<?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-8358645083330946657</id><updated>2011-12-22T17:45:43.072Z</updated><category term='New Start'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='Laugh'/><category term='comic book'/><category term='meme'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Grumpy Moments'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='hotties'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='Silly'/><category term='fun'/><category term='film'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Star Trek'/><category term='hunks'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Bearpups Cyber Kennel ... In the Dog House Again</title><subtitle type='html'>The mutterings and musings of a slightly irregular regular bloke.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-6298372757483484987</id><published>2010-05-03T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:28:59.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>On Books</title><content type='html'>Despite the rather innocent looking title I'm actually here to talk about one of my vices (don't worry no NSFW or TMI flags are required).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books seem to have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. My parents and grandparents read to me often when I was small and by the time I was 11 I was a member of 3 libraries and borrowing 12 books a fortnight. This started a lifelong addiction I do not want curing of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books. My home is almost overflowing with them. I struggle to throw books away (even the ones I didn't enjoy reading!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring me joy, comfort and assistance on several levels, some of which I'll talk about here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Books as Escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bit where I'm supposed to tell you about my deep love of Dickens, Bronte, Tolstoy and the like.&amp;nbsp; I fear you will be disappointed, an unfortunate run in with The Mayor of Casterbridge and The Pearl whilst at school left me wary of literary fiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction is science fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me aliens, technological utopias, technological distopias, alternate universes, time travel and telepathic dragons. When I read I want to be transported to the fantastical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the funny thing about this is that science fiction (at least the good stuff) is ultimately about the human psyche and human relationships just like any other novel.&amp;nbsp; I just like some blasters, spaceships, supercomputers and time machines as set dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Books as Information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am sure some of you know I am a techie by trade and it tends to be a very fast moving one.&amp;nbsp; In theory books should be a poor source of information in such a fast moving world but they have many advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my reference books can sit on my desk without taking up valuable screen real estate, they don't need batteries and, since the company I work for tends to hold on to technologies long past their usual sell by dates, they can outlast what's currently trendy on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Books as Fetish Objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child my dad gave me a great gift, access to a set of "The children's encyclopaedia".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Published in the 1930's they were huge leather bound tomes with crisp, thin pages and a smell which only ever comes from old books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about rubber from the East Indies, I read about prisms, I distinctly remember reading about creating a light show by boring a hole in a glass bottle then filling it with isinglass and letting a point source of light hit the bottle whilst the liquid runs out in a darkened room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle school had some early, beautifully illustrated hardback copies of Frank L. Baum's Oz stories. They were gorgeous and now I would probably give a fair portion of my bank account contents to own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day I don't know what isinglass is (though I'm sure wikipedia will tell me) but I do know that sometimes the look, feel and smell of a book can be a perfectly valid reason for me to want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Books as Magical Totems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my books have a very odd place in my collection, I call them my magical totem books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are books I think I &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt; read but never quite get round to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a book on Java development, one on design patterns some on coding standards and several volumes about tech management and quality assurance.&amp;nbsp; On my more optimistic days I like to think that by simply owning them I am afforded some mysterious magical protection or that their knowledge may seep into me just by my being in their vicinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Books as Gadgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is stretching the definition but I love my gadgets as much as I love my books and these gizmos allow me to partake of both addictions at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own a Sony e-reader and a Kindle.&amp;nbsp; Strictly speaking neither of these things are books, they are simply devices for carrying and presenting books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sony is used at work and contains some reference texts and a lots of my own notes.&amp;nbsp; The Kindle is used in my leisure time and contains some works of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped that the Kindle would cut down on the books on every flat (and not so flat) surface problem but, in all honesty, I find I still prefer the shredded tree type of book for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books, they bring me escape, knowledge, comfort and something to do with my eyes when they're not busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The addiction is long standing and, as far as I'm concerned, completely incurable and I wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-6298372757483484987?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/6298372757483484987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=6298372757483484987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/6298372757483484987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/6298372757483484987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-books.html' title='On Books'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-3685331607691898275</id><published>2010-04-01T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:28:01.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Give This Another Try</title><content type='html'>The kennel is undergoing redecoration renovation and, hopefully, reinvigoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abnormal service will resume soon ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-3685331607691898275?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/3685331607691898275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=3685331607691898275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/3685331607691898275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/3685331607691898275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-give-this-another-try.html' title='Let&apos;s Give This Another Try'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-162896300357310575</id><published>2009-02-09T19:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:03:17.021Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotties'/><title type='text'>Rescue Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SZCLPOe34JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4Ybe754VIBc/s1600-h/MyHero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SZCLPOe34JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4Ybe754VIBc/s400/MyHero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300889855116959890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone sees this handsome, bespectacled, shopping loving man please send him my way ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-162896300357310575?