<?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-124290341506556110</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:02:02.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the shnazzy blog</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog that is shnazzy, written by an awesome child named max.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-3057954511442786645</id><published>2010-04-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:54:15.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dragons and griffins and all that other crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/S7wUSoXMZZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mf8FOdVEzdE/s1600/3847027500_31b74413b2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/S7wUSoXMZZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mf8FOdVEzdE/s400/3847027500_31b74413b2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457259158771099026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have always been a fan of mythical creatures. i like reading about animals and mythical animals tend to be a lot more interesting. i don't really care if they're real or not. so i found this diagram interesting. this shows the combination of different animals which make up each mythical creature. most mythical creatures are a combination of two to four animals and a lot of them with a human in the mix. if you can't read the diagram, click on the post title for a larger image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-3057954511442786645?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/preshaa/3847027500/sizes/l/' title='dragons and griffins and all that other crap'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3057954511442786645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3057954511442786645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2010/04/dragons-and-griffins-and-crap.html' title='dragons and griffins and all that other crap'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/S7wUSoXMZZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mf8FOdVEzdE/s72-c/3847027500_31b74413b2_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-4264773731160680511</id><published>2010-04-06T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:39:57.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robot unicorn attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best game ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;press &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt; to jump&lt;br /&gt;hold &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt; down for longer jump&lt;br /&gt;press &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt; twice for double jump&lt;br /&gt;press &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; to dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dash through as many stars as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the music on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click title for link&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-4264773731160680511?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html' title='robot unicorn attack'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/4264773731160680511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/4264773731160680511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2010/04/robot-unicorn-attack.html' title='robot unicorn attack'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8401959377452600493</id><published>2010-03-28T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:19:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yosemite</title><content type='html'>i'm going camping with my mom, my dad, and my friend nicholas in yosemite valley. There's a chance it might rain and snow every day! wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-8401959377452600493?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8401959377452600493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8401959377452600493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2010/03/yosemite.html' title='Yosemite'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6908938794702084541</id><published>2010-02-02T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:19:34.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a happy happy root beer day!</title><content type='html'>today, february 2, is root beer day. international root beer day. look it up. it's a real holiday, like seriously, it's a real holiday. i celebrated by drinking the world's most expensive root beer, virgil's root beer. $6 for a four pack. look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did you celebrate international root beer day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here, for your entertainment, while you glurp down that amazing brew, are 6 facts about root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) root beer originally was called small beer and had a small amount of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;2) root beer is made with 16 different kinds of roots and herbs.&lt;br /&gt;3) root beer was invented by the early american colonists.&lt;br /&gt;4) according to cha cha, feb 2 is international root beer day.&lt;br /&gt;5) according to wikapedia, dec 4 is international root beer day.&lt;br /&gt;6) according to some other thing, aug 5 is international root beer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say we celebrate all of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6908938794702084541?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6908938794702084541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6908938794702084541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-happy-happy-root-beer-day.html' title='have a happy happy root beer day!'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-3482749811949610001</id><published>2010-01-16T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:37:15.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil drumer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOR8-IJ4jIg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/eOR8-IJ4jIg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;this kid is 5 years old, completely self-taught, and sponsored.&lt;br /&gt;to learn more click title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-3482749811949610001?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonahrocks.com/home.htm' title='lil drumer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3482749811949610001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3482749811949610001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2010/01/lil-drumer.html' title='lil drumer'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-5209766437405917124</id><published>2009-11-26T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:37:51.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max's Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/Sw6un_QG8QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MCpZU5L5lrg/s1600/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/Sw6un_QG8QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MCpZU5L5lrg/s400/Slide1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408452204535673090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my brain (those are the real colors).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-5209766437405917124?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/5209766437405917124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/5209766437405917124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/11/maxs-brain.html' title='Max&apos;s Brain'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/Sw6un_QG8QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MCpZU5L5lrg/s72-c/Slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-2988220571662812981</id><published>2009-09-08T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:36:53.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the monthly max phrase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the monthly max phrase&lt;/span&gt; is something i will do regularly. whenever i start to say a new phrase i will put it in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the monthly max phrase&lt;/span&gt;. which means it might not be monthly, it could be daily, weekly, monthly, even yearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this "month's" phrase is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, My Good Gosh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-2988220571662812981?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/2988220571662812981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/2988220571662812981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/09/monthly-max-frase.html' title='the monthly max phrase'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6067980007283901390</id><published>2009-08-13T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:19:38.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>videogame strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJrGYpYx8CQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJrGYpYx8CQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6067980007283901390?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6067980007283901390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6067980007283901390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/08/videogame-strings.html' title='videogame strings'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-4895497313671643531</id><published>2009-08-02T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:36:41.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maori spongebob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SnYxD2DsEkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GxbBJ1STj14/s1600-h/spongebob.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SnYxD2DsEkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GxbBJ1STj14/s320/spongebob.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365529948178879042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tash McGill was at our house.  in fact, she still is. as you might know, Tash is from New Zealand.  she is a kiwi (a new zealander).  the native kiwis are called maori (when Tash says that word, it sounds like "more-ee").  she found this thing which is a spongebob website of a tv show which actually exists, which is just the exact same thing as spongbob, but in the maori language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click the title of this post, then click on the clip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-4895497313671643531?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://is.gd/1YKuL' title='maori spongebob'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/4895497313671643531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/4895497313671643531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/08/maori-spongebob.html' title='maori spongebob'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SnYxD2DsEkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GxbBJ1STj14/s72-c/spongebob.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-3408143717997133521</id><published>2009-08-02T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:16:43.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bridge craft</title><content type='html'>i was lookin' for a game to blog about. and i came across&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bridge Craft&lt;/span&gt;.it's not that amazing. but, you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out (click title of post).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-3408143717997133521?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.freewebarcade.com/game/bridgecraft/' title='bridge craft'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3408143717997133521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3408143717997133521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/08/bridge-craft.html' title='bridge craft'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-3774573742915727868</id><published>2009-07-09T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:18:43.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>riddle!!!!</title><content type='html'>riddle&lt;br /&gt;who ever figures it out, wins a small, orange, play hammer (don't ask me were i got it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the riddle: a cowboy rides in to town on friday, he stays in town for three days, then leaves town on friday. how did he do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-3774573742915727868?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3774573742915727868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3774573742915727868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/07/riddle.html' title='riddle!!!!'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7515314759447098793</id><published>2009-06-23T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:31:58.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>middle school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOLS OUT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm officially a middle schooler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;which means i'm a 6th grader. not 5th, 6th. 5th, not 6th. i mean, 6th or is it 5th. no, 6th, ya, 5th. i mean, 6th, ya, that's it, 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't make a difference with school. because my school goes from preschool to 8th grade. but it does make a difference with church, i'm excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7515314759447098793?