5</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I'm on the facebook and I have become ADDICTED to the "top 5" app. From "Top 5 Cars You Want in Your Garage" to "Top 5 Favorite Ice Cream Flavors". I love them all, I enjoy it because it's that kind of filler that if some one came up to me and asked me my top five something I would look at them like they were nuts. "Listen, rather than talk about something in the news or of social importance; let's find out whom you would like on your side in a bar fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have knee surgery next week. I look forward to it, it needs to be done. However this Friday, I travel back to the Yoop for some visiting. I'm able to do this due to the fact I have three days off in a row. Thanks low census!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really it right now, it's almost time for lunch. I'm sure I'll write something in the future. Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-5309240691930897395?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5309240691930897395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=5309240691930897395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/5309240691930897395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/5309240691930897395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-top-5.html' title='My Top 5'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-9037579339460124641</id><published>2009-04-18T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:48:53.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust it Off With a Ton of Stuff</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I don't update my blog as I decided not to be the next great blogging humorist. However, I got tired of Hulkster Chicken Sandwich staring me in the face. So let's talk about things going on in the world of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my Father-in-law, Barrie underwent quintuple bypass surgery and is in the hospital with minor complications. So I've been here in Holland, taking care of Ching (my nickname for Corbin) while Sarah and her Mom spend the day at the Hospital. Honestly this has been a very hard and stressful time for all of us. I thank all of you whom have kept our family in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, for those who don't talk to me on a semi-regular basis, you would not know that I tore my meniscus back at the end of January. Well I'm going to be having surgery to basically cut off the tear. It'll mean a couple of weeks on the couch, but the chances of a worse tear go way down. And everything is paid for right now. So I need to just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tertiary, let's end on some good news. My job is going well. I actually know my job really well and I work very hard at it; and it's probably the first time, in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time that I've gave a damn about my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here in Holland these past 5 days has only reaffirmed how much I really like this area. I mean yes, I love the U.P. and I would love to move back there. But much like the carpetbaggers in "The Grapes of Wrath" I have to go where the work is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, Naters, don't you have a job right now? I thought you liked it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, like my job. But I miss things like Meijer and Friends. Not that my family hasn't been great. I also miss Renovate a lot. It seemed like we were just getting into it and then we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy we're kind of going a bummer route here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end on a TV theme song... until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/liFmMcmigsQ&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/liFmMcmigsQ&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/2831462700452413391-9037579339460124641?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9037579339460124641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=9037579339460124641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/9037579339460124641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/9037579339460124641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/dust-it-off-with-ton-of-stuff.html' title='Dust it Off With a Ton of Stuff'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-4329638403035958619</id><published>2008-12-07T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:59:30.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulkster Chicken Sandwich</title><content type='html'>Reader, I have been to the mountain top, I have tasted the ambrosia that which must have been stolen from the table of Zeus himself, I have had the Hulk Hogan Chicken sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For only a few shekels (two dollars American) I was able to procure a box containing not one but four of these mouth watering jewels, which not only take the taste buds on a roller coaster ride of flavor and taste. But also manage to deliver an "Atomic Leg Drop" on my hunger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, the "Atomic Leg Drop" is Hulk Hogan's finishing move, you can learn that reading the back of the box. Apparently Hulk Hogan is the host of a show called "American Gladiator" and it's very popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can learn facts about the world's greatest entertainer, while you wait the 45-90 seconds (operating times may vary) before you dine on your own Hulkster Chicken Sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see in these tough economic times, Hulk Hogan steps into the frozen food ring and shows why he is a former world champion; as he runs wild on over priced chicken patty on a bun sandwiches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-4329638403035958619?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4329638403035958619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=4329638403035958619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4329638403035958619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4329638403035958619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/12/hulkster-chicken-sandwich.html' title='Hulkster Chicken Sandwich'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-7541854546235790047</id><published>2008-11-20T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:09:20.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are!</title><content type='html'>Well I said i would write once I got settled, well I realized you never really get settled right away. I swear when we moved from North Muskegon to Roscommon here, there were some boxes that we moved that we never unpacked from our previous move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure you're wondering what has been on my mind, how is the new job going, what is Roscommon like, how about that Obama becoming the President?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, all I wanted was to get my family (Sarah and Corbin) up here. I love them, dur. So I'm really glad we are together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is great, I'm pretty good at it, I work hard and I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roscommon, well it's quiet and not a ton has changed, but honestly there are worse places we could have ended up. But GOD I miss Meijer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama as President, it feels good, a Change is Gon Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk soon reader&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-7541854546235790047?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7541854546235790047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=7541854546235790047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7541854546235790047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7541854546235790047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-we-are.html' title='Here we are!'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-3674773685243709450</id><published>2008-10-18T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T06:50:43.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite Settled</title><content type='html'>Hey Ho Turtledoves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing from Holland as I decided to come down and visit Wifey and Corbin for a few days before starting work. I'm living with my Sis and her two kids and next door to my cousin and her Brood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't mind Roscommon as much as I though I would, it's small and there doesn't appear to have a lot going on. But it's not like I really sampled the cultural stew of North Muskegon. In fact, one of the reasons I'm happy to be out of that town is that parade which blocked the road to my house. Man, that would cheese me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to get into my own house get things set up and start building some memories there. I can continue my education at Kirtland Community College for Nursing and then we can move on to some place else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be good and I invite you to catch my blog as it all goes down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-3674773685243709450?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3674773685243709450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=3674773685243709450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3674773685243709450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3674773685243709450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-quite-settled.html' title='Not Quite Settled'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-7376618663920382875</id><published>2008-10-08T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:56:53.