<?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-3465755477877639571</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:49:51.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><subtitle type='html'>I tell you what I see, you read, someone like.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-5160921596784428324</id><published>2010-03-12T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:50:47.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most unoriginal work of originality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.britannica.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/27144-004-822dd3f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.britannica.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/27144-004-822dd3f9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mankind has been around for a really long time by now. We have been discovering new thing for as long as we have been around, but when will we reach the limit of discovery? This is particularly a problem when it comes to the different forms of entertainment. Is it possible that the day will come when it is impossible to create an original movie, or record an original album, or even make an original video game? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets think about music for a little bit here. Music was once just sounds that people made with random objects that were combined to make a performance. Over time instruments were build and played. One day someone created a written language in order to increase the complexity of the music and enabled pieces of music to stand the test of time and age. Fast-forward a few years into the modern age. We now have advanced recording equipment, a vast variety of musical instruments, and many genres of music to choose from. How long until humans hit ever sound possible that is pleasing to the ear? How long until sound synthesizers will be used to their limit and all combination of sounds have used at least once? I feel like we have to be getting pretty close after listening to some of the songs that the masses are declaring as good. A few years ago a new song was released and made the artist known as Soulja Boy a wild sensation. The songs that I have heard quoted most are “Crank That”, and “Yahhh!”. It is interesting how people like it when an unintelligent, malnourished guy who wears clothes that could fit someone who weighs 400 pounds, babbles into a microphone. In his defense, the dance he made up is kind of cool. I must bring up the band Nickleback as well. Here is a band that is popular because they are so unoriginal that people just naturally like them. There is not too much talent in Nickleback, but it doesn’t matter, it is easy to like them because they are so extraordinarily ordinary. I often find that people who are not huge fans of music tend to like these guys. So my point here is that you can’t help but wonder what is next what babbles and unoriginality are wildly popular. How long can artists keep coming up with new, creative ways to keep making sounds that people want to buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t forget movies in this line of discussion either or “motion pictures” as they were originally called. I will also include books into this area due to them starting to overlap. People make movies about historic events, the future, parallels of the present and wild fictional stories. So many characters have been created through books and movies you have to wonder when no more new people can be created. We have our heroes, superheroes, their counterparts, depressed people, happy people, crazy people, and everyone in-between. The reason I feel that new ideas in film may one day end is from the high frequency of film remakes. Of course we have the new takes on the old ideas like the classic werewolves versus vampires portrayed in the Twilight series. Never before have we seen a Vampire that glitters in the sun. When it comes down to it, if you study film for a few years you can guess the plot of most films from the opening credits and the trailer. And I imagine one day we will run out of historic events that are interesting enough to put onto the big screen. If I am still around when that day comes I will make a two hour movie of a black screen, and the climax will be in the last 20 seconds when there is a massive bang and matter spawns. Or I guess I can make a movie where a guy is just sitting for a really, really long time, then one day he gets up and says to himself with a deep voice “wow I have been here forever, let me go ahead and make some light. Oh that was kind of cool, lets make some rocks that I can put stuff on so the light shines on them. The ending can be a woman handing a dude an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure there are infinite amounts of other examples out there. The fact of the matter is I really don’t feel like researching the topic and hopefully I will never develop such a mundane life to want research such a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think the best question to ask here is; is there a limit to originality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions, Comments, Concerns?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;FYI - The picture above this article displays one of the first computer mouses ever made.(As far as I know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-5160921596784428324?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/5160921596784428324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=5160921596784428324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/5160921596784428324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/5160921596784428324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-unoriginal-work-of-originality.html' title='The most unoriginal work of originality!'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-3918774651159181469</id><published>2010-02-02T00:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:47:57.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Furture, and The Insain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFn3YPAz4c/S2eynMemjuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q8eI0B4yF7k/s1600-h/8_ugly_people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFn3YPAz4c/S2eynMemjuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q8eI0B4yF7k/s200/8_ugly_people.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433507861880016610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived out my life to this point going with the flow and making decisions accordingly. I never thought I would find myself in such an interesting and yet unnerving situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire future has been placed in the hands of a lowly old man who lives in a big blue house. He sits among piles of books in this empty house working his days away. This man spend his days dissecting brains, manipulating people, and finding solutions to problems.