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/162896300357310575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=162896300357310575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/162896300357310575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/162896300357310575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2009/02/rescue-me.html' title='Rescue Me!'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SZCLPOe34JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4Ybe754VIBc/s72-c/MyHero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-8168076785653165336</id><published>2009-01-14T22:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:16:41.305Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumpy Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly'/><title type='text'>And the world gets a little dumber</title><content type='html'>English readers of my blog may be familiar with a television programme called "Grumpy Old Men" which basically consists of a gang of middle aged male celebrities ranting about why the world has gone to the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched it a bit and it's quite funny, not least because I find myself agreeing quite a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I had my very own "Grumpy Old Man" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the following at a branch Currys (for those not in the know they are a national chain of electrical retailers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SW5hsUm5yJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lbbUI1iAVIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SW5hsUm5yJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lbbUI1iAVIQ/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291274026280929426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bargin? Clearance Isle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heavens sakes who wrote this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually spent 5 minutes debating with myself as to whether I should call the manager and ask them to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that they would just think I was some kind of weirdo for even thinking that it mattered, so I left, grumbling and muttering to myself all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder how many people saw that sign and thought nothing of it, how many saw the sign before it went up and thought it was fine to display to the public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum, I guess I'll just have to get used to this new world we're making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-8168076785653165336?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/8168076785653165336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=8168076785653165336' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/8168076785653165336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/8168076785653165336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-world-gets-little-dumber.html' title='And the world gets a little dumber'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SW5hsUm5yJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lbbUI1iAVIQ/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-4882103644594531626</id><published>2008-12-23T15:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:27:10.984Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Star Trek universe has lost a heroine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SVD_fOhha_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/GGKnkBJJ4Fc/s1600-h/st_majel_cage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SVD_fOhha_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/GGKnkBJJ4Fc/s400/st_majel_cage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283003274845318130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 18th 2008 one of the most enduring characters of the Star Trek universe,&lt;br /&gt;Majel Roddenberry, passed away aged 76.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on your vintage you may remember her as nurse Christine Chapel or (pardon my spelling if it's wrong!) Lwaxana Troi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also the voice of nearly every starfleet computer in every film and series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majel Roddenberry seemed to go from an elegant, sparky,  forthright, young woman to an elegant, sparky, forthright older woman.  Her role as Lwaxana was fabulous and funny and, I think, the first time Majel got to show us all what she really could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the long awaited Star Trek prequel comes out next year you will get to hear her perform one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest sympathies to her friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SVD_xS-ibNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ILoC8iqU5z8/s1600-h/270px-Majel-Barrett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SVD_xS-ibNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ILoC8iqU5z8/s400/270px-Majel-Barrett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283003585278405842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-4882103644594531626?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/4882103644594531626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=4882103644594531626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/4882103644594531626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/4882103644594531626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2008/12/star-trek-universe-has-lost-heroine.html' title='Star Trek universe has lost a heroine'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SVD_fOhha_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/GGKnkBJJ4Fc/s72-c/st_majel_cage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-6265769739087001848</id><published>2008-12-15T19:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:30:22.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>TV Shows get the Bear makeover</title><content type='html'>I found these on the old youtubes and they just made me howl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully some commissioning editor out there might take on "Bear Eye For The Twink Guy" or "Dr Woof" :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGuZjWiSO1k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGuZjWiSO1k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;As a few of you know I'm a bit of a sci-fi fan (not saying which bit!) so this version of Doctor Who? absolutely ROCKED for me!  For all you sci-fi geeks out there you can play spot the sci-fi show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxi4PFxhqhU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxi4PFxhqhU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-6265769739087001848?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/6265769739087001848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=6265769739087001848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/6265769739087001848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/6265769739087001848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2008/12/tv-shows-get-bear-makeover.html' title='TV Shows get the Bear makeover'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-6314400217644379069</id><published>2008-12-12T19:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:55:07.557Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly'/><title type='text'>Seasonal Survey - What Reindeer are you!