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in Michigan is "The King" Nate Starr</title><content type='html'>So I'm moving, this weekend. I got a new job and I start that new job on the 15th. It's in the town of Roscommon, MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But King, I don't know where that is, I'm scared!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fear not, Dear Reader here is an image to give you an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/SO1Vr9lU6HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Kc1dX1hUtFY/s1600-h/rosco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/SO1Vr9lU6HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Kc1dX1hUtFY/s320/rosco.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254950553965095026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red- Roscommon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puke Green- Muskegon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashy Neon Green- Marquette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Golly that looks far, what's it like there, King?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I lived there as a child and I have a lot of fond memories there. And I  still have family there (my uncle and two of his kids still live there), in fact my sister actually moved there earlier this year. So now we will be closer. But here is some more information on my future residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.infomi.com/city/roscommon/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I don't really have time to guilt non family to help with the move. Or say good-bye to those in the area I actually liked. But I gotta go where the work is. it's like a Michigan based grapes of wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you once I'm settled, till then, Gumshoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-7376618663920382875?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7376618663920382875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=7376618663920382875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7376618663920382875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7376618663920382875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-in-michigan-is-king-nate-starr.html' title='Where in Michigan is &quot;The King&quot; Nate Starr'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/SO1Vr9lU6HI/AAAAAAAAABg/Kc1dX1hUtFY/s72-c/rosco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-5388521096959159377</id><published>2008-10-03T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:41:56.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Where have I been? I've had some good ideas for blogs. One was a whole feature on how Nick at Nite and TV Land have lost their way. My Royal Movie Pic feature on BTTF. But as we used to say in the GWF, "Real life comes first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things make sense, I'll bring it back. But for now check out My Lady's Blog. My Son got his haircut, and he looks awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-5388521096959159377?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5388521096959159377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=5388521096959159377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/5388521096959159377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/5388521096959159377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-8973494082344644941</id><published>2008-09-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:24:02.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Hole</title><content type='html'>So today I was talking about BTTF (Back to the Future for those not in 'the know').  And I made a reference to Glory of Love by Peter Cetera. Then of course I kept singing it, then my wife was singing it. So I had to hear it to get it out of my head.  So then I started playing "Rabbit Hole" on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit Hole, is a game you play with friends or by yourself where you type in a subject, and you choose a video on the list and see where it can take you. This video, links this one, to this one, to this one. As the the White Rabbit said, "When you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was traveling down the Rabbit Hole, I was hit with a memory, as music is often known to do.  I was reminded of the night my brother from another mother, Big Steve and I did an entire night of power ballads on my radio show and we called it "Salute to Prom". It was great, probably my favorite show I did. Enjoy your night, and for your listening/viewing pleasure, Peter Cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see you at the end of the Rabbit Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmSJDOVGIL8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/EmSJDOVGIL8&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-8973494082344644941?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8973494082344644941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=8973494082344644941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8973494082344644941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8973494082344644941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/rabbit-hole.html' title='Rabbit Hole'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-5915348494781181236</id><published>2008-09-15T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:30:36.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed a Day</title><content type='html'>Oh well, happens to the best of us. Sunday I worked for a couple of hours, then watched some of the TV and went to bed. Sarah, is napping and I'm keeping an eye on Explorin Corbin. Today is actually my day off and I plan on enjoying it by doing the same thing I try to do everyday, Pinky. By trying to take over the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinky and the Brain, anyone remember them, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-5915348494781181236?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5915348494781181236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=5915348494781181236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/5915348494781181236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/5915348494781181236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/missed-day.html' title='Missed a Day'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-6063212693276475818</id><published>2008-09-13T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:02:03.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, the Regular Crowd Shuffles in...</title><content type='html'>Wound up doing a couple of hours tonight on call, that's time and a half my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son got his first shiner, he was playing with a chair and it fell on him. I should say when he plays with a chair he drags it around the room like a crazy person. Well it got caught on the tile work and it fell on him. He's okay, other than the mark on his face. He took a nap shortly after it happened and then carried on like he didn't even know it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z261/starrfish23/100_2610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z261/starrfish23/100_2610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a pretty quiet Saturday, I have a call tomorrow and as a result will miss church. But dems duh berries, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-6063212693276475818?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6063212693276475818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=6063212693276475818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/6063212693276475818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/6063212693276475818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-regular-crowd-shuffles-in.html' title='Saturday, the Regular Crowd Shuffles in...'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-6766039762776541432</id><published>2008-09-12T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:41:05.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Jerry Reed</title><content type='html'>I know most of you look to this blog mostly for news and information.  So I'm not going to let you down, this past Monday, Country music Legend Jerry Reed passed away at 71.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed's story is something of Urban Myth. Learning the guitar at the age of eight when his mama bought him a two dollar guitar from the pawn shop and taught him a g-chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eventually dropped out of High School and began touring with Ernest Tubb an Faron Young and at the age of 17 signed his first recording contract with Capitol Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote songs for such musicians as Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, The Oak Ridge Boys, Dean Martin and Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people know him from "Smokey and The Bandit" or as the mean coach from "Waterboy". But however you remember him, tip your hat, as another legend rides off into the sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-6766039762776541432?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6766039762776541432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=6766039762776541432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/6766039762776541432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/6766039762776541432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/rip-jerry-reed.html' title='R.I.P. Jerry Reed'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-3164494716107716714</id><published>2008-09-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:28:23.