<?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-8117606425010827462</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:38:43.278-04:00</updated><category term='Marty'/><category term='Marvin Berry'/><category term='Back To The Future'/><category term='Rock and Roll'/><title type='text'>Your Daily Future Now!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Your daily dose of Back To The Future drawings and reflections.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7359527056276149080</id><published>2008-09-29T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:28:25.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marty as a Jesus Figure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SODFPlwSTpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/f9LM66n8NE0/s1600-h/img061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SODFPlwSTpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/f9LM66n8NE0/s400/img061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251414037137346194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately this blog has been slow.  It probably should be called "Your-every other weekly-future-sometimes".  Sorry about that.  I've sorta been busy.  But I've found some time and a renewed enthusiasm for drawing so don't worry.  And just to prove to you that I mean it, here is the first drawing from Back to The Future II! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoverboards don't work on water?  That confuses me.  Don't the laws of magnetic fields work thru water?   Why wouldn't they?  I need to consult a science teacher!  Despite the whole water debacle, Marty is a pretty skilled Hoverboard operator.  Who knew that mediocre skateboard skills would translate so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I drew this last night I made some decisions.  I think this time around I am going to do my drawings sequentially.  So starting tomorrow, expect to see the first scene.  And then on Tuesday the second scene.  Etc...  So that should be fun.  Consider todays drawing a teaser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7359527056276149080?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7359527056276149080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7359527056276149080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7359527056276149080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7359527056276149080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/marty-as-jesus-figure.html' title='Marty as a Jesus Figure'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SODFPlwSTpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/f9LM66n8NE0/s72-c/img061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-2124452531263577219</id><published>2008-09-17T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:11:02.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to write in my journal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SNDyRA3VgfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l4NI034JMOw/s1600-h/img060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SNDyRA3VgfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l4NI034JMOw/s400/img060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246959939990422002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here we see Marty composing a letter to future Doc.  The envelope says '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; open until 1985'  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; Doc thought the envelope read 'tear up upon receiving'.  Doc might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;illiterate&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope Marty didn't slip a twenty in there!  The next envelope I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; I am ripping apart.  Forget you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BGE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty's legs look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know any Ricky B jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-2124452531263577219?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2124452531263577219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=2124452531263577219' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2124452531263577219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2124452531263577219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-to-write-in-my-journal.html' title='I like to write in my journal.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SNDyRA3VgfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l4NI034JMOw/s72-c/img060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1983293060199879211</id><published>2008-09-16T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:10:40.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SM-fvfK-4mI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Xp5ssY4URbw/s1600-h/img058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SM-fvfK-4mI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Xp5ssY4URbw/s400/img058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246587729080148578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh boy.  Marty and Biff are about to throw down in the cafeteria.  That's grounds for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; suspension.  Luckily principal Strickland is there to put out the fire.  Doesn't this guy have an office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biff needs to learn better coping skills.  He is completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unequipped&lt;/span&gt; to deal with his emotions.  I only see bad things in his future.  Either a life of crime or a life a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;menial&lt;/span&gt; labor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this drawing Biff is much smaller than Marty.  Again that is just perspective.  I am a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drawer&lt;/span&gt;.  I passed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;correspondence&lt;/span&gt; course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I am not being funny.  I am saving all my funny energy for something else this week.  Does anybody know any Dave Myers jokes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1983293060199879211?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1983293060199879211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1983293060199879211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1983293060199879211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1983293060199879211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/fight.html' title='Fight!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SM-fvfK-4mI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Xp5ssY4URbw/s72-c/img058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7271212891290488264</id><published>2008-09-15T08:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:20:14.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under-Calculations of Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SM5Qg4z0QXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-JrKABfiPUw/s1600-h/img059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SM5Qg4z0QXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-JrKABfiPUw/s400/img059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246219141868962162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back!  To the future!  This is a drawing of Marty in side of the Delorean.  He's all upset that Doc wont listen to his warnings about the future.  But wait Marty you have a time machine, you have all the time in the world!  Ten minutes ought to be enough!  Ten minutes?  You're trying to save your friends life, and you think ten minutes is enough time?  You have all the time in the world, but ten minutes out of infinity is all that Doc Brown is worth to you?  Marty, you're an idiot.  That's not enough time!  I would have gone back at least twelve minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this drawing Marty's left arm is much smaller than his right arm.  That's because of your optical perspective, not because I can't draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know any jokes about David Andler?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7271212891290488264?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7271212891290488264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7271212891290488264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7271212891290488264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7271212891290488264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-calculations-of-time.html' title='Under-Calculations of Time.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SM5Qg4z0QXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-JrKABfiPUw/s72-c/img059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8500010959322449041</id><published>2008-09-09T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:27:12.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News.</title><content type='html'>I sprained the funny bone in my drawing hand.  I am taking the week off.  I'll be back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any one want to submit any drawings with comments?  