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7515314759447098793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7515314759447098793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/06/middle-school.html' title='middle school'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6439650439223951509</id><published>2009-06-16T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:00:53.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids</title><content type='html'>i'm going to write a little bit about every kid in my class.&lt;br /&gt;GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sean&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: stussi - his last name)&lt;br /&gt;can be funny, mature (for an 11 year boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maxine&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: maca-seena)&lt;br /&gt;smart, nice, and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;katelynn&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: none)&lt;br /&gt;sassy, strong physically and verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miles&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: mills)&lt;br /&gt;short, funny, likes baseball a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quinn&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: quinny-binny)&lt;br /&gt;funny, smart, and weird (in a good way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forrest&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: dayy)&lt;br /&gt;tall, cool kid, and first one to have a reason to consider a razor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sean&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: lemonhead)&lt;br /&gt;good at drawing, smart, and knows how to have a good time even if everybody else isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;montana&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: none)&lt;br /&gt;only redhead in class, very strong verbally, and another sassy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nick&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: nini)&lt;br /&gt;one of those people everybody likes, funny, and physically strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isabella&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: izzy)&lt;br /&gt;small, excellent knitter, and enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicholas&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: pickle)&lt;br /&gt;big, funny, and not one to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aiyana&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: none)&lt;br /&gt;almost as tall as my dad, very thin, and enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;madeleine&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: maddy)&lt;br /&gt;short, laughs a lot, someone all the girls like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hunter&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: hunner, or as i like to call him, the little energizer bunny)&lt;br /&gt;short, smart, and fast, not one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: none)&lt;br /&gt;does not appreciate most males, super girly, seriously colorful clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: none)&lt;br /&gt;outgoing,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; very &lt;/span&gt;strange (not necessarily in a bad way), and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cassady&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: sassady)&lt;br /&gt;i literally didn't know what sassy meant until i came to my school and met her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VERY&lt;/span&gt; strong verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nia&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: none)&lt;br /&gt;can be funny, mini-'fro, strong physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: scotty-potty)&lt;br /&gt;tall, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fast, he is really funny if he just lets his jokes come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;john mathew &lt;/span&gt;(nickname: jones)&lt;br /&gt;if you've got no one to hang out with, he's always there. he's really "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gia&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: none)&lt;br /&gt;really outgoing, really skinny, and really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: none)&lt;br /&gt;very quiet, she's new to our class; and, like i said, she's quiet.  so i don't really know much about her besides that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;max&lt;/span&gt; (nickname: extremely handsome and freaking awesome boy)&lt;br /&gt;extremely handsome, freaking awesome, smarter than a 5th grader, and the guy everyone thinks is extremely handsome and freaking awesome.  'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mrs. charmichael&lt;/span&gt; (our teacher)&lt;br /&gt;otherwise known as "miss carmel-muncher", or as i like to call her, "commander caramel".  very nice, motherly (kinda, like, she treats all of us like her children, in a non-creepy way), and a great teacher.  and if i could choose any teacher from my school, i would choose commander caramel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know what i have to deal with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6439650439223951509?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6439650439223951509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6439650439223951509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/06/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6396090543955983798</id><published>2009-05-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:00:30.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye daddy blog</title><content type='html'>this is sad, my daddy is giving up his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is a post about my thoughts about my dad giving up his beloved blog. first of all, my dad has been blogging for, i don't know, let's say four years and i've always thought that it's kind of kind of cool that he blogs. just the idea of my dad having his own website as a kid sounded like someone really important.  who doesn't like the idea of their dad being someone important? and so when i figured out that i could get my own website (blog), i freaked! it was like christmas or fruitcake.  it just kept on being exciting. i named my blog crazy max's blog which later became the shnazzy blog.  then my dad decided his job and being with his family were the two things that made him most happy in life, so he quit twitter, he quit facebook, and he quit his blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt pretty weird to be the only blogger in the family. and of course it still does. for one, i'm sad that he quit his blog because i liked it! and for two, i'm happy that he quit his blog because he quit it for me, so he could spend more time with me (and my family). the happy part seems to be a little bit stronger so that's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever expect me to quit like my wussy dad did, for family.  i have my priorities in order! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6396090543955983798?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6396090543955983798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6396090543955983798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-bye-daddy-blog.html' title='bye bye daddy blog'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-908621609217949185</id><published>2009-05-30T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:16:00.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what does this say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span 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153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-908621609217949185?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/908621609217949185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/908621609217949185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-does-this-say.html' title='what does this say?'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-990974897440223976</id><published>2009-05-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:50:36.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the stupid test 4!</title><content type='html'>a fun game this is. master yoda says. easy it is (for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;max: tell me if you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click title of post for game)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-990974897440223976?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.addictinggames.com/thestupidtest4.html' title='the stupid test 4!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/990974897440223976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/990974897440223976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-test-4.html' title='the stupid test 4!'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-1076889869411525611</id><published>2009-05-19T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:18:28.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>46 year old dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>well, my dad is turning 46 on the 24th. i have no idea what to get him, neither does my mom. any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-1076889869411525611?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1076889869411525611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1076889869411525611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/05/46-year-old-dad.html' title='46 year old dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8858727606768957897</id><published>2009-05-10T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:35:13.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terminator</title><content type='html'>sorry i haven't been able to blog in a while.  i haven't had enough time with homework and all.  but i'm blogging now :o) the reason this post is entitled "terminator" is because i have watched all three terminator movies in the past two weeks.  i'm preparing myself for T4 which is coming out may 21 at a theater near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the first one was the best as most movies are. the second one was almost as good in my opinion so it was still very good but not quite as good.  you got this?  deep info, yes?  and the third one wasn't nearly as good as the second one, but yes, it was still good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was kind of stupid that arnold said he would be back, but he's not back and he's not going to be back because he has moved away from terminator and become governator.  what a loss. i hope terminator salvation can manage being freaking awesome without the newly known governator.  i'll report back after may 21 with more info on salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-8858727606768957897?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8858727606768957897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8858727606768957897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/05/terminator.html' title='terminator'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-5821650526717609220</id><published>2009-04-17T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:46:16.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how that top ten london list turned out</title><content type='html'>this post is officially my first post i've ever made after i've been in europe and you may notice that i have changed.  london has moved me.  sigh....  and i think i've picked up an accent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is a response to how i thought of the things i thought would be the best (say that 10 times fast).  here we go chaps.  jolly good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;max's top ten things he was looking forward to in london list and how they turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 flying lessons with peter pan--omg we found peter pan in kensington gardens, we went to neverland and frolicked a bit until we saw hook who was actually a homeless man sleeping in the woods behind the statue of peter pan.  kind of freaked me out actually.  so i didn't actually get the flying lessons but it was memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 the whole concept of going to london with my mum--freakin awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 double decker buses--people said they were nearly phased out.  there were a lot of them, even the old ones.  we went on double decker buses a bunch, sat in the front of the top and it was extremely cool.  much better view than from the underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 diary of a wimpy kid do it yourself book (bought this for the plane trip)--cool i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 getting one of the queen's guards to laugh. i'll tell them a fart joke--we went to buckingham palace at night.  did you know the guards don't work at night?  the queen was there, apparently unguarded.  the only people guarding her were guys in camo carrying music stands around the grounds.  very intimidating.  but we did see some of the queen's guards at the tower of london guarding the jewels.  