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Movie Picks</title><content type='html'>Being that I spilled the beans earlier this week, I will get right to it. This week's Royal pick is A Mighty Wind a Christopher Guest Film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Plot:&lt;/span&gt; After the death of influential folk music producer Irving Steinbloom, his children organize a reunion concert for the three most successful groups he ever worked with, in order to pay tribute to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Irving&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;'s life. "The Folksmen", "The New Main Street Singers", and "Mitch &amp;amp; Mickey" all have their own issues with getting prepared for the concert. The New Main Street Singers are mostly new to the genre (being a reincarnation of the original Main Street Singers) and have a manager with a painfully bad sense of humor attempting to organize their antics. The Folksmen see the concert as an opportunity for a comeback, and while they express contempt for folk groups that have compromised the integrity of the genre for commercial success—an issue that comes to a head when a miscommunication about the concert playlist is discovered—they must find ways to engage a new generation of fans. Mitch and Mickey haven't spoken since a traumatic break-up decades before—now Mitch is a barely coherent emotional wreck, Mickey has married a model train enthusiast, and neither of them has played music in years. For these three groups to perform successfully on national public television, live, from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;'s Town Hall, will require a miracle of immense proportions.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why It Is Awesome:&lt;/span&gt; Well firstly it parodies folk music and I'm always a fan of that kind of art, for example God's Pottery. Genius on many levels. To write songs in different styles and improvise the dialog is just something that leaves me awestruck. The story is well told like all of the films, but the music really moves this film, of all the other films to the front for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clip: We have hear Genius Improv Actor Fred Willard, in this clip that makes laugh literally every time I watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D421N6xlisg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/D421N6xlisg&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really check this out, it's a great film and if you really want a night of laughs, pair it up with Best in Show, Waiting for Guffman, This is Spinal Tap or maybe For Your Consideration. But really don't take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-3164494716107716714?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3164494716107716714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=3164494716107716714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3164494716107716714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3164494716107716714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/royal-movie-picks_11.html' title='Royal Movie Picks'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-4558292481332696780</id><published>2008-09-10T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:14:16.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>I was going to do The Royal Movie Picks blog today (come to find out, my Wife's least favorite blog.) But something has come to my attention, something I can't stand for. Something, that you shouldn't stand for. I'm talking about the LACK of cinnamon sugar donut holes. There are glazed, which really are okay, but when autumn is upon us, nothing is better then a "C 'n' S" donut hole and some apple cider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, sounds tasty, but I've been to the grocery store a few times now and I've been denied at every turn. Now you may be saying, "But Nate, it's not autumn yet." Uh, yeah, if I can buy a Vampire Cape and a bowl with Christmas Trees on it, I should be able to find some "C 'n' S" lovin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powdered donuts are an abomination, you inhale the excess powder and it makes you cough forcing what powder isn't now in your lungs to cover your shirt. "Awesome", how can I not see the draw of powdered donuts. And really, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blueberry&lt;/span&gt; donut hole? C'mon, I'm a Yooper Man, that is just a lil too "Big City" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm letting the retail bakeries they are on notice, catch up with the rest of the departments and break out the "C 'n' S" already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-4558292481332696780?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4558292481332696780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=4558292481332696780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4558292481332696780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4558292481332696780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-1807796752644997393</id><published>2008-09-09T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:32:18.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNA here I come.</title><content type='html'>So as you know I have CNA training. But in order to work in the State of Michigan, I need to take State Boards. To prepare, I have been given a practice exam. Well, I've sat on it to make sure it wasn't "fresh" in my brain.  Tonight I decided was THE night to take it, and drum roll please, I got a 96%! So bring it on Michigan, I will be the Doctor House of CNAs. I won't be hopped on pain pills, or walk with a cane. Really, I just mean I know my stuff. Man, House is a good show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-1807796752644997393?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1807796752644997393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=1807796752644997393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/1807796752644997393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/1807796752644997393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/cna-here-i-come.html' title='CNA here I come.'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-8041662187667758436</id><published>2008-09-08T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:46:02.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Do My Werk</title><content type='html'>It's a quote from "A Mighty Wind" which will actually be this week's Royal Movie Pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today it has a more literal resonance, see today was supposed to be my first day of work for "The Agency". So as I bid my wife farewell and hop in the Shaftvan 3000 I muse to myself, "I wonder what the day is going to hold for me?" And I start my Van..wait...no I didn't. You see my Van wouldn't turn over, oh sure the classic rock of WLAV came through my radio. Oh and my lights were on. But all I got was a "click".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I drop more f-bombs than a Bernie Mac (R.I.P., we miss you Mac Man) comedy set. And charge in the house and let work know "I think my battery is dead, I'm going to be late." That's right LATE for my FIRST DAY! But it gets better, it wasn't my battery it was my starter. So I call back to say I'm not going to be tardy, I'm going to MISS my first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the silver lining is The Agency was VERY understanding and didn't even bat an eye and I'm making up the time later this week. But really I need to send a shout out to my in-laws who helped with the paying of my new starter, which I have named "Starty". Thanks, because of your generosity we don't have to move in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-8041662187667758436?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8041662187667758436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=8041662187667758436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8041662187667758436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8041662187667758436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-do-my-werk.html' title='I Can&apos;t Do My Werk'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-936922980363270471</id><published>2008-09-07T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:44:04.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Jesus is Super, Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nate's Note: I did not write this. But I've read a lot about it and think the idea is interesting and thought provoking. If you think it's interesting, leave a note. If you think I'm a blasphemer and will spend my eternal life in Hades, leave a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, both Jewish, invented Superman in the              late 1930's as a typically Jewish mythical hero. Jews were being oppressed              by Adolph Hitler at that time and Superman or Super-Jew was their              answer to Hitler. The "S" on Superman's shirt also stands              for the last names of his creators. Superman comes from the planet              Krypton -which sounds like "Tikkum olam" a Hebrew concept              of restoring the world's wrongs. Joanne, the wife of the late Jerry              Siegel, says she had often heard about the Jewish connection to Superman.              Jerry Siegel is listed in the book Jewish 100 as one of the 100 most              influential Jews of all time. He is listed along with Moses, Henry              Kissinger and Steven Spielberg.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                The Jerusalem Post quotes Daniel Schifrin              of the US National Federation for Jewish Culture as saying, "The              older I got the more I saw there was something profoundly Jewish about              Superman, that he was one of us."  