They might get posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry the future is coming on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8500010959322449041?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8500010959322449041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8500010959322449041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8500010959322449041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8500010959322449041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/sad-news.html' title='Sad News.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-885994488396312771</id><published>2008-09-05T08:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:42:43.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgivonuss Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SMEkNb6okkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1t9wXbRVFeo/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SMEkNb6okkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1t9wXbRVFeo/s400/007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242511254486553154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drawing is multi-leveled!  I mean Marty is down some stairs.  I don't mean that the drawing is deep with meaning.   However if your picking up some hidden depth, please let me know about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is setting the carpet on fire when he was eight really the one sin the that Marty wants to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsolved&lt;/span&gt; of?  He never did anything worse than that?  Things like that don't even count when you are eight!  Accidents happen.  Am I right?  He should have brought up something that happened in his teenage years.  "If your youngest child ever gets four tardies in a row, go easy on him" or better yet he could have planned some future mishap to get forgiven for once he gets back to 1985!  "If your youngest son ever gets into a brawl at a pool hall when he's 17, go easy on him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is George wearing a giant collared shirt like a 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century Dutch school boy?  Oh yeah, I can't draw!  Did you know they made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sequel&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BTTF&lt;/span&gt;?  That's what people in the industry call a teaser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-885994488396312771?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/885994488396312771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=885994488396312771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/885994488396312771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/885994488396312771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgivonuss-please.html' title='Forgivonuss Please.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SMEkNb6okkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1t9wXbRVFeo/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5959097268621777054</id><published>2008-09-04T08:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:11:57.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This easy chair doesn't look to easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL_Ue9_Q99I/AAAAAAAAAME/km0H_gxIRXg/s1600-h/007+002%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL_Ue9_Q99I/AAAAAAAAAME/km0H_gxIRXg/s400/007+002%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142119783626706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good morning.  Doc Brown has issues.  Future boy Marty has just laid the whole time travel story on Doc, and he flips out.  He runs from Marty, sits in front of the fire place, and starts talking to a picture of Thomas Edison.  If I am Marty and I am relying on this guy, I am not reassured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times when I am having trouble drawing I talk to a picture of Charles Schulz.  If that doesn't work I think of two squirrels wrestling.  Then I giggle.  Squirrels are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could draw characters the same way every time.  It just doesn't happen.  I try though.  This particular image of Doc Brown is actually my high school English teacher.  He's getting ready to throw this portrait of Edison across the room because it doesn't meet his standards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5959097268621777054?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5959097268621777054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5959097268621777054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5959097268621777054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5959097268621777054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-easy-chair-doesnt-look-to-easy.html' title='This easy chair doesn&apos;t look to easy.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL_Ue9_Q99I/AAAAAAAAAME/km0H_gxIRXg/s72-c/007+002%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1625937376960708805</id><published>2008-09-03T08:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:40:02.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You want me to lasso the moon, Loraine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL6C9fcToOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KymLA63cTq4/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL6C9fcToOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KymLA63cTq4/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241771009229693154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy smokes!  George is about to miss one of the most crucial moments of life because he is to busy dancing alone and drinking punch!  You have a midget-future-son to punch and a girl to win over.  Luckily Marvin Berry and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;StarLighters&lt;/span&gt; are going on break or George might have danced the night away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were Enchantment Under The Sea dances popular in the 1950's?  I wonder where they fell in the already busy dance calender?  Somewhere between Homecoming and Sadie Hawkins I guess.  I wish they would of had one of these under water dances when I was in high school.  I would have wore a snorkel and flippers!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great if in the middle of the dance scene the gym floor opened up into a swimming pool!  Like in 'It's a Wonderful Life'.  Can't you just see George doing the Charleston and the falling into the pool!  George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mcfly&lt;/span&gt;, not George Bailey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1625937376960708805?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1625937376960708805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1625937376960708805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1625937376960708805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1625937376960708805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-want-me-to-lasso-moon-loraine.html' title='You want me to lasso the moon, Loraine?'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL6C9fcToOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KymLA63cTq4/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8096534504502958142</id><published>2008-09-02T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:28:59.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mini-Delorean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL0tj1dWl6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/1l3zz5Rzn2M/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL0tj1dWl6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/1l3zz5Rzn2M/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241395634997991330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holiday weekend is over.  Back to work, boo.  Back To The Future, yeah!  Here we see a drawing of the Back To The Future movie poster.  A movie poster is something the studio releases to advertise a movie.  As you can see Marty is jumping out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Delorean&lt;/span&gt; in an awkward manner.  He is straddling two rows of fire, taking off his sun glasses, and checking his wristwatch, all in one motion.  That's a lot of action for one movie poster!  I don't remember any of this happening in the movie.  Where is the back of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Delorean&lt;/span&gt;, you might be asking.  I don't know.  It wasn't on the poster.  So I guess movie posters don't have to depict the movie that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt; at all.  Sorta like my drawings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that Dane Cook guy.  He rubs me the wrong way and isn't funny.  If only I had a time machine and stop him from becoming popular.....If only.....Stupid reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8096534504502958142?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8096534504502958142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8096534504502958142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8096534504502958142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8096534504502958142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/mini-delorean.html' title='A Mini-Delorean.