so that was cool and i was going to tell him a fart joke.  i really was.  but i didn't know any and it felt somewhat awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SekF4pfw3LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zneWP7DbQjs/s1600-h/101_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SekF4pfw3LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zneWP7DbQjs/s320/101_1017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325794505112214706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 pop art at the tate modern--it was really great but i got my hopes up too much.  but on the other hand, i did get to taste a vanilla honey smoothie from the cafe.  it was disgusting and sour, not sweet, sour....  what were they thinking!  and it said with honey so why was it sour?  doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 minding the gap--it didn't work out to well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 high tea with the queen. i'm helping obama by giving her a second ipod, except this one is loaded with high school musical. she's gonna love it!--she loved it. i knew she was going to love it.  i knew it.  you knew it. of course, you know, we all knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 a week without my sister (just kidding, no i'm not, actually i am, i don't know, kind of)--it was great, kind of, not really, no, no, yes, i don't know, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the #1 thing max is looking forward to in london is... sunny weather--this didn't work out so well either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-5821650526717609220?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/5821650526717609220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/5821650526717609220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-that-top-ten-london-list-turned-out.html' title='how that top ten london list turned out'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/9154606711847844875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/04/excitement.html' title='excitement!'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8760373495059012883</id><published>2009-04-08T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:04:38.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>max's top ten london list!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;london, london, i love ya, london, you're only a day away.one more day 'til &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONDON!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;max's top ten things he's looking forward to in london list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 flying lessons with peter pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9  the whole concept of going to london with my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8  double decker buses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7  diary of a wimpy kid do it yourself book (bought this for the plane trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6  getting one of the queen's guards to laugh.  i'll tell them a fart joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5  pop art at the tate modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4  minding the gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3  high tea with the queen.  i'm helping obama by giving her a second ipod, except this one is loaded with high school musical.  she's gonna love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  a week without my sister (just kidding, no i'm not, actually i am, i don't know, kind of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the #1 thing max is looking forward to in london is... sunny weather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-8760373495059012883?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8760373495059012883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8760373495059012883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/04/maxs-top-ten-london-list.html' title='max&apos;s top ten london list!!!'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-2397215993123361951</id><published>2009-04-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:48:56.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>london calling</title><content type='html'>on thursday, me and my awesome mum (jeannie), are going to...wait, can i get a drum roll please....badabadabadabadabadabadabadabadabadabada (that was the drum roll)... LONDON!!! here's our tentative list of things we want to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;british museum&lt;br /&gt;tate modern museum (really excited to see the pop art)&lt;br /&gt;national gallery&lt;br /&gt;tower of london&lt;br /&gt;london eye&lt;br /&gt;st pauls cathedral&lt;br /&gt;westminster abbey&lt;br /&gt;double decker bus&lt;br /&gt;boat cruise to greenwich &lt;br /&gt;just walking around&lt;br /&gt;hampton court palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food we have in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wagamama (awesome noodle place) with mindi godfrey who will be london too!&lt;br /&gt;eat a meat pie!&lt;br /&gt;fish and chips!&lt;br /&gt;can i legally go into a pub??&lt;br /&gt;ice cream, a daily essential in any country&lt;br /&gt;and of course, high tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what we tentatively have planned.  we won't be able to do everything on the list because we only have 4 full days plus our arrival day.  i want your input!  what should we do!  and is there other good restaurants we should try?  (i have a confession to make though.  i kind of am pretty darn picky.  so i tend to like things less exotic and extreme.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-2397215993123361951?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/2397215993123361951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/2397215993123361951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/04/london-calling.html' title='london calling'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6682525715578498329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6682525715578498329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/04/disco-dancing.html' title='disco dancing'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6205281222559503238</id><published>2009-03-29T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:45:39.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids' Choice Awards 2009?!</title><content type='html'>the kids' choice awards is something nickelodeon (a kids tv network) does where it's kind of like the academy awards but in kid form and it's not just movies.  they also include music, tv and books and video games.  the reason it's called the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kids'&lt;/span&gt; choice awards is because kids vote to choose the winners of each category.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUT ALL THE KIDS WERE WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;  they voted incorrectly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for best movie, the nominees were: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iron man&lt;br /&gt;bedtime stories&lt;br /&gt;high school musical 3&lt;br /&gt;dark knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what one won?  wrong! guess again... wrong again!  one more chance... wrong, wrong, wrong!!!  sadly, high school musical 3 was the victor, but fear no evil cause at that moment i swore my vengance on that movie.  and no more shall people have to suffer from the stupid musical singings of zac efron and vannessa hudgens, i promise you good people. my tactics are not violent, only that i will send out energy from my palms which will cause them to be unable to sing any longer and all the cds and dvds of high school musical movies will shatter spontaneously into millions of pieces.  you can rest at ease people with good movie taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year the kids' choice awards uses thousands of gallons of slime and each year they beat their record of how much slime they use.  this year will ferrell did the sluge (giant slip and slide but instead of water, slime of course).  he landed in this huge tub of slime and it was awesome.  as awesome as it was, it did not compare with some previous year slime stunts.  my favorite slime stunt was probably the one where they shot a man out of a canon and he landed in a giant pool of slime.  very cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next year kids, vote correctly.  feel free to check with me if you're unsure of who to vote for next time.  and nick, figure out a better slime stunt next year.  you know those roller coasters that go really fast down into water and then curve back up? replace the water with slime!  that'd be awesome and have a bunch of kids ride the coaster!  i want the front seat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6205281222559503238?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6205281222559503238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6205281222559503238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-choice-awards-2009.html' title='Kids&apos; Choice Awards 2009?!'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8581204921189764431</id><published>2009-02-27T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:17:10.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jo bros</title><content type='html'>as much as i hate the jonas brothers, they were on saturday night live a little while ago, and were really funny. they were really the musical guest, but they were in two skits too.  here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/49a89de485fd3aef/4741e3c5156499a7/a925b323/-cpid/5421e31bb4658e23" id="W4727a250e66f972349a89de485fd3aef" width="384" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-1853654706915000730</id><published>2009-02-01T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:53:48.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas vacation</title><content type='html'>over the xmas break (like, a month ago) i went to michigan (did u now they call them selves michiganders ha ha ha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyways... when i went to michigan (like i do every year), i saw my mom's side the family, with my cousins lydia, hannah, julia, sarah, their parents (my mom's brother), rodney and ronda, and my grandparents, papa turner, and grandma nola.  my grandma fixed really good breakfasts, and my papa has lots of cool things that i can play with.  but, most of the time when i'm at their house, i'm playing ping-pong (they've got a killer ping-pong table).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, of course, there's my other side of the family (my dad's side), with my cousins rachel, kirsten and her husband jordan, jacob, zack and his new wife rachel, and shana.  and then, on that family, there's also my grandma and grandpa oestreicher, along with my aunt lisa, aunt lori, uncle joe, and uncle rod.  and then there's always a bunch of other people who come over, such as: luther and allison, angela and jack, robbie, michelle (and two of her kids, lindsay and sam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've got a ping-pong table there too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a ping-pong table at home in california, but when i'm in michigan, i am "mr. ping-pong"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to sum it up: all i'm doing, mostly, at both grandparents' houses, is eating food made by my grandmas, and playing ping-pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you had a merry christmas too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-559051630858392561</id><published>2009-01-16T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:23:46.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the shnazzy blog</title><content type='html'>i have recently changed my blog's name, from crazy max's blog, to the shnazzy blog.  the reason i did this is because i have words that i make up, that are not real, but deserve to be.  this one, i have actually heard in some other places; and i thought it was the awesomest word -- EVER.  so now i use it a lot.  if something's cool, i say, "that's shnazzy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my friend forrest about shnazz and my blog, and he said that i should name my blog "the shnazzy blog."  so i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also recently decided that if you do not have any shnazz in your life, if your life is shnazzless, you have failed at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, by max law, i now command you to try to put shnazz into your life.  and even if you fail, your trying is enough to have the shnazz god thrust shnazziness upon you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shnazz on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-559051630858392561?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/559051630858392561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/559051630858392561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/shnazzy-blog.html' title='the shnazzy blog'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-2448291460409194554</id><published>2009-01-13T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:10:05.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>these r all the smileys i could think of</title><content type='html'>:), :(, :0, :], :[, :}, :{, :!, :i, :$, :\, :|, :z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more eyes, %, &amp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noses, -, +.