He further states, "Like              Clark Kent we've been Diaspora Jews for so long, being viewed as timid              and bookish when underneath there are fierce Hebrew warriors doing              God's work."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                The 1978 movie was an 80 million dollar blockbuster              - a phenomenon in its day. It was written by Mario Puzo (The God Father)              and David Newman (Shena) and, of course, based on the comic book series              by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                The movie Superman essentially retells the              life of Jesus Christ -the ultimate Super Jew.  Richard Donner,              the director of Superman, had just completed filming The Omen (1976)              which was a film about the Antichrist.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                When Superman was released in Communist China              in 1985 the Worker's Daily called Superman "a brave hero of incomparable              strength who clearly distinguishes what to love and hate and culls              strength from weakness."  Sounds very Christ-like to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The story begins on the planet Krypton, which is now destined for                destruction. There are also three criminals who are tried and found                guilty by the ruling elders and are cast out from the planet.&lt;br /&gt;             There is similarity here with the unholy trinity of Revelation:                the dragon, the beast, and the false prophet (Rev. 16:13). Also                note the similarity in  &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/satan.htm"&gt;"the casting                out of Satan from heaven"&lt;/a&gt; (Luke 10:18).&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                 Before the tragic end of the planet, baby Kal-El,                is sent to earth to escape the approaching doom. Kal-El is part                of a &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/trinity.htm"&gt;family of three (trinity)&lt;/a&gt;: Jor-El                (played by Marlon Brando, the God Father himself), the mother (Virgin                Mary/Holy Spirit), and baby Kal-El (Jesus). It is interesting to                note that the Hebrew word for God is EL and both Superman and his                father have EL in their names. In the comic books "Kal-El"                is Kryptonian for "Star Child" -which ties into the Child                of the Christmas Star.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                 In the above scene Jor-El blesses his son with                words that sound very Biblical: "We will never leave you...All                that I have, I bequeath you, my son...You'll carry me inside you                all the days of your life...&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/trinity.htm"&gt;the son becomes                the father, and the father the...the son."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The birth of Christ was announced by a special star (Matthew 2:2)                and so it was with Superman. Christ was Virgin born (Matthew 1:23).                Superman has no earthly father.  Superman is "virgin-born"                out of a womb-like cave (stable) created by the "birth-star"                space ship.  (The womb-cave is a concept of writer David Newman.                 He used this image in &lt;em&gt;Shena&lt;/em&gt; when she emerged as the savior                of Africa from a womb-like cave.)&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                 Superman, like Christ, is both human and divine.                He is "God with us" (Matthew 1:23). He has both a human                family and a heavenly origin. He is Clark Kent/Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There is no mention of the death of Jesus' stepfather in the Bible.               However, scholars agree that Joseph probably died when Jesus was a              youth because we have no mention of him in the later years.               Jesus is referred to as Mary's Son, rather than Joseph's son, probably              because Mary was a widow. (Mark 6:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Before              Jesus entered his ministry he went into the wilderness for solitude              (Mark 1:12-13). It was the beginning of his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Following the solitude experience, Superman, as did Jesus, begins                performing super-human miracles.  Many connections to Christ.              &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                 2. Superman works with writers at the Daily Planet                newspaper. Jesus, also, associated with Matthew and John the Good                News (Gospel) writers.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                  3. The flight in sky with Lois Lane is                a take off on Peter's &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/walking_water.htm"&gt;walk on water&lt;/a&gt;                (Matthew 14:28-29). Both Peter and Lois slip downward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Superman has an enemy, Lex Luthor, &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/satan.htm"&gt;(sounds like:              Lucifer)&lt;/a&gt; who lives underground -the mistaken traditional location              of Satan. Lex Luthor presents to Superman a worldly kingdom. This              is similar to Satan's temptation of Christ with a worldly kingdom              (Matthew 4:8-10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/cross.htm"&gt;Jesus died on a cross.&lt;/a&gt; Today believers wear                crosses around their necks. And so it was in &lt;em&gt;Superman&lt;/em&gt;,                except the cross around Superman's neck was Kryptonite.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                 Following his crucifixion on the cross, Jesus                was placed in a tomb. Water baptism is a symbol of Christ's burial                (Romans 6:4). Superman was placed in a watery grave. Superman experiences                a resurrection that is witnessed by Eve Teschmacher. Eve is a woman                with a fallen nature much like Mary Magdalene who witnessed Jesus'                resurrection. Eve is also the Bible name of the first woman. Jesus                is called the second Adam in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;              &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/creeds.htm"&gt;The Apostle's Creed&lt;/a&gt; states Jesus descended              into Hades following the cross. Superman also descends into the underground              hell-fires. The Gospel of Matthew mentions the earthquakes that happened              with the death of Christ (Matthew 27:54). Matthew's account also mentions              people who were raised to life out of tombs (Matthew 27:51-53). In              &lt;em&gt;Superman&lt;/em&gt; Lois Lane dies in her tomb-car and is resurrected              by Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In order to raise Lois Lane from her tomb, Superman has to alter                  time, which he accomplishes by spinning around the earth reversing                  the rotation of the earth.  He succeeds in reversing time.                  Time is measured BC and AD. Christ altered time too.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                    Superman delivers Lex Luthor and his                  cohorts to prison. The Bible says that, "God disarmed the                  evil rulers and authorities. He shamed them publicly by his victory                  over them on the cross of Christ" (Colossians 2:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Like                Jesus, like Superman&lt;br /&gt;             Luke 24:50-53&lt;br /&gt;             "Then Jesus led them to Bethany, and lifting his hands to heaven,                he blessed them. While he was blessing them, he left them and was                taken up to heaven. They worshiped him and then returned to Jerusalem                filled with great joy. And they spent all of their time in the Temple,                praising God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture                cited:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Satan                  Falling. Luke 10:18 -NLT&lt;br /&gt;               "Yes," he told them, "I saw Satan falling from                  heaven as a flash of lightning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The                  evil three. Rev. 16:13 -NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               And I saw three evil spirits that looked like frogs leap from                  the mouth of &lt;strong&gt;the dragon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;the beast&lt;/strong&gt;,                  and the &lt;strong&gt;false prophet&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The                  star ship. Matthew 2:2 -NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "Where is the newborn king of the Jews? &lt;strong&gt;We have seen                  his star&lt;/strong&gt; as it arose, and we have come to worship him."                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Virgin                  (cave) born. Matthew 1:23 - NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "Look! &lt;strong&gt;The virgin will conceive a child!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               She will give birth to a son,&lt;br /&gt;               and he will be called Immanuel."&lt;br /&gt;               (meaning, &lt;strong&gt;God is with us&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Father                  died. Mark 6:3 -NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "He's just the carpenter, &lt;strong&gt;the son of Mary&lt;/strong&gt;                  and brother of James, Joseph, Judas, and Simon. And his sisters                  live right here among us." They were deeply offended and                  refused to believe in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Solitude.                  