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://projectchristopher.blogspot.com/"&gt;doppleganger&lt;/a&gt; for the idea on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Dancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/dancer.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-6314400217644379069?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/6314400217644379069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=6314400217644379069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/6314400217644379069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/6314400217644379069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2008/12/seasonal-survey-what-reindeer-are-you.html' title='Seasonal Survey - What Reindeer are you!'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-749268928552101624</id><published>2008-10-11T18:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:34:48.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Revealed - What Breed is the Bearpup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogster.com/quizzes/what_dog_breed_are_you"&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.dogster.com/images/quizzes/what_dog_breed_are_you/badge_lab.png" alt="What dog breed are you? I'm a Labrador Retriever! Find out at Dogster.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;  Labrador Retriever &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Caretaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; Your family is what makes you tick, and you never "flea" from an opportunity to hang out with the whole gang. A family picnic complete with hot dogs, deviled eggs and a refreshing swim in the lake is hard for you to stray from. Your &lt;b&gt;sparky temperament&lt;/b&gt; and dogged intelligence mean you are not only a blast to hang out with, but great to work with as well. Your close pals appreciate your &lt;b&gt;patience and forgiveness&lt;/b&gt;, knowing you'd rather let sleeping dogs lie than dwell on the mishaps of the past. Your &lt;b&gt;dashing good looks&lt;/b&gt; may one day lead to a modelling career, if only you can tame the unfortunate clumsiness that sometimes causes you to go flailing from the catwalk. &lt;a class="quiz_links" href="http://www.dogster.com/breeds/labrador_retriever" target="breedwindow"&gt; Learn more »&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  FAMOUS LABRADOR RETRIEVERS:  &lt;em&gt;Bill Cosby, Jackie Onassis, Dr. Phil, David Beckham&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  LIKELY PROFESSIONS:  &lt;em&gt;Doctor, Sales Executive, Teacher&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;A big thanks to &lt;a href="http://romach.wordpress.com/2008/10/11/what-dog-breed-are-you/"&gt;Romach&lt;/a&gt; for the inspiration on this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-749268928552101624?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/749268928552101624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=749268928552101624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/749268928552101624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/749268928552101624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-revealed-what-breed-is-bearpup.html' title='Finally Revealed - What Breed is the Bearpup?'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-6375126512330507388</id><published>2008-09-13T20:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:39:07.755+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Guy Ritchie is there something you want to tell us?</title><content type='html'>So, as part of our weekly food and a film social thing, we went to see "Rocknrolla" on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually picked that film as we considered it the least worst of the new releases available (Sorry Guy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is a comic mockney gangsta fest in the same vein as Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and (as far as I can tell) every other film Guy has made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out the film was hugely enjoyable, not least because of the great quantity of hot man totty in the cast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up there was the gorgeous Gerard Butler; this guy looks rough and ready in the film, at least he looked rough and I felt ready ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMwZLXB7T9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/a-fk0fNw3DE/s1600-h/gerard_butler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMwZLXB7T9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/a-fk0fNw3DE/s400/gerard_butler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245595348931137490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/j/m/R/comicconrocknrolla5.jpg" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/j/m/R/comicconrocknrolla5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was his best mate and sidekick played by the ever so sexy Idris Elba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 366px;" alt="http://www.jamati.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/idris_elba_blackprwire.jpg" src="http://www.jamati.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/idris_elba_blackprwire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.africanloft.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/idris-elba2-pix-by-shola-orol.JPG" alt="idris-elba2-pix-by-shola-orol.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add in a rather tasty ,indeed almost edible, gay gangster played by Tom Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2006/11/tomhardy071106_243x359.jpg" src="http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2006/11/tomhardy071106_243x359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very shaggable record producer played by Jeremy Piven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/jeremy-piven/pictures/jeremy-piven-picture-1.jpg" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/jeremy-piven/pictures/jeremy-piven-picture-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Toby Kebbell provided the junkie chic look, looking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; healthier than any real junkie ever would.  He seemed to have not a single gram of fat on his body, just muscle.  To be honest it's not quite my taste, I like my fellas with a little crackling (if you get my drift) but I'm sure many of you out there will love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0eZOaiA6ghce4/340x.jpg" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0eZOaiA6ghce4/340x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various other bits of sexy manhood were scattered through the film, and it does have some great humorous moments which make up for the sometimes slow and stilted bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eye for hot fellas and a love of Maddonna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARE YOU SURE THERE'S NOTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US GUY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-6375126512330507388?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/6375126512330507388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=6375126512330507388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/6375126512330507388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/6375126512330507388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2008/09/guy-ritchie-is-there-something-you-want.html' title='Guy Ritchie is there something you want to tell us?'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMwZLXB7T9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/a-fk0fNw3DE/s72-c/gerard_butler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-2988548780792923766</id><published>2008-09-09T20:06:00.028+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:38:23.