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite smileys, %0, &amp;}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix and match then tell me witch is your favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-2448291460409194554?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/2448291460409194554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/2448291460409194554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-r-all-smileys-i-could-think-of.html' title='these r all the smileys i could think of'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6656000091593836159</id><published>2008-12-14T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:39:34.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 random things about ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i got tagged by my friend &lt;a href="http://tashmcgill.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-random-things.html"&gt;tash&lt;/a&gt; in new zealand, and i have to write 6 random things about myself.  so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  if i had been born a girl, i would have had the name "mara".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  i recently decided that "the four main food groups of max" are:&lt;br /&gt;- lasagna&lt;br /&gt;- chocolate lava cake&lt;br /&gt;- orange juice&lt;br /&gt;- syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  i like to cook.  i know you would not expect that from such a manly and buff guy like me.  i cook the usual: eggs, bacon, pancakes.  i also cook other foods that aren't for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  the worst movie i've ever seen is "dragon wars".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  i recently received a sock monkey (i named him "socko").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  i'm collecting these things called uglydolls. look it up. i have "wage", "tray", and "chukanuka".  as you might guess, they are dolls, and they are ugly (well, they're not really dolls, they're more like stuffed animals. but, anyways...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tagging &lt;a href="http://soandotherthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;mindi godfrey&lt;/a&gt;.  mindi, you should feel special that i'm only tagging you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6656000091593836159?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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years old, not 10.  11.  not 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand in awe of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-5318897834011229336?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/5318897834011229336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/5318897834011229336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/b-day.html' title='B-day : )'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-1846215641089020124</id><published>2008-11-28T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:42:26.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiley guy and smiley brick</title><content type='html'>i found two new games that are really cool.  one is called "splitter", and one is called "super stacker".  i called splitter "smiley guy" because you have to get a little smiley face, that's a ball, to a home base.  he may be sitting on wood.  the way you get him to the home base is to cut part of the wood, or a string that's holding something else.  i know it sounds a little confusing, but you can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.freewebarcade.com/game/splitter/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and then you'll get it.  it's really fun and addicting game.  hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super stacker i call "smiley brick".  that's because it's a series of bricks that you have to stack without them falling.  they all have little faces; and when they're smiling, that means it's stable.  and when they're frowning, that means they may fall.  you have to stack all the blocks that they give you on each level, then the stack has to last for 15 seconds (or something like that).  this one's much shorter, and i've completed all the levels.  but it's still really cool, and i think you'll like it.  &lt;a href="http://www.freewebarcade.com/game/super-stacker/"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-1846215641089020124?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1846215641089020124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1846215641089020124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/smiley-guy-and-smiley-brick.html' title='smiley guy and smiley brick'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8383478598776598174</id><published>2008-11-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:36:30.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fgfhgdhhdyfghdyfdygfydtyfgutftyftuutiu</title><content 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title='fgfhgdhhdyfghdyfdygfydtyfgutftyftuutiu'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-1065260044291122752</id><published>2008-10-18T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:57:13.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sacramento convention</title><content type='html'>last weekend, i went to the national youth workers convention, in sacramento.  here are 10 things that i liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  my nametag. everybody at the event has nametags hanging on lanyards.  i know the people who make the nametags, so i got to choose what i wanted on mine.  instead of "max oestreicher", i got "mr. important".  i thought it was pretty funny, and anyone else who saw my nametag did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  the magical unicorn.  in the exhibit hall, there was one exhibit called "ride the magical unicorn."  it was one of those bull-riding hicky-doos, except they made it look like a unicorn.  they had a wizard controlling it, along with a bunch of elves and fairies.  i rode it, and i'm a wimp on those things!  so that's pretty good for me.  i stayed on longer than most people, but, the wizard was going easy on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  fake 'staches (mustaches).  on the "ride the magical unicorn" hicky-doo, they gave you free fake mustaches.  and one of 'em kinda looked like a uni-brow.  so i put one like a regular mustache, and one like a uni-brow.  and, then, i gave one to my sister, and one to my mom (and i took off the uni-brow).  here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SPoprpywleI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-k9bnP2q5X0/s1600-h/101_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SPoprpywleI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-k9bnP2q5X0/s400/101_0580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258561344838342114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  hawk nelson.  well, my favorite bands are: P.O.D., family force five, the beatles, coldplay, muse, and hawk nelson.  so i was very excited to hear that hawk nelson would be playing at the convention.  i got to meet justin nelson (yes, that is his name, not "hawk"), so that was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  our suite.  the hyatt (a hotel) is right next to the convention center where we had the convention.  and, since my dad is the president of youth specialties, the hotel gives him a free suite, because they knew that a bunch of people would be using the hyatt so they could go to the convention.  our suite was huge.  it didn't have a balcony, but it was still cool.  there was a room with two queen sized beds for me and my sister, a living room, dining room, kitchen, tv room, master bedroom, 3 bathrooms, and my personal favorite -- the laundry room! (i'm kidding - i never used the laundry room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  the governator.  since the capitol of california is right across the street from the hyatt, arnold schwartzenegger (or however you spell that), lives -- part time -- in a suite right below the suite we stayed in.  his suite has a HUGE balcony (which he apparently never uses, since we didn't see him!).  we couldn't open the windows in our suite, because of his suite being right below it.  i just thought it was funny that you couldn't open the windows.  me and my sister wondered if there would be guards there, but we didn't exactly want to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  the green room.  if you don't know, the green room is the backstage room where people who are going to be onstage in a general session wait.  sometimes there's hardly anyone back there, and sometimes it's really crowded.  it's really cool, because i'm always just back there (drinking a lot of soda, and eating a lot of candy that they have set out!) just sittin' down, watching all the famous people do what they do -- which is usually pretty boring, because all they usually do it type on a computer or something.  but there is lots of candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  the escapes.  there was four illusions that i saw.  one was a girl getting out of a closed and locked water tank (i actually missed that one, but heard it was really amazing).  the one i saw was the girl in a straight-jacket, getting hung by her feet really high up.  somehow, she got out of the straight-jacket, and got free.  another one was the guy who got out of a straight-jacket also -- he wasn't as good as the girl, mainly because wasn't being hung by anything.  but they tightened the straight-jacket really tight.  the last one was the girl getting into a box, and the guy folding the box into a much, much smaller box that i'm sure no human could fit in.  then he stabbed swords through it, took them out, and unfolded the box to it's normal size.  she crawled out unharmed.  it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  tiny bug.  you might know who tic long is.  he works with my dad.  i call him "tiny bug" because, as you probably know, a "tic" is a tiny bug.  and he always gets really annoyed (actually, he pretends to get annoyed), and usually pokes me.  it's just this goofy little game we have with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20,000,000.  free candy everywhere.  there was free candy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;.  in the green room, in our suite, in the exhibit hall, at convention headquarters.  literally everywhere.  practically wherever you were, you would only have to walk about 20 feet to get to the nearest candy bucket (yes, i said bucket).  i ate a lot.  it was good.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, this was a very fun convention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-1065260044291122752?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1065260044291122752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1065260044291122752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/sacramento-convention.html' title='sacramento convention'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SPoprpywleI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-k9bnP2q5X0/s72-c/101_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-4704808514967849472</id><published>2008-10-07T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:12:41.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future me(s)</title><content type='html'>my dad found this website called &lt;a href="http://yearbookyourself.com/"&gt;yearbook yourself&lt;/a&gt;, and i thought it was really cool.  i've played a lot with it, using my face, my mom's face, my dad's face, and lots of other faces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you do is, you take a picture of your face, and it photoshops it into a bunch of old black and white photos.  sometimes it doesn't quite work; but usually you can fix it. but sometimes your face is just not meant to be in that head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here's some of the ones i liked best.  i think the picture of me really fat is the creepiest.  which one do you think is funniest, creepiest, works best, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkP81I4DI/AAAAAAAAACY/WpF4ivUY1sk/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkP81I4DI/AAAAAAAAACY/WpF4ivUY1sk/s400/myYearbookPhoto50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254614721680171058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkbyBMStI/AAAAAAAAACg/v79s-ViZ0nk/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkbyBMStI/AAAAAAAAACg/v79s-ViZ0nk/s400/myYearbookPhoto62.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254614924936366802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkoL_LYDI/AAAAAAAAACo/F6JgeRp93w8/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkoL_LYDI/AAAAAAAAACo/F6JgeRp93w8/s400/myYearbookPhoto78.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254615138065670194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkyM25tiI/AAAAAAAAACw/qAVU7oTKheA/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkyM25tiI/AAAAAAAAACw/qAVU7oTKheA/s400/myYearbookPhoto82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254615310098085410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwk4GbQLdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8PVuSLAGAy8/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwk4GbQLdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8PVuSLAGAy8/s400/myYearbookPhoto96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254615411450719698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwk-VSpiaI/AAAAAAAAADA/kbGsP0DdpNw/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwk-VSpiaI/AAAAAAAAADA/kbGsP0DdpNw/s400/myYearbookPhoto98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254615518520379810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-4704808514967849472?