&lt;br /&gt;The irony and humor come into play when describing how this one astoundingly unimportant, important man analyzes me. This is the only person in my life who literally thinks that I am an insane young man who has no regard for human life. The term Bad-Ass wanna-be, thrill seeker are not the right terms, but they are the first that come to his mind. I have gone through life caring little of what people think of me, yet what this man thinks of me causes my future to hang in the balance. Nothing matters in his life. But that is not true at all because there is one fact that matters. The only fact that matters is his self induced delusions that his conclusions are finite and true. He believes that people can never change. His work is his religion. How does one tell a man that he lives by a false religion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-3918774651159181469?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/3918774651159181469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=3918774651159181469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/3918774651159181469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/3918774651159181469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-lived-out-my-life-to-this-point.html' title='The Furture, and The Insain'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFn3YPAz4c/S2eynMemjuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q8eI0B4yF7k/s72-c/8_ugly_people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-3251204346192945451</id><published>2010-02-01T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:02:42.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Rebirth of Ambition</title><content type='html'>I am sorry for not writing on here on a regular basis. I have not be able to write on acount of living at what I have called home for 14 years now. I have discovered that the very physical aspecs of a building and a person whom that I share said building with can destroy ambition and hope. For some reason when I set foot in my house I am not creative, and don't want to do anything with my life. Even now as I type this I feel the words I want to write down fleeing from the mound of flesh that is contained in my skull. These facts in fact have nothing to do with what I really wish to write about therefore proving said facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have started this pointless (and most likely unread) Blog is to restate exactly what my last blog post stated. So I am inheritable going to steel a sucsessful writers brilliant technique of telling you that continuing to read this particular blog post is a compete waist of your time and energy. In my next few posts my goal is to question every preconceived assumption and thought that I can think of questioning regardless of potential consequence and ridicule. Any Christian and religious person will think less for me for not being their idea of a Christian and all non-religious people will categorize me as just another fake self proclaimed christian guy. By definition I am a Christian, but I cannot stand this title. The most intolerable people I have ever spent time with call themselves Christians; They are the least accepting, close-minded, self absorbed people group I have come across. Some other groups of people that come to mind with similar traits are street gangs, the Taliban, and the Jersey Shore cast. I still love you though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that all my posts will not be emo statements about people groups, I'll make fun of politicians too. So until next time; Youtube "count lemon demon" and click the first video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-3251204346192945451?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/3251204346192945451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=3251204346192945451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/3251204346192945451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/3251204346192945451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2010/02/death-and-rebirth-of-ambition.html' title='Death and Rebirth of Ambition'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-2907964998385940830</id><published>2009-11-26T00:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:49:19.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: May Cause Loss of Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.chron.com/blogs/sciguy/archives/Video-Games-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 425px;" src="http://images.chron.com/blogs/sciguy/archives/Video-Games-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJ2396%7E1.RIC%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&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:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&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;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";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something I think everyone should know is that I love Video Games. I can master almost any game as long as you give me a couple hours (or less) alone with it. I have owned some form of video game system since i was 10. But something has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have recently given up owning an Xbox, and somehow developed vary real withdraw symptoms. (You know it's bad when you breakdown and cry as your packing it up) So I decided to take a look back at my past experiences with my addiction of video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Withdraw Symptoms Include but are not limited to: cold sweat, anger, depression, insomnia, obsessive thoughts, a sense of confusion in regards to where all this free time came from, plans for my next fix, and friends.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone once told me I care more about my Xbox than I did her. This may have been true at the time; but in my defense she should have provided better conversation than my pet rock. (I don’t really have a pet rock but if I did we would talk often)&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;When she said this I started wondering why this is affecting me so much. So now I am taking a look back at my gaming lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I spend about $250 on games and related services. Some years i spend more than that all in the pursuit to complete a digital challenge. The Xbox 360 is my drug of choice and there are a few things about it that inexplicably pull me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that lures me in is the achievement system that Microsoft has devised to give people, with no lives the chance to brag about something. For every achievement you receive you gain points, which are added up to form your "gamer score". So right out of the box, there is the challenge to not only complete the game but now there is the challenge to do the tasks within a game to gain an achievement. One game that has recently come out that takes advantage of this system is Gears of War 2. One of the achievements is to get 100,000 kills. On an average playthrough of the entire game you get about 1000 kills, and takes about 12 hours. Since most people don’t play through games 100 times, they will be playing online for a really long time to gain that achievement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hook is the "multiplayer experience". You can go online via Xbox Live (or Playstion network for PS3 owners) and test you skills against other people all over the world. If you are not familiar with online video game play, it is a place you can go not only to play a game against other people but also a place to be ridiculed, cursed at, put down, and harassed by I'll tempered children and adults who are not content with what real life holds. But for a gamer none of this matters. Of course it is also a good place to hang out with distant friends and chat about life while running around in a digital environment. As sad as it may sound, I have a couple prominent memories with friends that involve hanging out in a game.