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Contest!
So, my mom got me a new Nikon D5100, and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lovf4uHpuc1qasky4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smokingbl00d.tumblr.com/post/8029646382"&gt;smokingbl00d&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Contest!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, my mom got me a new Nikon D5100, and I saw no need to keep my Rebel XS anymore. So I thought I might as well have a giveaway/contest thing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This camera is a Canon  EOS Rebel XS, and it comes with EFS 18-55 lens, a super macro lens, and a 0.43x wide angle lens. It also includes the battery, charger, neck strap, and case. Everything is in &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT &lt;/strong&gt;condition. It takes amazing photos, too!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Okay, so rules of my contest:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must be following me,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://smokingbl00d.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smokingbl00d.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://smokingbl00d.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ONLY REBLOGS WILL ENTER YOU INTO THE CONTEST.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Reblogging this a billion times will not increase your chances of winning.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It doesn’t matter where you live, I will mail this to you &lt;strong&gt;free of charge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The contest will end at midnight (central time zone), July 28th, 2011. So, if you have any questions, just ask me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good luck! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/8074478060</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/8074478060</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 01:11:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Great Gentleman!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://webbut.tumblr.com/post/7575990748"&gt;webbut&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loa53vnTIJ1qcfb3o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loa54iURG51qcfb3o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loa56yxD731qcfb3o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Honor&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Valor&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Respect&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Class&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dignity&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Intellect&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;English Accents&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Let’s Fight Like Gentleman”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/7614143254</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/7614143254</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 10:43:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The Mission Statement of my Life</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I was recently went out to dinner with a couple friends and during that dinner I told a rather long story about a difficult time in my life.  After the story was done I was rambling a bit trying to find the ultimate purpose to the story, or at the very least what my take away from the experience was.  In that rambling I somehow stumbled upon the inner workings of my mind and casually uttered the following:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;Ultimately how I&amp;#8217;ve found I need to live my life is like this, Opposite gender removed from the equation, What do I want to do with my life, and every day why haven&amp;#8217;t I done something to make sure I&amp;#8217;m one step closer to that.&amp;#8221;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a relatively simple statement, but something that can completely fly by some people and get lost in the everyday that is life.  People can spend years fooling around without any direction or self-given purpose.  Sometimes people just wish the lives others wished them to live, other times people never really grasp hold of a direction, or miss out on one too many opportunities and never try to go back and retry a path that might not have been as explored as they though. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Point is I knew what I wanted to do with my life since I was 7: Make badass games, inspire people with my creativity, and tell epic stories through the medium of games.  Granted not everyday since I was 7 has been devoted to the study of games, but they are a massive part of my life.  I&amp;#8217;m even at a school where I spend everyday with a team of people crafting a &lt;a title="game" target="_self" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Airplane-Dash-Video-Game/166048866789710"&gt;game &lt;/a&gt;from the ground up.  I&amp;#8217;m actively trying to forge a foundation for myself out in the industry now so I can have a job doing what I love.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Point being I encourage those who haven&amp;#8217;t taken some direction with their life to do so, regardless of what anyone else says.  Odds are whatever floats your particular boat won&amp;#8217;t float everyone&amp;#8217;s as well.  I can respect that and they should be able to as well.  As long as you have some direction and you know what you want out of life at the very least you can take solace in the fact the path you walk is yours.  All that is left is for you to make sure at the very least you take a step down that path frequently and remember to smell the roses along the way. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/7071552568</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/7071552568</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 00:36:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>A dilemma</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  Being a student at Full Sail University, particularly one in the midst of final project working 12 hour work days monday-friday, I get to be subject to a complete and total lack of free time.  Granted I have friends worse off than I in this department, but thats still subject to change.   &lt;br/&gt;   That being said, free time is a thing of great value to me as of late.  It&amp;#8217;s a bit of me time where I usually get to throw my life in whatever direction I choose before being forced to get back to work.  So whenever I get the chance, meaning whenever I don&amp;#8217;t get home from a 12 hour day with another starting soon, I try to unwind by doing something I want to do.  