Mark 1:12-13 -NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Immediately the Holy Spirit compelled Jesus to go into the wilderness.                  He was there for forty days, being tempted by Satan. He was out                  among the wild animals, and angels took care of him.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;               Walking on water (clouds). Matthew 14:28-29                  -NLT&lt;br /&gt;               Then Peter called to him, "Lord, if it's really you, tell                  me to come to you by walking on water."&lt;br /&gt;               "All right, come," Jesus said.&lt;br /&gt;               So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on the water                  toward Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The                  temptation. Matthew 4:8-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Next the Devil took him to the peak of a very high mountain and                  showed him the nations of the world and all their glory. "I                  will give it all to you," he said, "if you will only                  kneel down and worship me."&lt;br /&gt;               "Get out of here, Satan," Jesus told him. "For                  the Scriptures say,&lt;br /&gt;               'You must worship the Lord your God; serve only him.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Water                  baptism = burial. Romans 6:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               For we died and were buried with Christ by baptism. And just as                  Christ was raised from the dead by the glorious power of the Father,                  now we also may live new lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The                  earthquake. Matthew 27:54 -NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Roman officer and the other soldiers at the crucifixion were                  terrified by the earthquake and all that had happened. They said,                  "Truly, this was the Son of God!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Women                  raised to life. Matthew 27:51-53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;               At that moment the curtain in the Temple was torn in two, from                  top to bottom. The earth shook, rocks split apart, and &lt;strong&gt;tombs                  opened.&lt;/strong&gt; The bodies of many godly men and &lt;strong&gt;women                  who had died were raised from the dead&lt;/strong&gt; after Jesus' resurrection.                  They left the cemetery, went into the holy city of Jerusalem,                  and appeared to many people.&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-936922980363270471?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/936922980363270471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=936922980363270471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/936922980363270471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/936922980363270471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-jesus-is-super-man.html' title='I think Jesus is Super, Man.'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-337703077343583208</id><published>2008-09-06T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:06:40.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday in the Park</title><content type='html'>No I didn't go to a park, it's a song by Chicago. "Saturday in the park, I think it was the 4th of July." Good song, I like some Chicago.  Today Sarah Corbin and I were walking through Meijer and I was singing some  song from "Yo Gabba Gabba" and Sarah was like, "Please don't sing that song, any song but that." Than as if on cue, "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls and I start doing the cabbage patch to the delight of passers by. And Corbin starts bopping to the music, and it was awesome. That's the good stuf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-337703077343583208?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/337703077343583208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=337703077343583208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/337703077343583208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/337703077343583208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-in-park.html' title='Saturday in the Park'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-8504083723341821596</id><published>2008-09-05T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:01:17.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday, I'm in Love</title><content type='html'>So guess what, I'm working. I start with a medical staffing agency on Monday, it's great i will be doing what I got training to do and I have the chance to make some good money and get some really diverse experience. What a great wait way to close the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-8504083723341821596?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8504083723341821596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=8504083723341821596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8504083723341821596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8504083723341821596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday-im-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-4763266556611853667</id><published>2008-09-04T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:57:01.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Movie Picks</title><content type='html'>Okay, this week I have been thinking about different movies. Should I pick another comedy, should I pick something artsy. And I decided to pick a film that was actually nominated for an Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;This week's Royal Movie Pick is probably my favorite film featuring a WWE Hall of Fame member in a lead role. The movie is called, "They Live" and stars "Hot Rod" "Rowdy" Roddy Piper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you dismiss this film because it stars a "wrestler", let's put away the gavel, judge.  They live was directed by John Carpenter, yes THAT John Carpenter. And i wasn't kidding when I say it was nominated for an Oscar. It was nominated for Special Effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about Roddy Piper playing a drifter who stumbles upon an alien plot to take over the world by brainwashing humans using subliminal messages. I would tell more, but why just tell you when I can show you. Let's go to the videotape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwL24b-Dp9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/OwL24b-Dp9o&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;br /&gt;How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So head to the video store pick up They Live and another movie and plunk down your dollar and say, "I'm ready for a night of entertainment, courtesy of "The King" Nate Starr."  Then when they ask who I am, direct them to my blog and tell them to be sure to check out the blog called "Do me a Solid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, check out My Lady's Blog for some great pics of Corbin and a video featuring yours truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-4763266556611853667?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4763266556611853667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=4763266556611853667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4763266556611853667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4763266556611853667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/royal-movie-picks.html' title='Royal Movie Picks'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-2917420243301780656</id><published>2008-09-03T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:51:06.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Well here it is, Sarah and I are celebrating our third wedding anniversary. Three years ago, Sarah and I set out on a journey together and we have seen some great moments and we have seen some hard times. But through it all we've stayed strong and I thank God every day that I have been blessed with a wonderful woman who has not only brought me love and strength but also brought my son, Corbin in to this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate our anniversary we grilled some steaks, had a nice salad and after we put lil man to bed we'll have some ice cream cake. Some day I would like to do something big, scratch that, one day I WILL do something big. But for now, we'll enjoy being together and talk about  "one day" when this is all just a distant memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-2917420243301780656?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2917420243301780656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=2917420243301780656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/2917420243301780656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/2917420243301780656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-8198923385859181530</id><published>2008-09-02T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:58:56.