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now some game developers have taken the idea of online play to the next level by creating the Genre known as an MMO or Massive Multiplayer online. That means Hundreds of thousands of people are playing in the same game at once. The developers of MMO’s have created entire worlds for people to wander and meet people instead of living their lives here with the rest of us. Things like this like this have successfully created a class of people who live in front of a computer. The first time I sat down to check out an MMO I was sucked in. Since first tried this type of game I have literally spent months of my life in this game and I still have yet to see everything. The MMO pulls me in through the never ending stories that are in this game and the challenge to level &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;up and see the sights of the “world”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that pulls me in is the chance to experience a compelling story by not just watching it, but playing through it. It takes the idea that movies bring us, to a whole new level. Not only are you watching those giant aliens getting shot: but you are pulling the trigger. You’re not watching that detective follow the trail of a killer; you are picking up the clues and looking at them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So all because of a love struck plumber, a paper boy, a hedgehog, and a disfigured yellow head that eats dots I have spent a couple grand and wasted many months of my life due to addiction. I now have the ability to talk and write about videos for hours if given the chance; and that is the intellectual equivalent of going to college for four years to study the cultural significance of lamps.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making all that a part of my life for 10 years, I expected it to be difficult to give it all up, but not this difficult. In the mean time I plan to play a game once or twice a week at someone else’s house until I am cut off and forced out of this 100%.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So in closing I must inform parents to limit the time they let their kids play video games and I encourage you to not allow a video game console in your house unless you kid has friends and is involved in a sport. If anyone hears of a job that pays to talk about games and game related topics please let me know. And don't ever forget, the noob combo should not be used by noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am now 1 month clean  of owning a video game console, and 2 weeks clean of any form of game playing. The latter has an 83% chance of changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-2907964998385940830?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/2907964998385940830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=2907964998385940830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/2907964998385940830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/2907964998385940830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2009/11/warning-may-cause-loss-of-life.html' title='Warning: May Cause Loss of Life.'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-627047713567098545</id><published>2009-11-19T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:50:18.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Blogiouspher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clouddragon.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 327px;" src="http://clouddragon.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/kittens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, I am glad you are joining me for the first post of what will become a weekly event. I have decided to write a book and a few other things and to put my name out there and practice my writing skills I have started this blog back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to post something once a week. Each week I plan to have a picture to the related topic, if this is not possible I will instead post a picture of a Kitten or a puppy so that Google searchers will be unwillingly pulled to my blog. Things will get started next week, which will be the week of the 23rd of November. If you like what you read please tell everyone you know and tell them to tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any comments, questions, concerns, please feel free to send me something. Until next week friends; peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-627047713567098545?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/627047713567098545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=627047713567098545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/627047713567098545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/627047713567098545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-blogiouspher.html' title='Back to the Blogiouspher.'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-450354129190986566</id><published>2009-04-06T22:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:48:26.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Children: The Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://events.stanford.edu/events/51/5164/Invisible%20Children%20logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 322px;" src="http://events.stanford.edu/events/51/5164/Invisible%20Children%20logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organization called Invisible Children is calling people to conduct a rescue! In Uganda, Africa there are thousands of children that have been abducted from their homes and forced to fight for a rebel army that is being allowed to perform untold horrors to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 25th Invisible Children is calling people to abduct themselves to force people to pay attention to innocent children that have been abducted. Go to http://www.invisiblechildren.com./home.php to see the full story and to see what you can do to help. If you don't want to do anything thats fine but I beg you to go their website and at least watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some useful links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.invisiblechildren.com./home.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDUji365-VQ&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/invisiblechildren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-450354129190986566?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/450354129190986566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=450354129190986566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/450354129190986566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/450354129190986566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2009/04/invisible-children-rescue.html' title='Invisible Children: The Rescue'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-3064499408602226028</id><published>2009-03-25T19:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:23:37.