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SL0tj1dWl6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/1l3zz5Rzn2M/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-2744261476814845018</id><published>2008-09-01T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:28:44.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you see what those guys were wearing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLwWIkQ6_0I/AAAAAAAAALs/y7V3Gw0Fgxg/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLwWIkQ6_0I/AAAAAAAAALs/y7V3Gw0Fgxg/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241088402781830978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning!  Doc sure seems excited about the prospect of time travel.  To bad he is about to get shot by some Libyans.  Don't worry, he survives.  (I guess I should have given a spoiler alert, oops)  He'll get to time travel soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hazmat&lt;/span&gt; suits that Marty and Doc are wearing.  They're really rad.  Marty looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dignan&lt;/span&gt; from Bottle Rocket.  Where do you pick up one of these yellow jump suits?  I wonder what sort of situations I could get away with wearing one of them in?  Are they ever strictly Taboo?  Funerals; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not, but weddings; I say okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes Anderson should do a Back To The Future remake.  That would be amazing.  Or at least the soundtrack would be an upgrade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-2744261476814845018?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2744261476814845018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=2744261476814845018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2744261476814845018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2744261476814845018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-you-see-what-those-guys-were.html' title='Did you see what those guys were wearing?'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLwWIkQ6_0I/AAAAAAAAALs/y7V3Gw0Fgxg/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5678371042574289552</id><published>2008-08-28T10:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:06:00.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flame Retardant in a Can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLa6yWrFOCI/AAAAAAAAALk/OXoHoFZAkuw/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLa6yWrFOCI/AAAAAAAAALk/OXoHoFZAkuw/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239580590734653474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 a.m.  time to blog about Back To The Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, that model car is on fire and about to crash into a box of old rags!  This could be disastrous.  Good thing Doc Brown is wearing safety goggles and has a 1950's era fire extinguisher.  I don't understand why people keep boxes of old rags laying around.  Is it for washing your car or stove or something?  Haven't people ever heard of a the miracle shammy?  The infomercial used to be on all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Doc Brown would be a great infomercial guy!  Whatever he's selling, I am buying.  He'd be much better than that Ron Popeil Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Doc's hair look like a fish in this drawing?  Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:55  a.m. Leave comments on &lt;a href="http://roxierules.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://roxierules.blogspot.&lt;wbr&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.58 a.m.  eat some chex mix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5678371042574289552?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5678371042574289552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5678371042574289552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5678371042574289552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5678371042574289552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/flame-retardant-in-can.html' title='Flame Retardant in a Can.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLa6yWrFOCI/AAAAAAAAALk/OXoHoFZAkuw/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5636253565555452987</id><published>2008-08-27T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:15:23.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Merman Terror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLVCfIEzHLI/AAAAAAAAALU/rwDRa_nsqMc/s1600-h/007+001%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLVCfIEzHLI/AAAAAAAAALU/rwDRa_nsqMc/s400/007+001%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239166844026428594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.  It sounds like George is suffering from some mental illness.  He's being visited by space aliens threatening to vaporize his brain!  Keep that one to yourself George.  This guy is troubled.  But we all know that Darth Vader is actually Marty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt;.  So maybe George isn't nuts at all.  He just lacks social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish some one would sneak into my room and pull a trick like that on me!  I love practical jokes.  Just don't show up in a clown suit.  I have a bit of a clown-phobia.  But if a mermaid or a merman showed up to give me secret orders in the middle of the night I think I would be thrilled!  "If you don't run in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Juy&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Marathon, I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; back and slap you with a fish.  A big fish."   Yikes!  Leave me alone merman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, check out this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://roxierules.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://roxierules.blogspot.&lt;wbr&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It asks you if a dog named Roxie rules.  Though every time I try to answer, my comment gets deleted.  I used to think Roxie rules, but now I am not so sure.  Leave Roxie a comment, see if it sticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5636253565555452987?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5636253565555452987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5636253565555452987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5636253565555452987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5636253565555452987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-merman-terror.html' title='The Great Merman Terror.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLVCfIEzHLI/AAAAAAAAALU/rwDRa_nsqMc/s72-c/007+001%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8043596305987924643</id><published>2008-08-26T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:06:21.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenagers and Problems With Promptness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLQ2Y0KtwiI/AAAAAAAAALM/SkHXfdYYDxE/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLQ2Y0KtwiI/AAAAAAAAALM/SkHXfdYYDxE/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238872066487075362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that Marty keeps on showing up tardy to school?  Four Days in a row!  There is no excuse for that!  Maybe you need to cut back on the time you spend at the creepy inventors house in the morning, Marty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Marty is going to get detention soon.  Wouldn't it be great if the character of Marty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt; was in the Breakfast Club!  He could get that whole crazy gang into some time travel situations.  This smells like a late 80's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning cartoon to me!  Throw in some Snorkels and Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kapowski&lt;/span&gt; from Saved By The Bell and you've just created the perfect show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8043596305987924643?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8043596305987924643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8043596305987924643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8043596305987924643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8043596305987924643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/teenagers-and-problems-with-promptness.html' title='Teenagers and Problems With Promptness!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLQ2Y0KtwiI/AAAAAAAAALM/SkHXfdYYDxE/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-6323691505565884643</id><published>2008-08-25T08:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:41:39.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Portrait of Doc Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLKmMKSnY8I/AAAAAAAAALE/vgx8qBzw9Sw/s1600-h/007+002%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLKmMKSnY8I/AAAAAAAAALE/vgx8qBzw9Sw/s400/007+002%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238432044436382658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning!  Wow, Doc is watching a tape of himself in the future!  Isn't watching your future-self on video against the time space continuum by-laws?  Doc is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awfully&lt;/span&gt; curious about the future, for a guy who claims not to be!  