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/4704808514967849472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/4704808514967849472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/future-mes.html' title='future me(s)'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SOwkP81I4DI/AAAAAAAAACY/WpF4ivUY1sk/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8447628735314960381</id><published>2008-09-26T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:26:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer of max</title><content type='html'>tash mcgill came to my house (my old one) from new zealand to visit us.  she brought a big camera, that you could take a bunch of pictures at once with, and flip through the pictures really fast.  so you could make claymation.  we made a claymation thing in my backyard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a month or two after she went back to new zealand, my dad shows me this video that she made from the pictures.  she calls it "summer of max."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVlKwACm9CY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVlKwACm9CY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashmcgill.blogspot.com/"&gt;tash's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-8447628735314960381?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8447628735314960381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8447628735314960381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-of-max.html' title='summer of max'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6779155970539654092</id><published>2008-09-21T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:37:35.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry, i started school and kinda forgot about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really excited for this year, because we're going to be learning about ancient india and persia.  we're already learning about india.  we learned about the indian buddha.  and i found out that buddha believes in god.  and then i thought to myself: i wonder if god believes in buddha.  well, it doesn't exactly say that buddha believes in god, but it does say that buddha forsaw that jesus was coming to the earth.  and he was happy because then jesus could tell people the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm mostly excited about egypt.  'cause i've learned some things about egypt already, and it's really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year we get to start woodwork class, which is just making things out of wood.  but we're not allowed to use any electric tools until 6th grade, i think.  and i'm in 5th grade now, so it won't be that long.  but right now we're making this toy that's a square stick of wood, with a bunch of notches in it, and a little propeller at the top.  we'll use a round stick, and rub it down the notches.  then the propeller will spin because of the vibrations in the wood.  right now i'm still making the notches with a knife.  but it's a really easy project.  so i'll be done pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have handwork, which is knitting, sewing, etc.  right now, they're just telling us to knit a certain amount of rows and stuff, because they haven't told us yet what we're making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for school, we have to play a stringed instrument -- either violin, viola, or cello.  btw, the viola is just bigger than a violin.  and, yes, it is a different instrument.   i play the cello.  i started a year and a half ago.  we can stop in 6th grade if we want, and i think i might, because i play drums, but my drumset broke.  so i haven't played i a while.  and when i get enough money to buy another set, then i'm going to start playing again.  and i think it would be easier just to play one instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as you can see, there are lots of ups and downs in my new school year.  but i'm still really excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6779155970539654092?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6779155970539654092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6779155970539654092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-1789776384547407403</id><published>2008-09-01T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:25:26.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>i just moved into the house that i mentioned a month ago.  and for those of you who didn't see that post, it's way smaller than my last house but there's a jungle in the backyard, its a small jungle but yes, a jungle.  there's also a granny flat which is a guest house in the back yard.  and you can walk to so many things from our house: including, baskin robbins (ice cream), cosmo's (a coffee shop, always stocked with ibc rootbeer), and a delicious restaurant -- i don't remember the name -- but i got lasagna, and it was amazing.  my sister got cheese ravioli, and it was amazing.  they had homemade gelato; which, in my opinion, is the best kind of ice cream/frozen yogurt/sorbet/etc.  i got cookies and cream gelato, and instead of the base being vanilla, it was chocolate (so, it was chocolate cookies and cream).  and i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got over the sadness of us moving away from our pool very fast.  and after all, i'm very happy that we moved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-1789776384547407403?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1789776384547407403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1789776384547407403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/09/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7030678960676083656</id><published>2008-08-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:35:37.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation, volume 2</title><content type='html'>recently, we got back from canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in the fairmont banff springs hotel, which is a 5-star hotel.  and because of my dad's work, we got it free. and our room was a suite, which was sweet! (ha-ha, get it?)  we stayed two nights there.  it was really fun:  we went to really good restaurants.  i had "tea time" for the first time in my life.  and we went 5-pin bowling, which, for some of you canadians out there, that's not an american thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two nights of that, we went to radium hot springs, which is another place in the canadian rockies.  we stayed in a condo for 6 nights with some friends that i've known my whole life who live in seattle (we used to live across the street from them in pasadena).  one's name is ben.  and one's name is emma.  emma is 12, and ben is 15.  and even though they're older than me, we still had fun together.  their parents were there too, and since we used to do little shows that we made up for their parents and ours, we did that one last time.  we made a reality show, called 'dr. feelbetter'.   i was dr. feelbetter, and it was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went tubing on a lake, which was really fun.  and after a while, i just stopped holding onto the handles on the tube.  me and my dad tried to stand up together on it, but that didn't exactly work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day, we went whitewater river rafting.  it was really fun.  we looked so stupid in our wetsuits, life jackets, and huge plastic helmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also watched lots of the olympics (who's with me?), played lots of wii, and ate lots of homemade food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7030678960676083656?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7030678960676083656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7030678960676083656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-volume-2.html' title='vacation, volume 2'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-624315796684772970</id><published>2008-08-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:21:22.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winner of the competition</title><content type='html'>sorry i took so long to pick the winner for the contest to give me the wildest idea you can for our new granny flat.  i was on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked a lot of the ideas, and it was hard for me to choose.  but, i'll have to go with kevin's idea, which is:  catching small animals, and making a neighborhood zoo in the granny flat.  charge people to go see the animals.  become rich and famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was really funny, and i liked the rich and famous part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin wins a valuable cash prize!  the problem is, kevin has to come all the way to where i live, to get his ONE DOLLAR cash prize!  or, if kevin is coming to the sacramento NYWC, and sees me, reminds me who he is (because i might forget), i'll give him a buck!  woo-hoo, aren't you a lucky man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-624315796684772970?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/624315796684772970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/624315796684772970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/winner-of-competition.html' title='winner of the competition'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7123868740731120337</id><published>2008-07-29T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:09:23.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>we're moving sadly, which means i have to say goodbye to my big pool.  i was frustrated about that at first, but now we found a house which we're going to get.  it has a freaking jungle in the back yard.  i mean it's got bamboo of all sizes, it's got a koi pond, and a bunch of different kind of green plants that look jungly to me.  it has a granny flat too.  it comes with a full on kitchen, a bathroom and a fridge so we don't have to use that junky one we have in our garage.  we all have different ideas on how to use it:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;i think that it should be used for me!  i want use it to hang out with my friends and for sleepovers.  it would be like a club house.  it would be ok if my sister used it that way too, as long as i wasn't already scheduled to use it that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom wants to use it as a guest room/spiritual direction and a spiritual retreat space.  think candles and incense and crosses everywhere.  fun huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister wants it to be a place her and her "band" can rehearse when they haven't even had one rehearsal yet.  she'd also like to use it for sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad wants to turn it into a theater/gaming room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think me and my dad's ideas can kind of go together and liesl's can with a little bit of work.  but see there's one problem.  mom (dun dun duhhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how do you think we should solve this problem?  if your idea is good enough, we may actually use it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm also going to have a contest right now!  what do you think is the craziest and funnest idea for using a granny flat?  you might get a very valuable cash prize.  ok, probably not but play anyway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all ideas for granny flat use have to be turned in by monday, august 4.  good luck to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7123868740731120337?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7123868740731120337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7123868740731120337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-463133926130427156</id><published>2008-07-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:52:44.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review 2: batman the dark night</title><content type='html'>Batman is a very good movie... and when i say very... i mean very.  Surprisingly there are 2 villains.  I'm not going 2 tell you the other villain besides the joker but i will tell you that it is disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;favorite joker quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how 'bout a magic trick?  i can make this pencil disappear" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"here's my card"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;favorite scene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture the joker in a tight nurse's uniform walking away from a hospital that is blowing up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my rating 1 to 5 with 5 being the best:  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-463133926130427156?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/463133926130427156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/463133926130427156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-review-2-batman-dark-night.html' title='movie review 2: batman the dark night'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-3728062138137204382</id><published>2008-07-15T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:27:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><content type='html'>i am on vacation.  