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remnants of a birthday</title><content type='html'>Today on the eve of mine and Sarah's 3rd Wedding Anniversary, we decided to beat the record heat by engaging in some ice cream, some Cold Stone Creamery Ice Cream. Now Reader, for those who don't know, Sarah and I are Cold Stone Ambassadors, if you come to visit and you have never been to a Cold Stone, well get ready to go! The ice cream is really rich and flavorful and you get to add a "mix in" or two. "Mix ins" are items like yellow cake, Reese's Peanut butter Cups or even fruit (if that's your thing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, today I had Nutter Butter flavored Ice Cream with a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup and Sarah had Marshmallow Ice Cream with Oreo Cookie. With a simple coupon and the left over money on a BIRTHDAY (see how it ties in to the title?) gift card I received from Lindsey and TJ, we were both able to enjoy our confection for only a couple of dollars including tip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, Cold Stone rules, Lindsey and TJ rock and tomorrow is the anniversary of on of the greatest days of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-8198923385859181530?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8198923385859181530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=8198923385859181530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8198923385859181530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8198923385859181530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/remnants-of-birthday.html' title='Remnants of a birthday'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-9121859886202752518</id><published>2008-09-01T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:51:35.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day- What is it?</title><content type='html'>Labor Day was created as a holiday for workers on the first Monday in September, halfway between Independence Day and Thanksgiving Day.&lt;p&gt;On September 5, 1882 the first Labor Day parade was held in New York City. Twenty thousand workers marched in a parade up Broadway. They carried banners that read "LABOR CREATES ALL WEALTH," and "EIGHT HOURS FOR WORK, EIGHT HOURS FOR REST, EIGHT HOURS FOR RECREATION!" After the parade there were picnics all around the city. Workers and celebrants ate Irish stew, homemade bread and apple pie. At night, fireworks were set off. Within the next few years, the idea spread from coast to coast, and all states celebrated Labor Day. In 1894, Congress voted it a federal holiday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we celebrate Labor Day with a little less fanfare on the first Monday of September. Some cities have parades and community picnics. Many politicians "kick off' their political campaigns by holding rallies on the holiday. Most Americans consider Labor Day the end of the summer, and the beaches and other popular resort areas are packed with people enjoying one last three-day weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it's not a day to be like Memorial Day or Independence Day, it's just a day. A day to enjoy with friends and family. So I hope you do, I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-9121859886202752518?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9121859886202752518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=9121859886202752518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/9121859886202752518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/9121859886202752518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-what-is-it.html' title='Labor Day- What is it?'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-6952597602342641249</id><published>2008-08-31T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:41:42.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John McCain Joke</title><content type='html'>John McCain is so old he used to wait tables at T.Z.I. Friday's*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thank.Zeus.It's.Friday's- See he is so old, Christianity wasn't around. LOL! Man, he would not be a good President.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-6952597602342641249?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6952597602342641249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=6952597602342641249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/6952597602342641249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/6952597602342641249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-mccain-joke.html' title='John McCain Joke'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-2637348871505563364</id><published>2008-08-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:58:01.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Holland and we'll be staying through till Monday. Tomorrow we are celebrating our 3rd Anniversary. Grandma and Granddad are watching Corbin so that we may go to dinner and maybe even a movie...ho man, I'm pretty excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-2637348871505563364?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2637348871505563364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=2637348871505563364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/2637348871505563364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/2637348871505563364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-4068416210413960153</id><published>2008-08-29T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:23:39.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some U.P. Air</title><content type='html'>I miss it, I really do, I used to go up three four times a year. Last year I made it four times. This year I have been up once and I can't stand it. I know it's because I'm poor, but man by the time I get a job the chances of getting a U.P. visit will be hard pressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do anything "special" up there, I hang out with my Mom, I see my old buddies who still live there other than that, my routine is still the same. But I just love the U.P. and I would like to go when it's fall because I would like to get some pictures of the leaves. You think Northern Lower Michigan has some beautiful forests, reader you're barely touching the surface. Marquette in the fall is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year, I'll be able to go more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-4068416210413960153?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4068416210413960153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=4068416210413960153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4068416210413960153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4068416210413960153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-some-up-air.html' title='I need some U.P. Air'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-7634101359881171096</id><published>2008-08-28T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:15:55.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing my part, America.</title><content type='html'>Most of us are too poor to tell, but our economy is in the water closet*. When we are in this state, the government asks us to, "Get out there and spend!" Studies have shown that on average people tend to spend more around the "Holiday Season" (Christmas, Hanukkah, Diwali, Ramadhan, Winter Solstice and Kwanzaa). Hence the "Holiday" Deco is getting put out earlier every year, to put us in the "Holiday Spirit" and thus we'll buy more stuff and we'll turn the economy around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you are fired up and you are most likely curious, how am I helping? Because I have a wish list! Let's say you read one of my blogs and you're like, that is so funny, I want to to get Nate a gift! Or let's say we do a "Secret Santa" and you're wondering what to get me, wish list! Since it's a wish list, there will be no practical items. It's called a wish list not a practical list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to make one, to help America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to my wishlist is listed below, I used tinyurl.com, it makes a long url tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://tinyurl.com/5enu8u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-7634101359881171096?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7634101359881171096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=7634101359881171096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7634101359881171096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7634101359881171096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-doing-my-part-america.html' title='I&apos;m doing my part, America.'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-7060999360606546073</id><published>2008-08-27T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:42:41.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Movie Picks!</title><content type='html'>Well it's a day in the week where I, look into my brain and remember a movie that you the reader should head to the local video store and rent. Some of the past movies include, Cocktail and Scrooged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we visit a comedy classic, a bona fide  must see.  This week's Royal Pick is Three Amigos! Now I'm sure the memorable scene in this film has come at you so fast and so thick you're going to have to brush them away from your face. But in case you were frozen in ice, or possibly Amish until just recently, let me break down the basic story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the film stars Chevy Chase (Dusty Bottoms), Steve Martin (Lucky Day) and Martin Short (Ned Nederlender) as silent film stars appearing in a series of films as 'The Three Amigos". The three find themselves in a bit of a pickle when they ask for a pay increase (of more than zero) they are thrown out of the studio. The three are dumbfounded as what to do when they receive a telegram to come to this small town in Mexico and save the people from the evil El Gaupo. The Three think it's a publicity stunt and break in the studio, steal back their Amigos costumes and embark on the journey. However, after a nearly fatal confrontation with El Guapo, the actors realize the danger to which they are now subject. They panic and plan a hasty retreat; but soon decide to truly become the heroes they had portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly this film is a non stop laugh riot, filled with memorable quotes and scenes. And as usual I have a clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Mw9F5zawRQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/3Mw9F5zawRQ&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;br /&gt;Just awesome, that song was written by Randy Newman who did the soundtrack to Toy Story and sings the theme song to Monk. But I digress, do yourself a favor watch Three Amigos and get ready to laugh until you continue to laugh but no sound comes out and there is that brief moment where you wonder if you are going to pass out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-7060999360606546073?