If I ever get a hold of a video of future-me I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I would want to watch it.  It would just be too weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know TVs in the 1950's came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; with the proper hook ups for 1980's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JVC&lt;/span&gt; camcorders.  That doesn't seem right.  Maybe Doc just invented an input jack for his TV.  What a great inventor.  Now he needs to invent a mirror to keep track of that hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-6323691505565884643?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6323691505565884643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=6323691505565884643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6323691505565884643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6323691505565884643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/portrait-of-doc-brown.html' title='A Portrait of Doc Brown'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SLKmMKSnY8I/AAAAAAAAALE/vgx8qBzw9Sw/s72-c/007+002%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8458084906166589038</id><published>2008-08-22T08:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:33:56.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Keys to the Truck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SK6ujSIvqXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b74FTSNlna4/s1600-h/007+002%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SK6ujSIvqXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b74FTSNlna4/s400/007+002%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237315337865636210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome back!  In this scene Biff seems kinda decent.  This is totally not like him.  Or anybody else in his family for that matter.   So Biff is a jerk in 1955.  He is a jerk in 1985 version one.  A jerk in 2015.  How come he is kinda nice now?  This is out of character for him.  This scene fits in nicely as an end to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BTTF&lt;/span&gt; I, but seems out of place in the trilogy as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did Biff get that awesome track suit?  Does he compete in some sort of over 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decathlon&lt;/span&gt; after he waxes cars?  I bet he'd be good at shot put, but suck at pole vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty looks more and more like a mole-man every time I draw him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8458084906166589038?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8458084906166589038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8458084906166589038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8458084906166589038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8458084906166589038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/keys-to-truck.html' title='The Keys to the Truck.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SK6ujSIvqXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/b74FTSNlna4/s72-c/007+002%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5884322771266088395</id><published>2008-08-21T08:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:28:50.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Irish Bugs Walk Into a Diner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SK1bXwuqFrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aAhuO9mTam4/s1600-h/007+001%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SK1bXwuqFrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aAhuO9mTam4/s400/007+001%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236942405477471922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning everyone.  Look at this.  Marty and George have the same mannerisms.  How cute!  They could be sitting down, head scratching twins!  They're so deep into their head scratching that Marty doesn't even notice that he is sitting next to his own teen aged father! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my father and I have any of the same mannerisms.   However, when we were on safari together last summer, the guide did tell us that we had the same form when we shot rhinos!  And when we hi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fived&lt;/span&gt; afterwards we looked like a mirror image.  So maybe we have some of the same mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if coffee tasted differently in the 1950's?  Is it comparable to today?   Did the recipe  some how change over time?  What about Dr. Pepper?  More pepper? Less pepper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5884322771266088395?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5884322771266088395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5884322771266088395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5884322771266088395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5884322771266088395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-irish-bugs-walk-into-diner.html' title='Two Irish Bugs Walk Into a Diner.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SK1bXwuqFrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aAhuO9mTam4/s72-c/007+001%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8477033836988396513</id><published>2008-08-20T08:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:11:47.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKwUHdeq--I/AAAAAAAAAKs/S5Z8ivmAdV0/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKwUHdeq--I/AAAAAAAAAKs/S5Z8ivmAdV0/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236582585129958370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biff's goons are jerks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8477033836988396513?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8477033836988396513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8477033836988396513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8477033836988396513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8477033836988396513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/helping-hand.html' title='Helping Hand'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKwUHdeq--I/AAAAAAAAAKs/S5Z8ivmAdV0/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7074768251277638025</id><published>2008-08-19T10:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:41:39.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKrX1a9zCBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/z3qLh1fIK8Q/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKrX1a9zCBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/z3qLh1fIK8Q/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236234829543180306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a very nice scene.  George and Loraine are finally dancing, getting ready to kiss, preserving Marty's fate.  How nice.  But, are you sure George?  You sure you don't want to play the field a little longer?  You are really going to marry the first girl you dance with?  I can remember the first girl I danced with and I am really glad I didn't end up marrying her!  She had an extremely large forehead.  It was unnatural.  It wasn't quite as large as a billboard, but I am pretty sure you could have hid a time travelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Delorean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind it!  She looked like Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jr. in that episode of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when he was inflicted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gigantism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually think she was the first girl I ever danced with, but she definitely wins the award for "most likely to join the circus".  I hope she isn't a reader of this blog!  That would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;.  And for all readers of this blog who I have danced with, you were great.  If I haven't danced with you yet, I owe you one.  Just come find me at the next formal we are at together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7074768251277638025?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7074768251277638025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7074768251277638025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7074768251277638025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7074768251277638025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-dance.html' title='Let&apos;s Dance.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKrX1a9zCBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/z3qLh1fIK8Q/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8699414437823960229</id><published>2008-08-18T15:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:35:47.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car is Behind Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKnMqQP2flI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MMbJIQ_wQT8/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKnMqQP2flI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MMbJIQ_wQT8/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235941068082937426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here we are.  The time machine has stopped running as soon as Marty arrives in 1955.  