i went to michigan first,for my cousin's wedding.  i danced like crazy and obviously i am such a great dancer.  and then from there,we went to chicago, which is now my favorite city that i've ever been too.  when we went there we saw something called, "blue man group".  it's these three guys with blue (painted) skin.  this was probably my favorite part of my vacation, because it was really funny and really random.  they have these little holes in their stomache and they ate some twinkie that apparently upset their stomaches and it sprayed out of the holes into the audience.  yuck.  a big glob landed on my foot!  at the end of the performance they ran to the back of the audience and there were hundreds of streamers they pulled down over the crowd.  we were in the front row which meant all the streamers that were being pulled down from the back of the crowd to the front all ended up on top of up.  i was completely buried!  i just got back to michigan in a cabin with my cousin and grandparents.  it's a block from lake michigan.  time to walk to the ice cream parlor, so gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-3728062138137204382?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3728062138137204382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3728062138137204382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7431400612053930094</id><published>2008-07-10T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:12:57.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farting hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SHZ-TqZnbqI/AAAAAAAAABg/F8fESCrwbEw/s1600-h/farter.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SHZ-TqZnbqI/AAAAAAAAABg/F8fESCrwbEw/s320/farter.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221499694247014050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a really fun game.  it is called "puzzle farter".  it's a little guy, with a turtle neck sweater, big square glasses, and what looks like a fish for a head.  you run around and fly (by farting), to get from one door to another.  it's mostly just trying to get to the other end through an obstacle course.  and lots of times, there are living obstacles, such as fishes with stilts, giant fat chickens, and cats who throw paper airplanes at you!  this is a super-addicting game.  and so far i've made it to level 20 -- way farther than my dad or sister (my mom doesn't play video games).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you get higher than 20 levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puzzlefarter.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7431400612053930094?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7431400612053930094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7431400612053930094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/farter-guy.html' title='farting hero'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SHZ-TqZnbqI/AAAAAAAAABg/F8fESCrwbEw/s72-c/farter.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8218878398468529466</id><published>2008-07-07T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:37:09.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K</title><content type='html'>kangaroo kyle can catch.  what can't kangaroo kyle catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going on a vacation to michigan this week for my cousin's wedding.  i think i should be in the wedding, but no-o-o-o.  anyways.  were staying in a cabin with my grandma and grandpa for a while, and my family is going to spend a couple days in chicago.  we're going to go to a bunch of museums and stuff.  and i'm really looking forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading through the harry potter books, finally!  like, everyone else has already read all of them!  and i've read a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of books, but not harry potter.  so far, i've finished the first book, and i'm halfway through the second one.  and i just started reading them about a month ago.  i'm hoping to get through another one on our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-8218878398468529466?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8218878398468529466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8218878398468529466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoofly.html' title='K'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-3579008339714610230</id><published>2008-07-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:09:21.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>Oops!!!  I know my alphabet.  Really I do.  But i forgot "I".  So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I ate ink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this one's actually pretty hard, so say that ten times fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-3579008339714610230?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3579008339714610230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3579008339714610230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8031992866258142084</id><published>2008-07-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:04:53.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J</title><content type='html'>here is my tongue twister for J.  in honor of my mom, since the first letter of her name is j, i will do something involving her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeannie jumped on jello over jam and jelly jars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more entertaining than hard, but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-8031992866258142084?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8031992866258142084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8031992866258142084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/j.html' title='J'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7707769897721721940</id><published>2008-06-28T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:40:25.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H</title><content type='html'>and, now, continuing my tongue twister tour through the alphabet world, it's time for the letter H!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he hears his hyena howl her hiney off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it!  say it fast.  lots of times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7707769897721721940?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7707769897721721940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7707769897721721940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/h.html' title='H'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7028744959739091019</id><published>2008-06-28T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:24:43.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review: WALL-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SGZwRyytgzI/AAAAAAAAABY/6q6WpzhSP0s/s1600-h/walle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SGZwRyytgzI/AAAAAAAAABY/6q6WpzhSP0s/s320/walle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216980669349856050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALL-E is a very good movie.  it's about the future, when the earth gets filled with too much trash.  and, then, humans take a space ship out to space for 5 years while little robots all named WALL-E clean up the trash while they're gone.  this particular robot is the only one left; and the humans ended up staying in that spaceship for 700 years.  this is a problem, because they end up spending their lives in hover-chairs, with robots doing all the work for them, and all the entertainment they need.  so they're all super-fat, haven't touched a foot to the ground in years, and do nothing but stare at screens of entertainment in front of their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALL-E is very lonely, and a spaceship comes down, with a beautiful robot named eve.  i'm not going to tell you why she's there, because that might ruin the story.  WALL-E falls in love with her, but she's unsure about him.  later in the movie, he proves he is very heroic, and eve can't resist his rusty metal charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a couple other fun little characters in the movie.  there's a cockroach, who's WALL-E's only friend on earth.  he's like WALL-E's pet, and always follows him around.  then, on the spaceship, there's this funny little robot named mo.  he's very small, and his job is to clean things.  he has a little roller attached to both of his hands, and uses it to clean up dirt.  he starts out being kinda annoyed by WALL-E and his mess, but ends up being a loyal little dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this movie was a very good animated movie.  i'll use a 1-5 rating system, 5 being the best.  and i give WALL-E a 4 1/2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7028744959739091019?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7028744959739091019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7028744959739091019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-review-wall-e.html' title='movie review: WALL-E'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SGZwRyytgzI/AAAAAAAAABY/6q6WpzhSP0s/s72-c/walle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7404066561129827917</id><published>2008-06-20T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:27:13.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liesl (Leesl)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SF2AMSrpp8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qul3mtrUjpk/s1600-h/liesl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SF2AMSrpp8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qul3mtrUjpk/s320/liesl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214464892226611138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized i had never said anything good about my sister.  i talked about her but all i said is that she is snotty and i hoped that wouldn't get in the way of our spring vacation.  she really is nice, although, yeah, she can be snotty.  we get along really well compared to some other brothers and sisters.  here's a few things i like about her:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's willing to play with me (not always)&lt;br /&gt;she gets happy real easily&lt;br /&gt;she can have a good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;she is very smart (but sometimes she asks me how to spell things)&lt;br /&gt;we keep each others secrets and i can trust her with that&lt;br /&gt;i like that she has musical interests like i do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got my dad's old electric guitar as a middle school graduation present.  when i get my new drum set i think it'll be fun to play with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that liesl is my sister.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cause i didn't want to make two posts, i'm going to combine my tongue twister for G with how cool my sister is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl's got game!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(girl = liesl my sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7404066561129827917?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7404066561129827917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7404066561129827917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/liesl-leesl.html' title='Liesl (Leesl)'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SF2AMSrpp8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qul3mtrUjpk/s72-c/liesl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-448927312010959781</id><published>2008-06-18T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:28:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Diary of a Wimpy Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SF1_LhzyE0I/AAAAAAAAABI/F0N2Snvzb44/s1600-h/diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SF1_LhzyE0I/AAAAAAAAABI/F0N2Snvzb44/s320/diary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214463779595752258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diary of a wimpy kid, a novel in cartoons, #1 new york times best seller by jeff kinney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read the front cover of this book and my mom typed it in.  this is a very good book.  the book is exactly what it says.  it's supposed to be a diary of... a wimpy kid!  it's all written in sloppy printing with many doodles all over it.  it's a funny book about a kid who has to go through middle school.  he's this scrawny little boy named greg who can get wrestled down by a boy named fregley who's way nerdier than him, way smaller and a little bit crazy.  greg and other wimpy kids get mixed up in school with these huge, mean bullies who are already shaving.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the beginning:  "September, Tuesday.  first of all let me get something straight.  this is a journal.  not a diary.  i know what it says on the cover, but when my mom went out to buy this thing i specifically told her to get one that didn't say diary on it.  great.  all i need is for some jerk to catch me carrying this book around and get the wrong idea (imagine a doodled picture of greg writing in his diary while a bully punches him to the ground and calls him sissy)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recommend this book.  there's comedy, romance, drama and action.  