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay or DIe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/2910025091_907be70e41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/2910025091_907be70e41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I had the opportunity to see what it was like to have appendicitis. I have never experienced something like an organ of my own body trying to assassinate me and I assure you it sucks. At the time I felt i should have it fixed, little did I know what would come of it. But anyways, nearing 5 months later a whole bunch of bills show up from the hospital that my insurance did not cover which i am now forced to pay or not pay and build up really bad credit. Since I am broke and have bigger bills I am now forced to ignore this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am forced to pay over a grand because I didn't feel it was time for me to die, thats great!&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a person of little money this is a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point on if I am ever dieing from something i must say that I will never get surgery again for two reasons. Number one is i have no health insurance and my bill would be beyond me. And number too is because I will never allow a doctor to bill me because I don't feel like dieing, I don't like living in debt so I shall not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions, Comments, concerns?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-3064499408602226028?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/3064499408602226028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=3064499408602226028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/3064499408602226028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/3064499408602226028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2009/03/pay-or-die.html' title='Pay or DIe!'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/2910025091_907be70e41_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-8532412234844238947</id><published>2008-11-30T00:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T03:36:24.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted Insanity (Another Emo Post by Mikey G)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tomjech.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/prede_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 250px;" src="http://tomjech.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/prede_1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living for twenty years theres one thing in my life and that I always see in others that I find pathetic. That is the pursuit of Romantic relationships. After looking back on all my past relationships I have to say that there is always more bad than good. And I seem to be the only one who tries to remember the good in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have lost all desire to Date and be married. Don't get me wrong, I still have the inner desires for female companionship because I am still human and no John I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; Gay. I just don't care about dating and anything of that subject anymore. If there was an object to represent dating I would piss on it for how much it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;Just think about what it does to people! It causes Anger, jealousy, Hate, Bitterness, neglect, Sadness, Depression, sorrow, pain, pettiness, lies, selfishness, misinterpretation and shame. The things I have seen what people do just to be with someone that think they like or love are strait up stupid! I have seen friends stab each other in the back, I have seen friendships end, and i have even seen people physically and verbally abuse people for the sake of being with someone. So right now I am very alright with Never pursuing a girl again in my life. yup, thats right everyone, I am defying what some would say is a part of my humanity to focus on more important things in my life. I feel that this is what I am being called to do. The only Way I will ever do so again is if God Throws a miraculous sign in my face that knocks me back and makes me go "WHOA!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that a loving relationship does also bring out the best in people. But not enough to convince me that the idea of trying to date the person you currently think you like is worth it. I refuse to be a part of the statistics of failed marriages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just tired of people hurting each other and themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Questions, comments, concerns?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-8532412234844238947?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/8532412234844238947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=8532412234844238947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/8532412234844238947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/8532412234844238947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/11/accepted-insanity-another-emo-post-by.html' title='Accepted Insanity (Another Emo Post by Mikey G)'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-7447661198166898713</id><published>2008-11-30T00:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:23:00.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>This thanksgiving was like non other for me. I was hundreds of miles away from home with almost no money and no family nearby. Luckly God provides for his children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am thankful for are the people that God has placed in my life. When you place your trust in God that he will provide for you in time of need he will do so. he brought people into my life to help me not go hungry and starve on this thanksgiving. I am also thankful for all the people in my life who are there for me, even if its just to talk. It makes life easier. And I can't end this without saying how much I am thankful to God himself and being merciful and loving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more of you life you turn over to him the more you'll be amazed!&lt;br /&gt;God will work wonders if you just let him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-7447661198166898713?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/7447661198166898713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=7447661198166898713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/7447661198166898713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/7447661198166898713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-4787002796443808489</id><published>2008-11-22T05:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:07:06.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reaching out&lt;br /&gt;with words and arms&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Backed me up&lt;br /&gt;As the people around became closer&lt;br /&gt;I felt the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Inside&lt;br /&gt;                  And&lt;br /&gt;                    Far far away&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want you to see me&lt;br /&gt;                     the real me&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of being loved&lt;br /&gt;                     or loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;behind my quite&lt;br /&gt;and unspoken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;                                and you didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy we're friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-4787002796443808489?