I think it's just a little tuckered out.  It probably needs a nap after a long trip.  Marty, still coming to grips with the fact that he is stuck in the past decides to hide the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Delorean&lt;/span&gt; behind a billboard.  I guess that's a good hiding place.  Nobody will see it there.  Unless they're coming in the opposite direction!  Time for plan B.  You better cover it up with some shrubs Marty!  Good job.  I can think of at least three better hiding places.  But I am not going to tell you what they are.  I don't want you finding my secret stash of E L Fudge cookies.  Boy, those little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;elves&lt;/span&gt; can make a mean snack food product!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8699414437823960229?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8699414437823960229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8699414437823960229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8699414437823960229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8699414437823960229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/car-is-behind-here.html' title='The Car is Behind Here.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKnMqQP2flI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MMbJIQ_wQT8/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1844380561147348322</id><published>2008-08-14T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:15:57.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Tragedy to Triumph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKSsBq4zJyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/twWqGH4OiYY/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKSsBq4zJyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/twWqGH4OiYY/s400/007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234497811603728162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's Tomorrow!  Here is another scene that doesn't actually happen in the movie.  But I felt so bad for Marty and Jennifer that I drew them at the lake.  They deserve some quality time together.  That's the moon in the top left not a bowling ball!  Could you imagine bowling with the moon as a ball?  Just think about how big the pins would have to be?  Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1844380561147348322?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1844380561147348322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1844380561147348322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1844380561147348322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1844380561147348322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-tragedy-to-triumph.html' title='From Tragedy to Triumph'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKSsBq4zJyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/twWqGH4OiYY/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5374251303959335056</id><published>2008-08-14T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:14:30.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Lake Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKRHA0WC3iI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4mI-btTsfzY/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKRHA0WC3iI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4mI-btTsfzY/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234386746288037410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning!  This picture depicts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marty&lt;/span&gt; and his girlfriend Jennifer just hanging out in the town square talking about their plans for the weekend.  They are going to the lake together.  Sounds like fun!  Unwholesome, but fun.  Jennifer is worried about what Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt; might think.  I wouldn't worry about that Jennifer.  Just enjoy yourself.  There will always be haters in your life.  Just ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BTTF&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty light hearted-fun movie.  I think the big tragedy of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BTTF&lt;/span&gt; saga is that Jennifer and Marty never make it to the lake.  First Biff wrecks the family car, so, no lake.  Then at the end of the movie they are getting ready to go until Doc swoops in and tells them that their kids turn into A-holes, so again, no lake.  It really is a shame.  Tragic.  Marty deserves a lake trip with a pretty girl more than anybody else in history.  Except for maybe Norman Schwarzkopf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second tragedy of the film is that Jennifer's arms have no bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that Marty is sitting on top of bench in this scene.  I think the Director shot the scene in this way because Michael J Fox is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Incidentally&lt;/span&gt; I am taking a girl named Jennifer to a lake(The Atlantic Ocean) this evening in a new car.  How coincidental is that!  It's not really since I chose to do this drawing today.  How Coordinated is that!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; more like it.  I hope nothing comes up and prevents me from going to the lake!  So, since I'll be gone tomorrow, I am going to make tomorrows post this evening.  Just ignore it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.  Or look at it tonight.  I don't care what you do.  Just don't present me with any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to time travel between now and seven pm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5374251303959335056?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5374251303959335056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5374251303959335056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5374251303959335056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5374251303959335056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-lake-tragedy.html' title='The Great Lake Tragedy'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKRHA0WC3iI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4mI-btTsfzY/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-61032927038291844</id><published>2008-08-13T11:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:19:10.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup!  Ketchup!  Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKL5VdLQjaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1Ku5-_ukqQ/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234019863962357154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKL5VdLQjaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1Ku5-_ukqQ/s400/007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene isn't in the movie.  I made it up.  I do that sometimes.  It keeps things fun for me.  And hopefully for you too.  Anyhow, imagine this if you can, The Libyans shoot Doc, Marty jumps out and yells "No.  You bastards!"  Now when they start chasing him and shooting at him wouldn't it be great if Marty just grabbed onto the back of the Libyans van!  They'd just drive in tight little circles trying to catch him!  It would be like a dog chasing his own tail.  Or the Key Stone Cops.  The guy shooting would just have a confused look on his face.  The guy driving would be all angry hitting the wheel over and over.  Meanwhile Marty would be looking all Parker Lewis.  In the background they'd be playing the music from the Hot Dog Race at the baseball game.  This scene would be amazing...  One can dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-61032927038291844?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/61032927038291844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=61032927038291844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/61032927038291844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/61032927038291844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/ketchup-ketchup-catch-up.html' title='Ketchup!  Ketchup!  Catch Up!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKL5VdLQjaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1Ku5-_ukqQ/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7656749729670943143</id><published>2008-08-12T09:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:56:53.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Arnold is a Big Bully.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKGRAiOrUSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iE4LMuHJhBg/s1600-h/007+002%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKGRAiOrUSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iE4LMuHJhBg/s400/007+002%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233623680355619106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Biff crashed George's car!  What a jerk.  He got liquored up and got in a wreck.  If only George would have stood up to Biff in High school, things might be different now.  Biff might be washing George's car instead of destroying it.  If only George had a second chance.  If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite line in the whole movie might be in this scene.  Biff says, "I wanna know who is gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car crashed into me.  Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?"  That really sums up Biff.  