﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Studly_Muffin's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Studly_Muffin</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin</link></image><item><title>Thoughts on Dead Man's Chest</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/505489155/thoughts-on-dead-mans-chest.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/505489155/thoughts-on-dead-mans-chest.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2006 07:52:31 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Lindsey and I just got back from the midnight showing of Pirates of the Carribean 2: Dead Man's Chest. Let me just say do not go expecting to see a remake of the first film. Pirates 2 is very different. It has an entirely different feel. Whereas the first film was a high-seas adventure flick with a fantastical backstory, this film has more of a mythological&amp;nbsp;feel as it incorporates the legend of The Flying Dutchman. (Yeah. I was sorely&amp;nbsp;disappointed the musical score did not incorporate any Wagnarian themes &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/sad.gif" width=15&gt;). &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;In addition, the storyline in the 2nd film is a lot weaker than that in the first one, and I never thought Pirates 1's storyline was extremely strong. This film just did not have a consistent flow to the storyline. The plot was choppy, and most times the exposition that made the characters' actions significant came too late. I only began to feel that the plot had progression during the last hour or so of the film. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;This sequel also lacked in development of the characters. The characters did not have any "telling moments" until the last hour of the film.&amp;nbsp;Even then, these moments only confirmed what we already knew about the characters from watching the first film. Before you knew it, the characters'&amp;nbsp;choices deviated from what they&amp;nbsp;would have done if&amp;nbsp;placed in the same situation in the first film, and&amp;nbsp;the motivating factors were way too&amp;nbsp;small to produce such drastic changes in the characters.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I don't mean to discourage anyone from seeing the movie. If you were a big fan of Curse of the Black Pearl, chances are you will enjoy watching Dead Man's Chest. However, the film is not much aside from being a fan movie and a visual spectacular. There is no story of sacrifice or redemption in the film. Perhaps there will be&amp;nbsp;such a storyline&amp;nbsp;in the third film though. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;On the other hand, I&amp;nbsp;do think the film had an intriguing&amp;nbsp;religious overtone. When&amp;nbsp;one of the Flying Dutchman's crew members was explaining&amp;nbsp;his reasoning for spending eternity on the ghostship,&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;said that he got what&amp;nbsp;he wanted. This made me think of C.S. Lewis' The Great Divorce, in which Lewis suggests that people do not want to go to heaven because&amp;nbsp;they themselves&amp;nbsp;do not want heaven. They would&amp;nbsp;rather do things their own way. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;In conclusion, if you can wait until this film comes out on video, you&amp;nbsp;may want to save some money and not see it at the theater. If, however, you are a diehard fan of the first film and want a diversion from your boring summer job, take some a friend or a family member to the film. Overall, I give it 2.5 out of 5 stars.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;By the way, I am not listening to the soundtrack. I just wanted to list the picture on my blog. However, I do think the soundtrack will be better than the first one even though I have not heard it yet. There was some great music in this film. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/505489155/thoughts-on-dead-mans-chest.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, June 21, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/499689848/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/499689848/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2006 21:29:31 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Dan's latest portrait.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://x4e.xanga.com/cc2a4067c903561698295/b41354748.jpg" target=xangaphoto&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 400px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://x4e.xanga.com/cc2a4067c903561698295/z41354748.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/499689848/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, May 07, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/482112872/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/482112872/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2006 23:43:14 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;Disclaimer about my Last Post&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
After pondering the evidence with my friends, I have concluded that the
call I received this morning at 5:15 am was most definitely a prank. So
whichever friend of mine did this, please fess up to your foolishness. &lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/482112872/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, May 07, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/481849839/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/481849839/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2006 09:41:04 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;10 Minute Seedling&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" size="3"&gt;Who says you can't share the Gospel with a drunk man?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This morning at 5:15 am, I was typing a story at my computer when all
of a sudden my cell phone rang. The number began with "000", so I
naturally thought it was my sister, Amy, in Germany. After all, she is
the only person who calls me that would be awake at this hour. So I
answered the phone and heared the deep voice of a stranger asking for
Dan.