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7060999360606546073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=7060999360606546073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7060999360606546073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7060999360606546073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/royal-movie-picks_27.html' title='Royal Movie Picks!'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-7190516089532955757</id><published>2008-08-26T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:21:55.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Me  A Solid</title><content type='html'>http://www.funnyordie.com/defendersofcomedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go here watch the video and mark it as funny. I made this video with my friend Brandon, I hope to do another one with real production values in the near future. But in th mean time I'd like to see the video take off. So I'm going grass roots style and asking you, who reads this blog to watch the video mark it funny THEN go to your friends who have a sense of humor and have them watch it and mark it funny. It's like the Faberge Shampoo commercial. You'll tell two friends they'll tell two friends. So thank you in advance for helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-7190516089532955757?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.funnyordie.com/defendersofcomedy' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7190516089532955757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=7190516089532955757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7190516089532955757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7190516089532955757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-me-solid.html' title='Do Me  A Solid'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-3271319741937345883</id><published>2008-08-25T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:33:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corner Gas</title><content type='html'>Reader I've discovered a show, actually I discovered it last year, it's a sitcom out of Canada called "Corner Gas". It's a really well written, well acted series with an all Canadian Cast. The show takes place in the small town of Dog River, Saskatchewan, Canada. It's a family friendly sitcom, the kind I would like to write one day. It's on WGN America (formerly Chicago's very own Channel 9) give it a viewing. And to save you scrolling through the guide or watching the TV Guide Channel, here are the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;The schedule for CORNER GAS on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WGN America&lt;/b&gt; is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wednesdays 8-8:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wednesdays 8:30-9PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mondays through Thursdays 12-12:30AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fridays 2:30AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sundays 11:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and Sundays 12AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you don't have a DVR, I suggest you dust off your VCR, rewind that tape of Back to the Future you taped off of NBC back in 1989 and record it. Trust me, I watch way more TV than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-3271319741937345883?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3271319741937345883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=3271319741937345883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3271319741937345883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/3271319741937345883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/corner-gas.html' title='Corner Gas'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-7469827143454103212</id><published>2008-08-24T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:41:20.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Like Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>Seriously, get on itunes or whatever way you get your music and download that song. I think ti's probably my favorite Lionel Richie song. But man, what a great Sunday! I got up went to church, which I have been really enjoying. Came home chilled out with the fam and then went to a church function tonight hung out and had some laughs on the beach. I tell yah I don't think I ever thanked Lindsey and TJ for inviting us to church. But I'm glad, I'm very glad. It has put a light back in my life I had been missing, I just didn't know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background about The King. See I spent some time, not a ton of time really, but two weekends a year and from one to three weeks a summer working with youth through the Episcopal Diocese of Northern Michigan. It was some of the most amazing experiences of my life. I met people from all walks of life people with interesting stories. Imagine a slacker like me sitting on a front porch schmoozing with the Bishop of New Zealand. I used my gifts of talking and comedy to add something different to the mix. I had a great time and I think I felt like it was my Neverland. I never had to grow up, my role changed over time. But for a short time I was surrounded by young people and fed off that energy. Then I left, I've always wanted to go back, but it's pretty unrealistic. I've got my own family and I live quite far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I need to join a new team and I think I have found the one in Renovate. Oh and I will be shipping Corbin to the Church Camp I worked at when he is old enough. It will do him some good to breathe some summer U.P. air, since we only seem to go in the fall/winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-7469827143454103212?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7469827143454103212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=7469827143454103212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7469827143454103212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7469827143454103212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy Like Sunday Morning'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-7226201082350550031</id><published>2008-08-23T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:00:58.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat Dance III</title><content type='html'>Okay I don't know where these winged beasts are coming from but yet ANOTHER bat some how got in my house. However, this time I was able to get it outside alive. It was a nice redemption for the battle I had just a few days ago. But seriously where in the name of Hans Christian Anderson are these things coming from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-7226201082350550031?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7226201082350550031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=7226201082350550031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7226201082350550031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/7226201082350550031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/bat-dance-iii.html' title='Bat Dance III'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-2426555496562958649</id><published>2008-08-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:58:40.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNA in the House!</title><content type='html'>Well reader, I have done it. Three glorious weeks and I am officially a CNA. It feels good, I had a good time with both classes (I spent one of my three weeks in the day class and the remaining in the evening class) quite a colorful bunch, from all walks of life. And when I started I looked at this as something I had to do to provide for my family. Not something I loved, so I was afraid I would be cold as I didn't want to get involved with the residents lives. But after a few short days, you can't help but care.&lt;br /&gt;These are Moms and Dads, Grandpas and Grandmas, Brothers and Sisters, these are people who would like nothing more than to be in their own home and never knew I existed. But for what ever reason, they are here and they rely on me, to make sure they are clean and comfortable and safe. It's not an easy job, it's not a fun job, but it's a good job and it's a real job. I've always said, "I want a job when I punch out at the end of the day, I can say, 'I made a difference today.'" Now, I have started down a road where I will be able to say that everyday i come home from work.&lt;br /&gt;Sure not every day will be filled with funny stories, some will be stressful and push me to my emotional limits. But really, what job doesn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-2426555496562958649?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2426555496562958649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=2426555496562958649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/2426555496562958649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/2426555496562958649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/cna-in-house.html' title='CNA in the House!'