What a jerk.  I bet he gets prank phone calls from people that he has pissed off that sound something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biff?  You're a turd... a stinky fat turd, go sniff a jock strap, you poop head.  You love patting boys butts, butt, butt patter!  You're a perv and a loser and a stinky turd." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haverchuck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7656749729670943143?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7656749729670943143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7656749729670943143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7656749729670943143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7656749729670943143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/tom-arnold-is-big-bully.html' title='Tom Arnold is a Big Bully.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKGRAiOrUSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iE4LMuHJhBg/s72-c/007+002%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-2776255877763545496</id><published>2008-08-11T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:56:20.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial 0 for 00ps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKBOeJfIjjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iq1PYRmJp7Q/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKBOeJfIjjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iq1PYRmJp7Q/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269046854061618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it acceptable to rip a page out of a public phone book?  I've always been under the impression that it is, and I think this scene is the reason I thought this.  I think I saw this movie as a child, and subconsciously told myself 'Destroying a public phone book is okay.'  I've actually done this two or three times in my life.  Once in middle school when I saw a name that I thought was funny and wanted to show my friends.  I don't remember the name now, it probably was something like Kevin Pooply or Brian Fartstorm or something.  I wish I still had that page out of the phone book!  The other time I remember destroying a phone book I was on a family vacation in London and I ripped out a page from the front of the book that had the subway map on it.  I thought it would be cool to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I think about it, I don't think tearing out pages from a phone book is socially acceptable.  What if somebody really needs Brian Fartstorm's number and that page is missing from the book?  What if that casuses them to miss an important bussiness lunch with Mr. Fartstorm?  Besides it's also destruction of property!  I feel so ashamed.  I am going to overpay my phone bill by like ten cents this month.  Would that be proper reparations Bell Atlantic?  Are we squared away now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what else I internalized as a child that is way off what is acceptable?  I wonder if people can actually hear me when I say 'Time-Out' and start talking to an imaginary camera.  Zach Morris, you've made a fool out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-2776255877763545496?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2776255877763545496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=2776255877763545496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2776255877763545496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2776255877763545496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/dial-0-for-00ps.html' title='Dial 0 for 00ps!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SKBOeJfIjjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iq1PYRmJp7Q/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8104952913447699466</id><published>2008-08-08T09:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:44:58.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance the Night Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJxJvMIzcoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QMjRKInQFcY/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJxJvMIzcoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QMjRKInQFcY/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232137942158504578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good Morning!  Doc seems really excited about this dance that is coming up this weekend.  It's a shame that he is going to be busy that night.  It really sounds like something he'd like to attend.  Besides he is to old to pass for high school age, and I doubt any girl is going to invite him.  I am sorry Doc.  I know it sucks not being asked to go to big dances, but you have important time machine things to do!  You have a boys future to save!  The whole time space continuum thing depends on you!  Stay strong, stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc looks like he is 90 years old in this drawing.  He kinda looks like my landlord.  That's an artists mistake.  Imagine Doc at least 15 years younger.  I am going to fire my illustrator.  Look out for an add in the penny saver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8104952913447699466?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8104952913447699466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8104952913447699466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8104952913447699466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8104952913447699466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance-night-away.html' title='Dance the Night Away'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJxJvMIzcoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QMjRKInQFcY/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-773588020289780144</id><published>2008-08-07T10:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:15:48.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deconstructing Marty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJsNP_WQqGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cGIV3XuPE60/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJsNP_WQqGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cGIV3XuPE60/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231789960474962018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, this scene takes place in a car.  I know.  It's just that every time I draw people sitting in a car it looks like two blobs sitting inside of a blob.  So, just pretend they are in a car.  Or not, I don't really care what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I draw a picture and know exactly what I am going to say about it.  Other times I draw a picture and have know idea what I am going to say.  This is one of those times.  I had to really look at the picture in depth to figure out what I was going to say.  And then it hit me, I just drew Marty as Woody Allen.  Put some glasses on Marty and it's a dead ringer.  So that got me thinking, how awesome would it be if Woody Allen played Marty?  I think that would up the BTTF amazing factor by X25.  So with out further delay, Woody Allen as Marty McFly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeez, my mother wants to have sexual relations with me, talk about a reverse Oedipus complex.  Oh, and what's this, you smoke too?  Jeez, do you know how bad that is for you?   Let alone what it does to an unborn baby in utero?  If you keep this up I am going to come out of the womb near sighted with all sorts of psychological disorders.  Jeez, I am never going to grow to be taller than five feet tall.  I am only going to be attractive to fifteen year Vietnamese girls with daddy issues.  Oh boy, I need to talk to my analyst.  Why is my hand disappearing? Oh, man, now I am hallucinating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-773588020289780144?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/773588020289780144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=773588020289780144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/773588020289780144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/773588020289780144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/deconstructing-marty.html' title='Deconstructing Marty'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJsNP_WQqGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cGIV3XuPE60/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-355146258051155832</id><published>2008-08-06T10:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:30:26.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Cars and Monster Attacks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJmxANcc8SI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BzBGydQYkIE/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJmxANcc8SI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BzBGydQYkIE/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231407059334656290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!  Is Marty trying to get back to the future, or is he trying to win a Pinewood Derby!  You can get your merit badge later.  Seriously.  This is not the time to be playing with toy cars.  You have a future to save!  Besides in about ten seconds you can get your fire safety merit badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc is a pretty good model city builder, huh.  He could get a job as a set designer on Godzilla.  