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged! An image meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://eiain.wordpress.com/"&gt;Eiain&lt;/a&gt;, a good friend of mine has tagged me to try this google image meme so here I go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should warn you, in some cases I bent the rules (just a tiny bit!) and in others I stuck to them very close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here are the rules: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a) Answer the question below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the 1st page of results, do it with minimal words of explanation; and&lt;br /&gt;b) Tag 5 people to do the same once you’ve finished answering every question. (my tags are at the bottom of the post)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The age you'll be on your next birthday: Forty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRp_C_WXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lqeXhx8vxns/s1600-h/forty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRp_C_WXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lqeXhx8vxns/s400/forty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244109335348337010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Place you want to travel to: Sidney, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRiN51DwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rcKms_9YxwE/s1600-h/sidney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRiN51DwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rcKms_9YxwE/s400/sidney1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244109201897492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Your favourite place: The Pennines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRXpY_DzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i22IGpcSG5k/s1600-h/Pennines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRXpY_DzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i22IGpcSG5k/s400/Pennines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244109020297367346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Your favourite food: Balsamic strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRL181P8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OsJ8qbHBWvU/s1600-h/BalsamicStrawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRL181P8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OsJ8qbHBWvU/s400/BalsamicStrawberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244108817510514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Your favourite pet: Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQ_YnMWlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GlJt3wkBGew/s1600-h/Toby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQ_YnMWlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GlJt3wkBGew/s400/Toby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244108603476695634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Favourite colour combination: Orange and Purple (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQ22griWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1z8OCK3QrrE/s1600-h/orange-with-purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQ22griWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1z8OCK3QrrE/s400/orange-with-purple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244108456883620194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Favourite piece of clothing: Tight Jeans (on men with nice bums!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQt5A6OwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qAuHjJcjyIc/s1600-h/tightjeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQt5A6OwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qAuHjJcjyIc/s400/tightjeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244108302936849154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Your all time favourite song: The sun's coming over the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQjK15h_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/8pU1HTHBYO0/s1600-h/TheSunsComingOverTheHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQjK15h_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/8pU1HTHBYO0/s400/TheSunsComingOverTheHill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244108118743943154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Favourite TV show: Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQcFjgdcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/clGiy0w2Z9g/s1600-h/ugly_betty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQcFjgdcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/clGiy0w2Z9g/s400/ugly_betty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244107997065541058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. First name of your significant other: Frankiebear (his choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQS2xMPDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AhBDoF4MGag/s1600-h/FrankieBear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQS2xMPDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AhBDoF4MGag/s400/FrankieBear.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244107838477581362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Which town do you live in: Winterton, Lincolnshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQGpiDwcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6peqsGFRU_o/s1600-h/Winterton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbQGpiDwcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6peqsGFRU_o/s400/Winterton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244107628766020034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Your screen name/nickname: Bearpupuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbP9wBZLaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0LSyxz6wh50/s1600-h/bearpupuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbP9wBZLaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0LSyxz6wh50/s400/bearpupuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244107475889237410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Your first job: Programmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbP1-p5KFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iNDFAtgaM94/s1600-h/programmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbP1-p5KFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iNDFAtgaM94/s400/programmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244107342378248274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Your dream job: Multimillionaire Playboy  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPvPI71EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uodU7qdsbMo/s1600-h/MultimillionarePlayboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPvPI71EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uodU7qdsbMo/s400/MultimillionarePlayboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244107226544329794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. One bad habit that you have: Biting my fingernails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPlAwtoLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ti5mDJ0wd38/s1600-h/BitingMyNails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPlAwtoLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ti5mDJ0wd38/s400/BitingMyNails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244107050885947570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Worst fear: Dementia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPbdfiuhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jdq1w3rsYkU/s1600-h/dementia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPbdfiuhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jdq1w3rsYkU/s400/dementia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106886799866386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Things you'd like to do before you die: Eat at "The Fat Duck" and fly first class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPRRBCNPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ACR_SdWv0x0/s1600-h/EatAtFatDuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPRRBCNPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ACR_SdWv0x0/s400/EatAtFatDuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106711651988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPIVCbqgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0AyHCqioCVE/s1600-h/first_class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbPIVCbqgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0AyHCqioCVE/s400/first_class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106558112770562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. The 