I feel it allows me to unwind a bit and allows me to not go crazy up until this point.&lt;br/&gt;  Up until recently the activity of choice was spending time with my girlfriend.  Seeing as she&amp;#8217;s moved to the west coast (a distance that gets compounded by a 3 hour time difference)  thats no longer an option.     &lt;br/&gt;  As my one week summer break is coming up I&amp;#8217;ve been given 3 options:&lt;br/&gt;1st option is I could stay here in FL.  It&amp;#8217;s a cheap easy way out of picking from the other two but kinda slights all the parties I want to see.  The upside is i can goof around and have free time to myself for once.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2nd option is I could travel to the west coast to visit my girlfriend and spend time with her.  The downside is that traveling is expensive (I guess thats more of a note than an actually downside) and my true problem with this lies in the fact I would be staying with her family.  From my limited interaction with them they&amp;#8217;re good people, I&amp;#8217;m just not too enthused by the thought of monitoring myself for the sake of making a good impression for people who are letting me stay in their home for the sake of their daughter.  I&amp;#8217;m not even sure how valid an option is is anyway.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3rd option is travel home for the one week off I get and spend it seeing friends and family.  I do miss my old friends, but i do tend to get guilt from my family for my lack of communication.  I also feel bad for neglecting my older friends as well.  (if anyof of you read this, your not forgotten I&amp;#8217;m just busy and anti-social at that&amp;#8230;.my bad &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not really too sure who to talk to in particular over this seeing as most of the people I would talk to are biased in this scenario&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/6481582709</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/6481582709</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 02:42:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Whiteboards and big butts</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  Blog attempt #2&lt;br/&gt;  I&amp;#8217;m not really sure what to put in these things.  I guess random shower ponderings and musing count.  Not sure what doesn&amp;#8217;t fly on blogs.  Am I allowed to pen epics of imaginary alter egos, who&amp;#8217;ve once walked through a spider web, found a spider in their hair, tamed them, gave it super magical powers, nicknamed it Rodrigo and used to as a companion to fight crime?   Maybe i should just stick to reality for a bit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;   So I&amp;#8217;ve taken up exercise.  I know, crazy right?  As it turns out theres this exercise facility located near the pool in my apartment complex and I go there at night to use the exercise bike and treadmill.  Not sure what drove this decision.  Maybe it&amp;#8217;s my all knowing whiteboard.  For the uninformed (that would be everyone since I tell no one anything) I own a whiteboard, and on said whiteboard is a bunch of random things I should do.  As thoughts pop into my head I scribble them on the whiteboard and go back to whatever I was doing.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;   For whatever reason at some point I wrote Find out how fat I am, followed by Be less fat.  I figured since I lack a scale, and I&amp;#8217;m not sure if i know anyone who has one I just decided to try to achieve a it of that wonder god body every magazine seems to advertise and drive into the minds of society thats whats attractive and slim down a bit.  Exercise can&amp;#8217;t hurt right?  So I&amp;#8217;ve decided to go to the exercise room and use the exercise bike and treadmill at least 3 times a week in an attempt to sculpt myself in a more favorable manner.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/5661401746</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/5661401746</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 02:44:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Hi I'm Jordan</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hello, I am Jordan, and this is an attempt to jump start a small will to blog and feed it until it becomes something natural.  I&amp;#8217;m not sure what to start with, no random spark of intellectual brilliance to share, no early morning musing currently on my mind, nada. Unfortunately not much is going on with the people who live in the hair forest I call my head so all I can manage to think up is a mere introduction.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m a teenager going to college to make video games.  I listen to a wholeeeeeeeeeee lot of &lt;a title="OCRemix" target="_blank" href="http://ocremix.org/"&gt;OCRemix &lt;/a&gt;(for those who don&amp;#8217;t know it&amp;#8217;s a website dedicated to releasing game remixes for free, they have over 2000 officially hosted, with a fanbase pumping out music, not to mention a few cds).  I play too much of a game called League of Legends.  I&amp;#8217;m a fan of the video game genres dubbed JRPG, strategy, and Fighting.  I used to play Professional Super Smash Brothers.  I have an afro that I never poof out.  My hair IS in fact that curly, and I AM in fact that sexy.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;to wrap things up in a nice little bow/summary/tl;dr:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi I&amp;#8217;m Jordan, and you&amp;#8217;re not, oddly enough, I&amp;#8217;m ok with that.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/5539002416</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/5539002416</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 03:19:15 -0400</pubDate><category>newPoster</category><category>introduction</category><category>failPost</category></item><item><title>$1 will be donated for every reblog this note gets. I will personally donate the money to the Japan Quake. Help me help them.