ok, so maybe it doesn't have romance, drama or action, but it is funny.  and i guess he does have to run away from a bully now and then and i guess that would be counted as action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll use a 5-point rating system for book reviews, 5 being the best.  and i'll give diary of a wimpy kid a 5 and 1/9th! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. www.simplycole.blogspot.com rocks.  please keep on blogging cole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-448927312010959781?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/448927312010959781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/448927312010959781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-review-diary-of-wimpy-kid.html' title='Book Review: Diary of a Wimpy Kid'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SF1_LhzyE0I/AAAAAAAAABI/F0N2Snvzb44/s72-c/diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6092356895130499100</id><published>2008-06-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:20:20.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F</title><content type='html'>farmer fil finds festive food in fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my tongue twister for F.  i think this one might be a little easy.  See how you do with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. simplycole.blogspot.com rocks so cole, keep on blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6092356895130499100?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6092356895130499100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6092356895130499100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/f.html' title='F'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-52838539434019913</id><published>2008-06-14T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:58:47.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E</title><content type='html'>error eel ate egbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my tung twister for E . and i don't think you under stand, good tung twisters but i want tung twisters from the letter i'm doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-52838539434019913?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/52838539434019913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/52838539434019913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/e.html' title='E'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6344340681578918929</id><published>2008-06-01T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:12:27.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Father Odin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SELrfe7g7hI/AAAAAAAAABA/oviWYQR0A2A/s1600-h/max.odin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SELrfe7g7hI/AAAAAAAAABA/oviWYQR0A2A/s400/max.odin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206983045304872466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class did a play and since we've been studying Norse mythology, we did one about the Aesir gods.  The Aesir gods are like Odin, Thor, Loki, and all that stuff.  I don't know if you've heard of Odin or Loki, but surely you've heard of Thor.  The Aesir is the city of the gods which is much more than just Odin, Thor and Loki.  I got the parts of Odin and Petmyr because we did the play twice.  Odin is the "all father god" (the main god).  Although he is not the main person in the play.  Here are my lines for Odin.  Imagine me like in the picture, holding a fake spear, speaking in a low, powerful, loud voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The daylight ends and darkness deepens&lt;br /&gt;The sun descends, his horses leaping&lt;br /&gt;Lightly over Asgards peaks&lt;br /&gt;Night stars sparkle cloak&lt;br /&gt;With sleep covers all&lt;br /&gt;Let each return royally to his high hall&lt;br /&gt;To wearily wonder&lt;br /&gt;To dream or to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frigg, my wife, both dread and dear&lt;br /&gt;Wend you well to Finsalir&lt;br /&gt;Hemdall, sleepless sentry, watch&lt;br /&gt;O'er Asgard from Valasgalf&lt;br /&gt;Freya, goddess of love and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;to Sessumir go until the morrow&lt;br /&gt;Thor, my strong and stalwart son&lt;br /&gt;Bid abed till dark be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though we live in laughing light&lt;br /&gt;The Norns know of a deadly night&lt;br /&gt;Will one day deepen Asgard's heights&lt;br /&gt;A twilight thrice forsaken&lt;br /&gt;From which we'll not awaken...&lt;br /&gt;But Aesir--&lt;br /&gt;We still live in lights bright weaving&lt;br /&gt;Sun gold gifts with grace receiving&lt;br /&gt;Let not the night lead you astray&lt;br /&gt;While with Aesir might you make your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petmyr is an interesting character.  Thor has to take three trials to win the woman of his dreams, Gana Hafta.  Gana Hafta is a two headed giant, but Thor doesn't know.  Loki tricked him by saying she was "twice" as lovely as any fair maiden.  One of the trials he had was to pick up Utgard-Loki's (Gana Hafta's father) cat, named Petmyr!  So i had to sit in the middle of the floor dressed in a really stupid cat costume while my friend, Nicolas, wearing a red and orange beard as Thor, and has to pretend that he can't pick me up.  Here are my lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;meow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know which one was more fun to play but i sure wish i had a cat picture i could show you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6344340681578918929?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6344340681578918929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6344340681578918929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-father-odin.html' title='All Father Odin'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SELrfe7g7hI/AAAAAAAAABA/oviWYQR0A2A/s72-c/max.odin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6725773777939542427</id><published>2008-05-11T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:46:46.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty toes</title><content type='html'>we got my mom a pedicure for mother's day, and thought it would be fun for all of us to get one with her.  so, i got a pedicure for the first time, and for fun, decided to get my toe-nails painted.  can you guess which toes are mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SCdowvDr4hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/s9v73W3iWYM/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SCdowvDr4hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/s9v73W3iWYM/s400/feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199239481297461778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6725773777939542427?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6725773777939542427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6725773777939542427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-toes.html' title='pretty toes'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SCdowvDr4hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/s9v73W3iWYM/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-352020192457062105</id><published>2008-05-08T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:56:20.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dracula drank Drano.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my tongue twister for "D"!  This one isn't my best, but my Mom can't say it very well.  Here's another tongue twister that I found on the TGIFriday kid's menu a long time ago.  This was one of my inspirations for making up tongue twisters when I have nothing else to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;any noisy noise annoys an oyster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me and my sister were first learning it, we kept on saying, "any noisy noisy noisy noisy noisy noyster."  It takes some time to learn, but I think it's a pretty good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-352020192457062105?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/352020192457062105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/352020192457062105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/d.html' title='D'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-954490665411844973</id><published>2008-05-04T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:05:56.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stickmen fighting</title><content type='html'>i just thought this was cool, watch the black guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8vhH_Xm9ik&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8vhH_Xm9ik&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/124290341506556110-954490665411844973?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/954490665411844973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/954490665411844973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/stickmen-fighting.html' title='stickmen fighting'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-5897104486362648996</id><published>2008-05-04T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:52:37.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fluffy puff marshmallows</title><content type='html'>my sister's friend's little brother, paul, randomly in the car, said, "fluffy puff marshmallows."  later, my sister was on youtube, and she asked me what to type in on the search line.  i said, "fluffy puff marshmallows," and this is what came up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K23RWyRsl00&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K23RWyRsl00&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/124290341506556110-5897104486362648996?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/5897104486362648996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/5897104486362648996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/fluffy-puff-marshmallows.html' title='fluffy puff marshmallows'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-3961736466308060567</id><published>2008-04-23T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:00:59.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Blogged in a "While"</title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged in a while and i'm sort of sorry about that but i'm gonna blog now, so there.  ok.  i never finished my tongue twister thing, so i'm going to go with "C".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cranky cooper's crap cried &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say that 10 times fast!  i know it's a little weird but i just had to make something up off the top of my head.  my mom can't do it so try to do it more than twice and you'll beat her record.  send in your own tongue twisters starting with a "C".  make it up by yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-3961736466308060567?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3961736466308060567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3961736466308060567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Blogged in a &quot;While&quot;'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8798820989249390625</id><published>2007-09-27T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T19:57:16.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 crazy max facts</title><content type='html'>i was tagged by mindi a while ago.  so i'm going to blog about nine crazy max facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #1:  my favorite animal is the kiwi.  and i know what you're thinking.  but my favorite animal isn't a fruit, but a wingless, flightless bird from new zealand that is also called a kiwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #2:  i have a collection of percussion instruments from all around the world.  (my dad got them -- go, dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #3:  my nickname, that i made up on an RV trip, is "stinko the clown".  for instance, my dad's (which i also made up on the RV trip) is flabbio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #4:  i've eaten a termite body.  not the head, just the body.  don't question it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #5:  i've also tasted guinnea pig and rattle snake (but not in the same meal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #6:  in addition to lots of states, i've been to mexico, guatemala, peru, and new zealand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #7:  i've just gotten into "Calvin and Hobbes" comic books.  and, as you know, if you've ever read one comic, you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #8:  i'm learning to ride a unicycle for school.  and, yes, it's a private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact #9:  i play drums, cello, recorder, and the nosenfluggle (one of those isn't true).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-8798820989249390625?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8798820989249390625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8798820989249390625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2007/09/9-crazy-max-facts.html' title='9 crazy max facts'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-4981279237796493956</id><published>2007-03-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:48:10.