1st thing you'll buy if you get $100,000: Morgan car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbO5j-y15I/AAAAAAAAAHM/u9yFsHkEi6o/s1600-h/MorganCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbO5j-y15I/AAAAAAAAAHM/u9yFsHkEi6o/s400/MorganCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106304426006418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Your husband/wife:&lt;/span&gt; Not answering this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 297px;" alt="http://www.freefoto.com/images/41/01/41_01_3---No-Entry_web.jpg" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/41/01/41_01_3---No-Entry_web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What present would you like for your next birthday? Iliad E-book reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbOiBdUz_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/mShm4_cymck/s1600-h/IliadEReader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbOiBdUz_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/mShm4_cymck/s400/IliadEReader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105900021829618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Well most of that was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tags go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.romach.me.uk/"&gt;Romach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turnipstyle.com/"&gt;Turnipstyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goostersd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gooster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/jonathan.cook/stuff/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone else who fancies a go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and have fun all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-2988548780792923766?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/2988548780792923766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=2988548780792923766' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/2988548780792923766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/2988548780792923766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-image-meme.html' title='Tagged! An image meme'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90xU7HtppDI/SMbRp_C_WXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lqeXhx8vxns/s72-c/forty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-9147235119692580404</id><published>2008-08-29T19:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:17:57.152+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Start'/><title type='text'>Phase 1 - A Social Life</title><content type='html'>So I made a new start in the blog and decided it was time to look around and make some new starts in my life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to look at the causes of my 'small life' and start doing something about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCIAL LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My social life is almost entirely lived online.  My main interactions with people in the physical world are at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started doing something about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends I work with, and a few of their friends all get together once a week to have a meal and see a film.  I had an offer to join them a while back but I chickened out and avoided the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bit the bullet and said yes.  A group of seven of us met at a local pub for a meal before going to the cinema where we watched "You don't mess with the Zohan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film was dreadful, terrible, poor, sucked rocks through a straw, in short it was bad, very very bad, very very very bad, very very very very very..... (you get the idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time!  I met new people and I started forming new friendships, I chatted, I listened, we joked, laughed, bitched about work, gossiped about all sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did all the things that all of you out there with active social lives do all the time, but for me it was new, scary and enjoyable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it again next week.  The film will be "Babylon A.D." (at least I'll have some hot totty to watch!).  But as one of the girls commented last night, what film we go and see is not really that important, the fact that we go out and do something is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a baby step but, hopefully, the first of many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-9147235119692580404?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/9147235119692580404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=9147235119692580404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/9147235119692580404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/9147235119692580404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2008/08/phase-1-social-life.html' title='Phase 1 - A Social Life'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358645083330946657.post-7178218174228179837</id><published>2008-08-26T15:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:45:53.844+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Start'/><title type='text'>Identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>Those of you who have followed my mutterings in the past will have noticed that, in the last few months, my blog theme has changed over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll also notice my output has dropped from little, to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are closely related to the state of my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've suddenly realised that, at 39, I still don't know very much about who I am or what I should be doing with my life.  I guess it's past time for me to make my mind up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, those who know me will also know that this post is a pretty good sign that my "Black Dog" is currently in control which makes everything (including getting my arse out of bed every day) difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a podcast from someone called Wanda Wisdom where she described how, during a bad relationship, she wound up living 'a small life' doing little more than a stale routine each and every day.  That's how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've destroyed the old postings, picked yet another new template, and made this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a fresh start or this could be me shrinking my 'small life' a little more, I don't know just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who read my blog in the past and special thanks to all of you people out here in cyberspace who made me feel welcome and became (I hope) good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358645083330946657-7178218174228179837?l=bearpupuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/feeds/7178218174228179837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8358645083330946657&amp;postID=7178218174228179837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/7178218174228179837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358645083330946657/posts/default/7178218174228179837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearpupuk.blogspot.com/2008/08/identity-crisis.html' title='Identity Crisis'/><author><name>Chris Bearpupuk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/116963870367503433720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QSs-jV4Kilc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANI/PN-go-4R91o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