Marty should tell Doc about Godzilla before he leaves for he future.  Maybe slip it in that note if he needs to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Dear Doc, the night I go back in time you get shot by terrorists.  P.S. Godzilla will be awesome! A real cultural phenomenon!  Look into to getting a job building miniature cities for that crazy monster to destroy.  Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                       The M-Dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-355146258051155832?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/355146258051155832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=355146258051155832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/355146258051155832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/355146258051155832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-morning-is-marty-trying-to-get.html' title='Toy Cars and Monster Attacks.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJmxANcc8SI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BzBGydQYkIE/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-4575572793453961583</id><published>2008-08-05T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:17:46.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Talking Directly to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJhr7KH26-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/przUj8frSZc/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJhr7KH26-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/przUj8frSZc/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231049631264599010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning.  Look at this.  Now that they've figured out a source of 1.21 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gigawats&lt;/span&gt; Doc is pretty confident that they can send Marty back to the future.  He is so confident that he turns away from Marty and points directly at the camera as he proclaims this.   Marty is in the background thinking 'Hey, Doc, I am over here.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh.  I think Doc just broke the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wall.   That's a theatre term.  Go read Our Town, you'll understand.  It's by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thorton&lt;/span&gt; Wilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Marty should give Doc a Hi-five right about now.  I think the moment calls for it.  I know they didn't have Hi-fives in the 1950's.  But they didn't have rock and roll or skateboards either, so it's cool Marty, go for it!  But don't get all crazy and try to pull a 'Slap-me-high, slap-me-low, to-slow' gambit.  Doc's definitely not ready for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-4575572793453961583?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4575572793453961583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=4575572793453961583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4575572793453961583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4575572793453961583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-talking-directly-to-you.html' title='I am Talking Directly to You'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJhr7KH26-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/przUj8frSZc/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-4963565938468068194</id><published>2008-08-04T12:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:01:22.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Moon, Loraine, To The Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJcycjm61sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bCcd2jNDVvA/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJcycjm61sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bCcd2jNDVvA/s400/007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230704958390326978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of George eating peanut brittle and watching Jackie Gleason.  He seems to be enjoying himself.  That's nice.  It seems like the world has really beaten him down at this point.  I am glad he has peanut brittle and Jackie Gleason as an evening respite from the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they make peanut brittle?  Here is my guess.  Mix peanuts and peanut butter together.  Put in a pan.  Sprinkle sugar on top.  Bake at 300 for half an hour.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-4963565938468068194?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4963565938468068194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=4963565938468068194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4963565938468068194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4963565938468068194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-moon-loraine-to-moon.html' title='To The Moon, Loraine, To The Moon.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJcycjm61sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bCcd2jNDVvA/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-6458320999778005819</id><published>2008-07-31T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:27:29.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Be a Pinhead No More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJG4c3fddcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/30C7xiaT3Tc/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJG4c3fddcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/30C7xiaT3Tc/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229163448425608642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back!  Marty's band the Pinheads are getting ready to rock out for some talent show judges.  This is a big moment in Marty's rock career.  So why did he roll up to the gym right before they were supposed to perform, pick up his guitar, barely say 'hi' to his band mates, and then introduce the band?  Have you ever heard of being prepared Marty?  You think I just role up to the computer and start writing blogs without being prepared?  Actually, that's exactly what I do.  But if I knew there were going to be 4 people in folding chairs watching me and judging me, including Huey Lewis, I might try a little harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to draw the drummer!  Oops!  Lets just pretend they have a drum machine back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is getting exceedingly difficult.  I am running out of things to draw.  But I don't think I am quite ready to move on to BTTF 2.  Is there anything that I missed that you really want to see?  And don't say 'George and Biff making out'  because I wont do that you pervs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-6458320999778005819?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6458320999778005819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=6458320999778005819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6458320999778005819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6458320999778005819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-wanna-be-pinhead-no-more.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Be a Pinhead No More.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJG4c3fddcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/30C7xiaT3Tc/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-3774019927136911796</id><published>2008-07-30T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:18:47.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clock Tower on a Bender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJBn-Kn_pAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DTP8CKzIcT4/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJBn-Kn_pAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DTP8CKzIcT4/s400/007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228793485078799362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning.  Here is a lady collecting for Charity.  She wants you to donate money to help preserve the clock tower.  Forget that!  I am not giving money to a clock tower!  The last time I did that the clock tower just spent the money on booze.   I might consider donating money if I could be assured that it would go towards programs that could really help a struggling clock tower get back on its feet.  You know, a program to teach them job skills or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kidding.  Charity is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-3774019927136911796?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3774019927136911796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=3774019927136911796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3774019927136911796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3774019927136911796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/clock-tower-on-bender.html' title='A Clock Tower on a Bender'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SJBn-Kn_pAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DTP8CKzIcT4/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1341967910763436580</id><published>2008-07-29T08:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:45:03.