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-4842139649155552698</id><published>2008-08-19T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:11:34.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Movie Picks</title><content type='html'>Hey ho, everyone! I've checked for bats and we are all systems go! Every week I try to suggest a film you may have not seen, or maybe you haven't seen it in a long time. Either way, head to your local "video store" and pick this up and revisit some classics that tend to slip through the cracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's Royal Movie Pick is inspired by my love of retail shopping. What can I say, I like having a faceless conglomerate tell when I should start celebrating holidays. As we get ready for back to school I've actually seen a few Halloween yard decorations at my local Meijer. Which only means one thing, Christmas is right around the corner! So to get a drop on TV and Capitalism I'm going to showcase my 3rd favorite Holiday movie, the first being "It's a Wonderful Life". But really how can you not love that movie? I think anyone worth their salt should strive to be George Bailey...you know I'm going to stop right there, maybe I'll do that one next week. The second is of course the George C. Scott version of "A Christmas Carol" that was shown on CBS in the 1980s. It was sponsored by IBM, I actually have it on my xbox to watch this Holiday season. But again, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the magic number here is also based on a Christmas Carol, and is entitled "Scrooged" and features funny man, Bill Murray and an all star cast that bring some "Ha Ha Has" during the season of "Ho Ho Ho".  Honestly, I could review movies for real, move over Gene Shalit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Francis Xavier "Frank" Cross (Bill Murray) is a conceited, cynical television programming executive. He has found great success and wealth, but has become coldhearted and cruel. In the opening scenes he can be seen working out in a room with a wallpaper border that reads "Cross: A thing they nail people to".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His ruthless concentration on his lucrative, fast climbing career has cost him his true love, Claire Phillips (Karen Allen). It has also alienated him from his family, and obliterated any chance of his having a happy and fulfilling life. Essentially, Frank has become nothing but an expensive black suit who barks orders. He grossly overworks his assistant Grace Cooley (Alfre Woodard), forcing her to constantly break plans with her family. ("If you can't work late, I can't work late. If I can't work late, I CAN'T WORK LATE.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When Cross is given the task of heading up a live broadcast of &lt;i&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/i&gt;, his life inexplicably begins to mirror the story he's producing. First, the ghost of his mentor, 1970-media mogul Lew Hayward (who died in a golfing accident), visits him to warn him about the error of his ways; The Ghosts of Christmas Past (David Johansen), Present (Carol Kane), and Future then appear, and Frank repents. The reformed Frank reunites with Claire, who now runs a shelter for the homeless, and he finds in the end that there are more important things than winning the ratings war.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Did you get all that? Well if you aren't into reading, why are you looking at a blog? But because I'm a good King, here is the preview for viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuoRYcddR5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/EuoRYcddR5U&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it just in time for Labor Day pick up "Scrooged" and another classic from your two for a dollar section at your local Family Video. Put it in your que, or what have ye and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-4842139649155552698?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4842139649155552698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=4842139649155552698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4842139649155552698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/4842139649155552698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/royal-movie-picks.html' title='Royal Movie Picks'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831462700452413391.post-8106567342106553033</id><published>2008-08-19T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:36:08.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat Dance</title><content type='html'>KING'S NOTE: This is going to be my new blog home as you don't have to subscribe to anything to check it out. This was my most recent blog from my myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I WAS going to do a movie pick blog, but instead I have a late, literal use, breaking story. It seems when Sarah was trying to get Leroy to come into the house this evening a bat flew into the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know, freaky shit, I was sitting here getting my info together for the movie pick blog when I saw it fly around the kitchen. So I did what any man would do, went into the bedroom and told my wife to take care of it. After all, she is the Vet Tech. If an old person wandered in the house in need of vitals, I would take care of it. But she thought my thought process was flawed. So there I was staring at the bat, wondering, "How do I get a bat out of the house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time (yes this is time number TWO and it was around the same time of year...spooky) I tried to be kind and blocked off the porch where that bat had come to roost. And opened the door and when I tried to "shoo" it out of my house it flew at my face. So I had to beat it like George Clooney beats the crap out of Cheech when he's the creepy bar guy in "From Dusk Till Dawn". (And no, that wasn't my movie pick this week. But maybe next week...I digress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time however it's in my living room and there is no "easy" way to get it out. Since I'm trained to think all people have the HIV and Hep B. I also think all wild creatures carry rabies. Reader, I'm not going to lie to you. I picked up the broom, closed my eyes and prayed. I prayed because I don't believe in killing animals unless it's for food or to protect myself. So I said a prayer for the bat and with a swing straight out of Cooperstown, P-A I hit that bat with all my might!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a lil word to the wise on Bat Hunting. The skeletal system of a bat is strong enough to absorb the hit of the "bristles" of a broom. In fact the "bristles" tend to fold around the bat spreading the blow, leaving the bat feeling almost no pain and thus allows them to fly around your living room while you drop to the ground like Carry Grant in the cropduster scene in North by Northwest. (No, not the movie I was going to pick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bat proceeds to fly around my kitchen and decides to take a breather in the corner of the short hallway that leads to my bathroom, our bedroom and the bathroom. now I can just see the bat. So bringing the broom in with a swing plastic side out I strike the winged creature. Again it flys around and again I'm taken to the ground faster than Jared Leto in Fight Club! (Again, not the move I was going to pick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see it head back into the living room and it flies towards my son's bedroom door. I felt like Nick Cage in that scene in "Face off" where he's playing John Travolta having to be Nick Cage and he flashes this insane grin and goes ape shit on the cop before yelling, "I'm Caster Troy! I'm Caster Troy!" (Nope not this movie either.) Because it was then I knew I had to take this bat out for my familes sake. But alas, I had hit the bat harder than I thought and wound up putting it out of it's misery with a few more whacks. before bagging it up, saying another prayer for it's soul and apologizing to God for killing one of it's creatures. Then laying it to rest in my garbadge can outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my story, I know it reads like a cross between "White Fang" and "The old Man and the Sea" but don't worry there is no morphine or A&amp;amp;F shotgun purchases in my future*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*See Jack London committed suicide by Morphine Overdose and also wrote "White Fang" and Hemingway wrote "The Old Man and the Sea" and shot himself in the head with a double barrel shotgun he purchsed from Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch, which was then an elite excursion goods retailer and firearm supplier.The allusions also come in the fact the story is man v. nature [London] and  grace under pressure [Hemingway]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831462700452413391-8106567342106553033?l=thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8106567342106553033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2831462700452413391&amp;postID=8106567342106553033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8106567342106553033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831462700452413391/posts/default/8106567342106553033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekingnatestarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/bat-dance.html' title='Bat Dance'/><author><name>"The King" Nate Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00930043097594025279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clo3s7o-czA/Sh2VC4aalUI/AAAAAAAAACg/4aIwfx2A154/S220/nateav.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