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/4787002796443808489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=4787002796443808489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/4787002796443808489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/4787002796443808489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-1613747537379592474</id><published>2008-11-22T04:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:53:30.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a dream&lt;br /&gt;Today is reality&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-1613747537379592474?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/1613747537379592474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=1613747537379592474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/1613747537379592474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/1613747537379592474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-1215131456491979928</id><published>2008-11-05T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:40:38.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin has taken hold. Forgive me my Lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/prayer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/prayer1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life is not easy right now.  I am physically weak. I feel the stresses on my body. I am emotionally stressed. And i am mentally stressed from work that continues to pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear I am dangerously close to my breaking point. The devil has seen this too and is trying to break me farther. I allowed anger and bitterness into my heart and didn't see it, it blinded me. over the past week I have completely lost sight of what I live for. To deal with what I was feeling I did what I normally do, go for a run. In the state I'm in after surgery this could potentially put me in the hospital. So after I hurt myself i turned to others. I went out of my way to inflict anger and hurt on someone else and laughed about it. For those of you who know me will know that this is not me. The corruption i allowed into my heart has brought me back to a Godless self. I asked God why i felt so crappy about stuff and why he allowed everything that was going on to happen. I was mad at him for making me too weak to do anything. I went to sleep that night still feeling the pain of the hurt I caused myself and with the bitterness i caused other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke the friend i had purposely hurt told me of what i had done and in that moment i saw the evil that was in my heart. HOW CAN I BE SO IGNORANT OF SUCH A THING IN MY HEART! I have turned my eyes from God for just a moment and trampled one of his precocious children!!!  I deserve death by doing so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 10:26,27&lt;/span&gt; Dear friends, if we deliberatively continue sinning after we have received knowledge of the truth, there is no longer any sacrifice the will cover these sins. There is only the terrible expectation of God's judgment and the raging fire that will consume his enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i read these verses i became aware of the song that was playing over the speaking in the establishment i was sitting in and it was How to Save a Life by the fray and the lyrics Were did i go wrong I lost a friend and i knew that i had pushed friends that i cared about from my life for giving into sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than i went on to read Hebrews 10:32-36. It brought back memories of how no matter what happened I never turned my head. I could be suffering from something for months and i could always say thank you God. It was than i read Hebrews 11:1-3 as the song over the speakers played Meant to Live by Switchfoot. Tears streamed down my face as I started begging for Gods mercy and forgiveness.  everything seemed to disappear around me as i kept praying and kept reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to mend what i have undone and to heal me and the people i have wronged. Than God brought me to Proverbs 3.  The first verses i read were 11 and 12. That made me realize that this is God disciplining me. I read all of Proverbs 3 and when to Hebrews. Hebrews 12: 11-13 told me what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;  No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening - it's painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way.&lt;br /&gt;   So take a new grip with your tired hands and strengthen your weak knees. Mark out a straight path for your feet so that those who are weak and lame will not fall but become strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is all I can do now. Though I still feel physically, emotionally, and mentally weak I know i must place it all in Gods merciful hands again and ask for his forgiveness and for the forgiveness of others. And deal with the physical hurt i have caused myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3465755477877639571-1215131456491979928?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/1215131456491979928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=1215131456491979928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/1215131456491979928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/1215131456491979928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/11/sin-has-taken-hold-forgive-me-my-lord.html' title='Sin has taken hold. Forgive me my Lord!'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-925666255648917661</id><published>2008-10-13T04:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T05:05:46.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ManMade Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.pbase.com/g6/73/598673/2/70685528.g45QklCo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.pbase.com/g6/73/598673/2/70685528.g45QklCo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;I am sitting by a window and it is a little past 4:00 AM and I’m looking out onto a few streets with the full moon looming ahead. These streets are pretty busy during the day and yet at this time of night, they are dead. There is not a single thing moving in sight. I can go out and walk these streets but it would be unwise and dangerous. At this time of day people lose reason in their minds and laws of our society no longer bind their morals. The people who wonder the streets now are thieves, murderers, and they are broken inside. Were it later in the day these streets would be safe enough for a child to walk down! It’s Crazy how a change in the hour can affect a street so drastically! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Another thing that changes this time of day is how they are lit. Man made street lamps illuminate them now, but they are still dark and cold. But then there is Gods Light. During a later hour of the Day Gods light, will bring these streets to life once more and warm the air and make the streets friendly again. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s interesting how a change in the hour can affect a street so drastically. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Dare I walk these Godless streets at this hour? Or shall I let the people go to sleep before the sun rises just to awake in darkness again? If I don't, who will?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-925666255648917661?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/925666255648917661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=925666255648917661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/925666255648917661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/925666255648917661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/10/manmade-light.html' title='ManMade Light'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-1171423007290778108</id><published>2008-10-07T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:28:54.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up Chicks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;The art of picking up chicks has been a mystery since the beginning of man. sure, there are books on the subject but if your anything like me, you don't have time to sit and read some incredibly long tome. For anyone longing to be successful at picking up chicks but needs a simple plan to follow here are five easy steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1: THE PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Go to a place where chicks hang out. Obviously you can't pick up a chick if there are no chicks around you. The place you go will depend on where you live. In some parts of the country it could be in a store while other places it could be at a fair or a carnival. Do some research to determine where the chicks are in your area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2: THE DECISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks are never by themselves so you'll literally have to pick one out. Every chick is different so make sure you get a good look at all of them. You can tell right away which one is for you by watching their behavior patterns. They range anywhere from extremely tempermental to incredibly needy. It's important not to spend too much time choosing. After all, they're just chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3: THE LURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Once you've decided which chick you'd like to get, than you need to figure out what will attract that particular chick to you. Some will be attracted to shiny things while others will respond to food. Some are so desperate they'll just come at the sound of your voice. Try any of the three methods until one of them works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 4: THE PRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Take someone with you who knows what they're doing. Picking up chicks is not as easy as it looks. It always helps to have someone with you who has actually been successful at it. They'll be able to help you with you with your timing and make sure you aren't geting yourself more chick than you can handle. Remember when in doubt, the pro always knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 5: THE PICK UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Follow these directions carefully. Begin by getting the chick's attention with one of the lures mentioned in step 3. As soon as the chick begins moving towards you, place the lure in your palm and slowly lower your hand until it touches the ground. After a few minutes the chick should just hop right into your hand. When it does gently lift the baby chicken to your face and rub against your cheek.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-1171423007290778108?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/1171423007290778108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=1171423007290778108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/1171423007290778108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/1171423007290778108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/10/picking-up-chicks.html' title='Picking up Chicks.'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-6958555159258280257</id><published>2008-08-28T18:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:11:46.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God, why must I stay so Blind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angelbabies.com.au/USERIMAGES/_____sorrow_longing_tears______by_Westia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.angelbabies.com.au/USERIMAGES/_____sorrow_longing_tears______by_Westia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i have become a christian I have always had the faith and trust in God that he will always bring me through even if i could not see were he was taking me. In a sense he is keeping me blind but still leading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me being blind is getting really old! God Must really like keeping in the dark, because I have remained blind for a while now. I meet people who no Gods calling for them, weather it be youth ministry, or worship ministry or and secular job. I know people who are really good and stuff and can honor God in that. Why can't I be like that! Sure I'm good at being nice and uplifting, but where the crap is that gonna get me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at anything of worth, i have no calling in my life, I never know where i'm going to be from week to week. What if I am just waisting my money on all this college stuff? In the past i could always talk to a mentor about this kinda of stuff but God found it necessary to completely remove all of them from my life at the moment. WERE AM I GOING TO TURN NOW! When my dad was still alive i could always count on him being there when i needed help. No matter the time of day, or the date, or location he was always freaking there!!  I'm tired of being blind! I'm tired of not knowing where to go next! Satan sure knows how to dish out the low blows don't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm just adrift in an ocean and God is the current. I have no idea where its gonna take me, I can only hope it takes me to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I lost my faith, it's just that I get tired of holding on to only that so tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I will just keep praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-6958555159258280257?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/6958555159258280257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=6958555159258280257' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/6958555159258280257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/6958555159258280257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-why-must-i-stay-so-blind.html' title='God, why must I stay so Blind?'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-849707914010573575</id><published>2008-08-19T23:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:38:26.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Awesome! Try some.