I said, "This is he," and paused to hear the man sorrowfully tell of
how his girlfriend cheated on him. I was about to offer to
pray with the man but prefaced my offer with the question, "Do you
believe in God?" The man proceeded to talk about how, although he was
raised Roman Catholic, he concluded that God is very accepting and will
punish those who think there is only one way to get to heaven. At the
same time, the guy mentioned that Christ died for everyone, so I was a
bit confused. I didn't understand how someone could believe in Christ's
atoning sacrifice and still think that "all roads lead to heaven." So I
shared with the man my understanding of the Gospel. I said
that I believe in Jesus Christ, who died for all who believe in Him. He
is an accepting God, but He is the only God. Unfortunately, our
conversation was cut
short soon thereafter. &lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
As I write this, I tremble with excitement. In less than 10 minutes, I
had a chance to plant a seed in someone's life. Considering that I've
been rethinking the path my life will take after college, maybe God is
trying to tell me something through my experience this morning. Maybe
I'm supposed to become part of a full-time ministry. To be honest,
these ten minutes of my life were some of the most fulfulling moments
I've ever spent. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Well, I must get back to my writing. I have five stories due on Monday, and I've only started on two. YIKES!&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/481849839/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 10, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/470185131/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/470185131/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Apr 2006 02:30:11 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys Can’t Multitask!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reinforcement of What We Already Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;






&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While I was picking out flip-flops at Wal-Mart, my friend
Chris called. I answered the phone and talked as Hannah and I walked up to the
self-checkout counters. I scanned my flip-flops over the laser. Forgetting to
select my method of payment, I inserted a dollar bill into the machine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What’s
Joel been up to?” asked Chris.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I did not
speak until after I grabbed my receipt. “Oh, I don’t know. Just school. He was
supposed to go fishing Friday but it rained. He went backpacking last week.”&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hannah and
I crossed the parking lot and stopped at the red Toyota Previa. I flipped out
my key and inserted it into the keyhole. I turned the key but could not hear
the click of the locks. &lt;i style=""&gt;The lock’s bad, &lt;/i&gt;I
thought. As I considered what was wrong, Chris became that muffled adult voice heard
on Peanuts. “Waw waw waw wa waaaa.” &lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I walked
over to the passenger-side door and turned the key there. Still I heard no
click. &lt;i style=""&gt;Maybe the key’s bent&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;Good thing I brought a spare today. &lt;/i&gt;I
slung open my wallet and lifted the key from the main pocket. I placed the key
in the lock and turned. Still no click! &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I resolved
to try the lock on the driver’s side door again with this key, but I stopped
behind the vehicle to try to unlock the trunk. The key wouldn’t budge. &lt;i style=""&gt;What is going on here? &lt;/i&gt;I looked at the
ground in frustration. But my eyes saw bright colors on their way to the
ground. &lt;i style=""&gt;What was that? A &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;Kentucky&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; license plate?&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style=""&gt;This isn’t my van!!!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes. Just
another day in the life of a one-track-minded male. </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/470185131/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, April 09, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/469746524/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/469746524/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Apr 2006 03:58:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Feeling Used in Hollywood&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-STYLE: italic" size=3&gt;How do you avoid treating film crew members as a means to an end?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I must confess. I intentionally lied to a girl tonight. You see, I'm making this movie about a girl who doesn't date boys, and when a guy asks her out, he invites her fishing and tricks her into thinking a bunch of his friends will be coming. So I did the same thing to my actress to see how she would react upon discovering that I had deceived her. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I asked the actress to go with some guys on my hall and I to a series of plays that were being performed tonight. Her response was priceless! I showed up at the play in a button-down shirt and tie. She told me, "I feel underdressed." &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Well, it's a date, isn't?" I couldn't resist smiling. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "You have a death wish!" She later yelled.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I smiled the entire evening, even while apologizing for hurting her feelings. "I understand how you might feel used," I said. Immediately, she adopted the term "used" to describe exactly how my prank made her feel. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I left a seat in between us when we sat down for the play. I asked one of her friends to come sit in between us because "she could use a friend right now." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;While we waited for the play to start, I began to remember Kant's idea that no person should be treated as a means to an end. I realized that I had just treated my actress this way. The whole time I had justified my actions with the thought, "at least I have some great footage." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All actors are a means to an end, but I believe that no actor should be treated as such. If I could just figure out how to implement this belief in my life, then maybe I could right a book on how members of a film crew should treat each other. Let me know if you all have any thoughts on this belief or if you have any other ideas how film crew members should be treated on the set. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/469746524/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, March 15, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/457886663/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/457886663/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2006 05:52:02 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;Is Man a Diurnal Creature?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" size="4"&gt;What happens to you after an all-nighter?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
What happens to people who are not used to staying up all night when they pull an all-nighter?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Well...&lt;br&gt;
1. One might fall into a deep sleep during a lecture he or she really
wanted to hear. Not only that but he might start toppling over sideways
and disrupt the class as he tries to stabilize himself with his thick
hiking boots.&lt;br&gt;
2. One might jump up from his computer, forgetting that he is wearing his roommate's set
of headphones. The cord to the headphones may, in
turn, fray. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
What happens to you after you pull an all-nighter?&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/457886663/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, March 12, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/456634281/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/456634281/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Mar 2006 19:28:19 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;The Right Thing for the Wrong Reason&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should You Act on the Assumption that Your Motivation &lt;br&gt;
Will Change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I must confess. Sometimes my reason
for doing good to others is self-serving. In a situation like this, should I withhold a good deed from a
person or group of people because my intentions are to gain something
in return? &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
To make what I am talking about more concrete, say I were to think of
embarking on a missions trip to Swaziland. Now I know that while in
Swaziland, I will have many opportunities to comfort children who are dying of
aids. At the same time, I realize that my primary reason for going on
this mission trip is to broaden my horizons through traveling to an
exotic location. Should I not sign up for the trip because my heart is
not in the right place? &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Now the mission trip example is entirely hypothetical. But I bring up
this topic because I am want to know the Biblical answer to how you
should behave if you know that your actions result in service to others
(and perhaps God), but your heart is not in the right place. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
In Galatians 6:10, Paul says, "Therefore, as we have opportunity, let
us do good to all people, especially to thos ewho belong to the family
of believers." Also, Proverbs 3:27 says, "Do not withhold good from
those who dersrve it, when it is in your power to act." &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I believe that once you arrive at the point where you are questioning
your motivations, you are at the right maturity level to go to
Swaziland or do that thing you hesitate to do because of your fear of
having the wrong motivation. I think God purposefully reveals to us
when our hearts are not in the right place so that we know to lean on
Him. With that said, I would only go on that trip to Swaziland if I was
confident that I had surrendered my motivations to God. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
What do you think would be the right thing to do if you were in this situation? I would love to hear your thoughts. &lt;br&gt;
  </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/456634281/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, March 10, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/455371235/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/455371235/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 03:38:45 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;Shirtless and Schooless?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" size="4"&gt;"I have a history of losing my shirt." -- Barenaked Ladies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;
Tonight I was with Hannah in the physical activities center, and just
as I finished slipping out of shirt, who should walk in but Steve Wise!
I tried to explain that I was not doing anything immoral, but he simply quickened his pace and darted out of that
place.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
I wonder if he's ever expelled someone for stripping.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll be the first. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/shocked.gif"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/455371235/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, March 10, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/455369245/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Studly_Muffin/455369245/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 03:33:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Boy's Pursuit of Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Boys never grow up; they just become bigger boys." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Tonight I was chasing some girls around the Sarah Johnson House lobby with a nightcrawler. &lt;br&gt;
As I reflect on my actions, I realize that I still seek for that warm
fuzzy boyish feeling that comes from hearing a female shriek. It has
always been music to my ears, and I imagine it always shall be.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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