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tongue-twisters for the letter b</title><content type='html'>like i said earlier, i like to make up tongue-twisters. earlier, i posted some for the letter a (and some of you added some fun ones too). jacob added two of my favorite ones (peggy bupkiss, and notebook), but he didn't really follow the rules. jacob, that was supposed to be tongue-twisters for a. as in, words starting with a. but anyways, those were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some tongue-twisters for b. i'm making them up right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boney bonnie boxed her brother's bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bob and beverly brought beatrice a beautiful bouquet of begonias&lt;/em&gt; (say THAT 10 times fast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, as you know, you are invited to add your own tongue-twisters. but not for "a" -- for "b". as in, words that start will the letter b, jacob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, we were just cleaning up the dishes from eating dinner, when my dad put the leftover bread in the bread bag (it's a bag we have for keeping bread).  we might it might be a hard "b" tongue twister, so we tried it.  and, "bread bag" is REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY (etc) hard to say a bunch of times fast.  try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-4981279237796493956?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/4981279237796493956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/4981279237796493956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2007/03/tongue-twisters-for-letter-b.html' title='tongue-twisters for the letter b'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-8158035809006800456</id><published>2007-03-03T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:05:27.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>i just realized i never talked about my family.  i DO have one -- i'm not an orphan (i've got orphans on my mind, though, because i'm reading all the lemony snicket book -- that you may not have heard of, but you've probably heard of the movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have three family members.  my dad, marko (and you probably know him), my mom, jeannie, and my annoying sister, liesl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is probably the coolest dad in the whole entire world.  and he didn't make me write that.  i'm going to go to st. louis with my dad in a few days.  my dad will be speaking to a couple thousands junior high kids, while i am backstage fooling around with all the candy that they put out there for the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, on the other hand, is the one who reads me the lemony snicket books.  we're on book #6, the ersatz elevator.  a couple days ago, my sister and dad were gone, and i camped out on the couch -- overnight -- with my mom.  it was fun.  it's a big couch, a sectional one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister, liesl, is 13.  and if you have an older sister, than you probably realize how frustrating it is to have a 13 year old sister.  we used to get along really well.  but now, since she's a teenager, we still get along, but we get mad at each other easily, and don't hang out as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my family.  i love them.  we're going to new zealand in a few weeks, and i'm sure it's gonna be really fun - if my sister's not too snotty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-8158035809006800456?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8158035809006800456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/8158035809006800456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2007/03/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-6083013699832158901</id><published>2007-01-30T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:04:09.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wee me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my dad saw on his friend's blog that there was a cool website called &lt;a href="http://www.weeworld.com/home.aspx"&gt;weeworld.com&lt;/a&gt;. you make little cartoons, and you can make them look just like yourself. and there's another website he showed me about underwear -- but that's a whole other story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, my dad and i went to weeworld.com, and i made a wee me max! here i am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026040341191057410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/RcAVD6t54AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YPt_PHt_ekk/s400/weemeemax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-6083013699832158901?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6083013699832158901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/6083013699832158901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-wee-me.html' title='my wee me'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/RcAVD6t54AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YPt_PHt_ekk/s72-c/weemeemax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-1647122992733118151</id><published>2007-01-25T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:23:03.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angel helping grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this last halloween, guess what i was? i bet you know. because there's a picture on this post! and i was a... wait: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. a monster truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. an angel, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. a grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, if you think b, raise your hand (huh, huh, huh). sorry, just couldn't help myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, if you think it's b, that's weird. if you think it's c, that's ok. and if you think it's a, you've got problems. yes, it's c. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this picture does not really show it, but (heh-heh-heh, i'm about to talk about a butt, and i said but, and i didn't mean that kind of butt) -- anyways -- my butt was a humunguation (big) butt. we stuffed it with stuffing. and i mean, seriously, dude (or, dudette), it was like sticking out a foot farther than my real butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's the picture of me and my sister. she's the angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024174371174473714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/Rblz-Kt53_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R0cCu_U2uRE/s400/DSC03203.JPG" border="0" /&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/124290341506556110-1647122992733118151?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1647122992733118151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/1647122992733118151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/angel-helping-grandmother.html' title='angel helping grandmother'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/Rblz-Kt53_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R0cCu_U2uRE/s72-c/DSC03203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7016989140203320188</id><published>2007-01-24T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:06:33.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Book</title><content type='html'>I am going to make up these little tongue twisters and put them in a book. They're probably really easy to do but some of them might not be. And I'm going to post them occasionally. Guess what? I'm going to write them A - Z and I'm also going to write the little &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; in between Y and Z like the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  Chicken butt!  Sorry about that.  Couldn't help myself :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  You are invited to make up your own tongue twisters and put them on my blog for the world to see!  Cool huh?  Please only send in tongue twisters you've made up yourself!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my tongue twister for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie accidentally ate another of Alex's absolutely amazing apples.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say that 10 times fast!&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you can't do it.  I really bet you can't do it.  Ah, what am I saying?  That's super easy.  But that's ok cause that's just the beginning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can send in any &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tongue twister that you make up!  Get to work!  Guess who?  Chicken poo!  ha ha ha :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7016989140203320188?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7016989140203320188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7016989140203320188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/da-book.html' title='Da Book'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-3540287313911887946</id><published>2007-01-06T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:16:37.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have 3 really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friends, Miles, Nick, and Quinn. We like making up silly songs and annoying the girls. Here is one of my songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's called "WORMS" and should be sung with a slow, sad, southern, slurry accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody likes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll go eat worms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody likes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll play with worms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I open my lunch box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and look in a thermos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see a pile of worms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody laughses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody teases&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll go eat worms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oooooohhhhh, nobody likes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll go eat slugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody likes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll play with slugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I open my lunch box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and look in a bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see a pile of slugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at the bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and read what it says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's says, "desserts desserts".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooohhhhh, nobody likes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll go eat beetles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody likes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll play with beetles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I go to IHOP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and order Beetle Pancakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the waiter screams and runs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Screams and runs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a little baby girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the nighttime with her closet open.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody likes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll go eat worms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody likes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll play with worms!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's beautiful, isn't it? Am I right? Am I right? I'm right, aren't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-3540287313911887946?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3540287313911887946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/3540287313911887946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124290341506556110.post-7232435021851628710</id><published>2007-01-04T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:49:03.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool thing</title><content type='html'>Hello my name is -- wait, just saying this guy is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;looooopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so if you're weird or odd or both, this is the right place for you. Anyways... my name is Max, I'm 9 years old, and my last name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Oestreicher&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ostriker&lt;/span&gt;). I got a blog because I was bored and there was nothing on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124290341506556110-7232435021851628710?l=maxturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7232435021851628710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124290341506556110/posts/default/7232435021851628710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxturner.blogspot.com/2007/01/cool-thing.html' title='cool thing'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14736865798849518879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0eY4jOrtdqs/SbLUrcoNZlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ORePJeTzgo/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