</title><content type='html'>So tonight started out with talking to people on AIM and my dear friend. Lets call her Elizabeth. So Elizabeth decided that we need to go for a walk. My first thoughts were (why the?) So we met outside and started walking into town just talking casually about random stuff. About ten minutes into this walk I'm looking down the street talking when i hear Elizabeth go "oh my". I turned and saw the fountain in the middle of town gushing with soap suds!! I giggled like a little school girl when i skipped over and we proceeded to have a foam fight. We stepped into the fountain and the more suds we displace for are awesome fun the more formed again. we played in this soapy euphoria for about 15 minutes and let me tell you, it was one of the best times I have ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt i had to share this moment in life because I think you have to enjoy the little things in life! If you think this story is lame, than chances are you are in fact lame. Now go out and do something Incredibly random and have an have an awesome time doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just had to place a point to it didn't I!! oh yeah i went there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-849707914010573575?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/849707914010573575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=849707914010573575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/849707914010573575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/849707914010573575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-awesometry-some.html' title='Random Awesome! Try some.'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-2600526696315184436</id><published>2008-08-15T03:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T04:47:36.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's not worth the overdose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.kansan.com/img/photos/2007/12/02/depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://media.kansan.com/img/photos/2007/12/02/depression.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don't wanna go out with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: why not!? Whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Its just over. (click)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: (throws phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this conversation the boy felt hopeless and underly depressed. The boy had not seen this coming, he had no idea what was going on. At that moment he thought through his mind "What could my worth possibly be if i can't even make a girl happy enough to stay with me!" as he cursed aloud to himself. Ten minutes had passed with the boy walking back and worth wondering to himself what he did wrong, could this be fixed, and why he was stupid enough to put forth effort into another person who would turn around and run.&lt;br /&gt;He started to be overwhelmed with the anger and sadness as he looked up and his eye randomly landed on the medicine cabinet which was full of medication at the moment. The reason this cabinet was fun of meds was because the boy had been taking several medications to help quell the depression he had been going through. He walked over and grabbed 4 bottles of pills, dumped them out on the counter, went to the sink for a glass of water, and started downing pill after pill until the counter was empty. He walked into the next room pulled out a knife and looked to his arm. The boy found a nice empty spot in between scabs from other knife cut and made two deep straight cuts into his flesh. After that he pulled a cover over him and cried till he passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start off by asking a simple question. Do you have to always be in a relationship to be happy?I know too many young people who are always looking for a boyfriend or girlfriend and are always unhappy and depressed about life. their view of life is so messed up that they think to only good comes from a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try relying on someone so perfect that they will never leave you or put you down. Try getting to know yourself, and find a way to be happy in life without dating. I say this because if you enter a relationship in a bad place in life chances are that if it ends you will still be in that bad place. My point to all this is if you struggle with in this part of you life date the ideals and teachings of Jesus Christ. It will give true meaning to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke after passing out on the couch I could only see blurs of colors and i could not walk. I had an I V in my arm and i was on a suicide watch in the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia a day later. It took me a few moments to remember the following day and to realize where I ended up. Following that I was sent to a psychiatric Hospital called Brook Glenn. I look back on what I did and the only thing i can say is "wow that was possibly the dumbest thing I have ever done".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I totally support people dating. Just make sure you life is together enough to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your a girl reading this, read the title as He's not worth the overdose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-2600526696315184436?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/2600526696315184436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=2600526696315184436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/2600526696315184436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/2600526696315184436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-not-worth-overdose.html' title='She&apos;s not worth the overdose!'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-6353198839646413248</id><published>2008-08-13T19:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:18:31.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkness of Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk145/1riley1/night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk145/1riley1/night.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my life I have met, and still know many people who are afraid of the Dark. I was scared of the dark at one point in my life too, but I have since overcome that. The reason humans are scared of being in the dark is because people are scared of the unknown. For some reason people need to be able to clearly see everything thats going on around them at all times. If you one of those people, you ever think about what would happen if you put your life completely in the hands of something bigger?&lt;br /&gt;(If you do not believe in God you may have a hard time understanding anything past this point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I Write about this is because I know there is no reason to be scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I no longer fear the dark is because I know someone who does knows whats in it. God knows exactly what is in the darkness around me and i have faith that he does not want to harm me. If you have given you life to Christ than why would he want to take what is already his? If you live for Christ he will always be there with you protecting you. He will forever be there with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 139: 8&lt;/span&gt;If i go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Psalm 139:12&lt;/b&gt; Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 1:5 &lt;/span&gt;The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I have overcome my fear of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, have a little caution if you going into the woods or you see your door or window busted open! In cases like that you have four options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: running&lt;br /&gt;2: a friend (Must be Male and Big)&lt;br /&gt;3: 911&lt;br /&gt;4: a weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This Message does not apply to ninjas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-6353198839646413248?