</title><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/3817350845</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/3817350845</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2011 18:40:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Replace every vowel in your name with O</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://aneub.tumblr.com/post/3211653590"&gt;aneub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://citrusshrimp.tumblr.com/post/3211098618"&gt;citrusshrimp&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://italinese.tumblr.com/post/2571732369"&gt;italinese&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pataques.tumblr.com/post/2566174669"&gt;pataques&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodmorning3pm.tumblr.com/post/2561700116/replace-every-vowel-in-your-name-with-o"&gt;goodmorning3pm&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wherethequeerthingsare.tumblr.com/post/2561618409/replace-every-vowel-in-your-name-with-o"&gt;wherethequeerthingsare&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesdanni.tumblr.com/post/2561574471/replace-every-vowel-in-your-name-with-o"&gt;sometimesdanni&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ratlsd.tumblr.com/post/2561556086/replace-every-vowel-in-your-name-with-o"&gt;ratlsd&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;daisycore&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;kootlon borkor&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;otto norton&lt;br/&gt;…son of a bitch&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Donno Rodon Borko AHA&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Brottono Komborlo Logoro&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;LOL KOMBORLO&lt;big&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;OLOSHO POGO MORTOL.&lt;br/&gt;HAHAHA! “Damn right I like Pogo’s. POGO IS MY MIDDLE NAME.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Romoono Sottorlot&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Dovon Donofroo :I&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Ho Yoong Loo”&lt;br/&gt;lmaolmaolmaolmaolmaolmaolmao&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;olothoo noobort&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…..pffffffft.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;jordon joynor&lt;br/&gt;sounds about the same &amp;#187;&amp;gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/3212099961</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/3212099961</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 00:21:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Due to my own seemingly faulty late-night programming decision...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfbgwhy7Dk1qdpqvso1_400.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Due to my own seemingly faulty late-night programming decision making process, I’ve spent the last few agonizingly slow hours constructing a finger to point at what tile you want to move to.  I know it sounds relatively simple in theory, but for whatever (currently solved) reason the finger decided to leak all the memory allocated for the flashing blue tiles.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To properly illustrate the gravity of the situation without needing to know much about programming, imagine an empty glass of water.  This glass of water is the pre-determined amount of memory your computer has to run calculations for any given thing you ask of it.  So whenever you ask your computer to do something the computer pours water into this glass until it has the amount it needs for it’s current task then proceeds to empty all the water it just put in.  A memory leak would be like if the glass of water didn’t empty all of it’s contents.  It simply means theres less room for more water (less room for future calculations) next time you need to do something.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Granted a few drops here and there are hardly noticible but imagine if this were to happen every second a game was running.  Over time the game would have less room for calculations, so those calculations would take longer and longer and longer, until it was there was no room left at all, at that point your program tends to slow down your entire computer so it’s best to clean up all the memory you use.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/2840416656</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/2840416656</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 05:24:17 -0500</pubDate><category>programming</category><category>memory</category></item><item><title>These are platforms.  As some of you may notice they’re...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf9dlwJqmC1qdpqvso1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are platforms.  As some of you may notice they’re the platforms from the Megaman Battle network series (if it must be stated i own those sprites in no way shape or form just borrowing them).  These Platforms are being used as the basis for my game project.  To simplify it into it’s simplest components: Get from point A to Point B then back to point A.  It’s crude but most of the planning is still kinda being worked out and i’m kinda winging it as is, but it’s something to keep me busy and allow me to spread my creative wings.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/2823862807</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/2823862807</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 02:17:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>RAWR.</title><link>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/2329069880</link><guid>http://kingtarutaru.tumblr.com/post/2329069880</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 18:09:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>J, an Introduction</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, as I tell a new story for the world.  A story that the world may barely comprehend as an experience as it trancends words itself.  A story of a man so legendary his escapades have been recorded throughout history but falsely acreditted to other individuals.  He’s had pyramids built in his honor, walked on water, turned water into wine, lead revolutions, screamed “the british are coming late into the evening”, traveled through dreams, instilled nightmares, inceptionized thoughts, done shady things on grass knolls, conquered countries, built kingdoms, romanced nobles from fueding families, had plumbers do battle with giant gorillas, and that is but a fraction of his known activites.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;J is a entity wrapped in rumors sandwhich between two mythos and sprinkled with a bit of suspension of disbelief.  Some say J is a voidwalker left among us to act as an emissary from the forces of justice.  Some say J is a fallen angel just trying to make his way home.  Some say J is just a man wandering the world in search of action, adventure, and romance.  Some say J is an alien come to disguise himself among us…poorly.  Some say J is just some dude who is entirely too full of himself and spreads rumors REALLLLLY well.  Some even think J is the very reason we have the letter.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do I have your attention ladies and gents…Good because one thing is certain.  J exists and hes out there doing epic deeds and delivering justice on a daily basis.  So if you are truly in need simply call out for him and he will appear in some way shape or form to deliver his honorable services.  &lt;/p&gt;
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