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/6353198839646413248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=6353198839646413248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/6353198839646413248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/6353198839646413248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/08/darkness-of-night.html' title='The Darkness of Night'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-5948553652100402823</id><published>2008-08-10T03:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:39:43.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grandmother's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bellavistachristian.org/home/1746/1805/grandmother-boy-child-grandparent-family-close-relation-%7E-PAA203000019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bellavistachristian.org/home/1746/1805/grandmother-boy-child-grandparent-family-close-relation-%7E-PAA203000019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year I have had the opportunity to spend time with a couple friend's families and I got to see how my friends interact with their parents and grandparents and how a loving family acts. During this time I took noticed to grandparents. I have always heard that grandparents are suppose to be kind, loving and be the parents you go to to have fun and get candy from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but to envy these families. I always wished that my grandmom would have been there for any part of my life, maybe like when i was depressed, or the times i had trouble with my mom, or when my father died. instead she decided to cut off all contact with my family. What a good way to show your love, right?! I can name a few dozen times in life i could have used some love.&lt;br /&gt;A couple times though out my life i can remember my grandmother and my mom talking and we would visit and she would cut us off again out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 2 months my mom and grandmother started talking once again and i have had a few invitations to visit her. I turned down those invites because i honestly don't think i can stand face to face with her without saying something I will regret. I hate to watch my mom set herself up to be devastated once again in her life. Its happening exactly the same as it has before.  I keep praying to God that i will be able to let go of this feeling of abandonment. Theres nothing i want more than to tell my grandmom i love her, but I truly can't. I just hope that God will give me the strength to do so before she is on her death bed. And in the end I have faith that he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So the point of this post is to remind you to Never take your grandparents for granite. Value your time with them. If your a grandparent and your reading this please show your love for your kids and grandkids and pass on the wisdom that comes with the experience of living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can relate to my story and are going through something similar, put it in Gods hands. Let do his healing, because without him we are nothing! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Philippians 4:13 I can do all through him who gives me strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-5948553652100402823?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/5948553652100402823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=5948553652100402823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/5948553652100402823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/5948553652100402823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandmothers-love.html' title='A Grandmother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465755477877639571.post-5812697882887161669</id><published>2008-07-27T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:15:57.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My conversation with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bEFn3YPAz4c/SIwEe8uXbYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FD39Ru70vGo/s1600-h/lightning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bEFn3YPAz4c/SIwEe8uXbYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FD39Ru70vGo/s200/lightning1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227558197213490562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me you know i like to tell random stories, so heres one i thought i would share with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was just sitting around thinking about different aspects of life when i start to hear rumbling of thunder in the distance. I watched as the storm came closer and when it finally hit I got a bit excited because I'm a sucker for a good storm. I ran outside to get up close and personal with it and i couldn't help but think how awesome God is for creating such power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After standing out in the rain and thunder for a few minutes when I put up my hands and yelled "is that all you got, bring it!" and in that vary second a huge bolt of lightning stuck the ground in the not so far distance and the loud crack of the thunder shook me. I laughed and started talking to God for a bit after that. when i hit a pause in my conversation i remember thinking about how i was so stoked about how freakin awesome God can be so i just had to say "One more time just for laughs " and again at that moment a bolt of lightning crossed the sky. After that i just smiled and went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell this story because I felt God was there with me in that 20 mins. I knew that he was listening to me, and i knew if God wanted to strike me down he could in an instant but i have already given my life to him. I felt safe with him by my side and i know he is by your side as well. When it comes time to face a fear or do something that is not easy just remember God is with you always, you just have to surrender and let him in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465755477877639571-5812697882887161669?l=mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/feeds/5812697882887161669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465755477877639571&amp;postID=5812697882887161669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/5812697882887161669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465755477877639571/posts/default/5812697882887161669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikegiacchetta.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-conversation-with-god.html' title='My conversation with God'/><author><name>Mikey G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04333280412457256374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bEFn3YPAz4c/SIwEe8uXbYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FD39Ru70vGo/s72-c/lightning1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