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Licence and Registration Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SI8JChgrcKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kha7pFjmgQs/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SI8JChgrcKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kha7pFjmgQs/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228407631360258210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be two columns of fire with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt; plate spinning in the middle.  Did you pick up on that?  You know whats hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accurately&lt;/span&gt; draw when you have no artistic ability?  Two columns of fire with a spinning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt; plate.  This scene happened when they first did a test run of the time machine.  You know, the one where they use Einstein as the space monkey.  I still have issues with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Einstein doesn't get pulled over for by the inter-time-space-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;continuum&lt;/span&gt; police for having a missing plate!  How would he explain that one!  He's a dog.  He can't explain anything!  "Woof Woof, my wife is at the vets having pups!"  I wonder what the fine for driving without plates in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abstract&lt;/span&gt; plane is?  What currency do they accept?  Do you get points on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt;?  Remember the movie Time Cops?  That was a Jean Claude Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Damme&lt;/span&gt; picture.  It has nothing to do with this sort of thing.  Neither does Blood Sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc really had a lot of for sight to get vanity plates that say '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OUTATIME&lt;/span&gt;'.  He clearly had this time machine idea planned out for quite a while!  Have you ever been to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1341967910763436580?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1341967910763436580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1341967910763436580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1341967910763436580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1341967910763436580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/licence-and-registration-please.html' title='Licence and Registration Please.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SI8JChgrcKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kha7pFjmgQs/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8818305709501847392</id><published>2008-07-28T08:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:38:15.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much is That Lady in the Window?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SI24YEwaNLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tZqW4jeIJnE/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SI24YEwaNLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tZqW4jeIJnE/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228037466180170930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back (to the future).  Marty is quite the ladies man huh?  He's got his girlfriend Jennifer, his teenage mother wants to jump his bones, and look at this!  As he hitches a ride on his skateboard on the back of a jeep, he has the stones to wave at a bunch of girls doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jazzercise&lt;/span&gt;.  And they are waving back!  Wow.  What a smooth operator.  There is no way I could have pulled this of when I was in high school.  I couldn't even pull this off now!  It would probably result in some sort of law suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you made this movie now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jazzercise&lt;/span&gt; would be replaced by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt; martial arts or something.  How do people exercise now a days?  I live in a bubble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8818305709501847392?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8818305709501847392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8818305709501847392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8818305709501847392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8818305709501847392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-much-is-that-lady-in-window.html' title='How Much is That Lady in the Window?'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SI24YEwaNLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tZqW4jeIJnE/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8492580133824239712</id><published>2008-07-25T08:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:33:16.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Course to Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SInE0ikxvFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k8y659P2wGY/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SInE0ikxvFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k8y659P2wGY/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226925249453472850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back!  What does Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baines&lt;/span&gt; mean 'Another' kid jumped in front of his car.  Another?  If kids keep jumping in front of your car, maybe its time to reevaluate your driving habits.  This street needs one of those 'slow- children at play' signs.  Did they have them in the 1950's?  If that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; work maybe one of those signs with a mama duck followed by a bunch of smaller ducks.  That would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; make me slow down.  I respect ducks.  That's what my tombstone is going to say.  "He respected ducks."  or "Friend of ducks everywhere."  Except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Flintheart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Glomgold&lt;/span&gt;.  He was a scheming bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8492580133824239712?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8492580133824239712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8492580133824239712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8492580133824239712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8492580133824239712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/crash-course-to-confusion.html' title='Crash Course to Confusion'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SInE0ikxvFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k8y659P2wGY/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-659810865194601254</id><published>2008-07-24T08:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:51:06.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Doc?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIh2n5xoXbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P9uFgqse-Hc/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIh2n5xoXbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P9uFgqse-Hc/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226557795459423666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!  So as soon as Marty gets home from a hard week of time traveling he  witnesses his friend get shot down .  Welcome home Marty!  By the way your pet turtle Lars is dead.  Talk about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; welcome home present.  But what's this?  Doc isn't dead after all.  That's good, I guess.  By why did he play possum until after Marty came over and started to cry?  Couldn't he have just jumped up and said "I am alright, I am alright"  That would have been much cooler than taking Marty on the emotional roller coaster.  Can anyone say selfish?  That's like when those people have fake funerals for themselves.  Creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come all the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the movie Doc talks about "messing with the time space &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;continuum&lt;/span&gt;"  and "not affecting events in the future".  But then at the end of the movie after he reveals Marty's letter, he says "well, I figured, what the hell."  That's a serious plot flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  See you in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-659810865194601254?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/659810865194601254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=659810865194601254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/659810865194601254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/659810865194601254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/dead-doc.html' title='Dead Doc?????'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIh2n5xoXbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P9uFgqse-Hc/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-4566749614185134757</id><published>2008-07-23T08:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:43:25.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Leader of the Tormentors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIcjIFCPMeI/AAAAAAAAAII/2NLNf3WAssM/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIcjIFCPMeI/AAAAAAAAAII/2NLNf3WAssM/s400/007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226184514284237282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.  Poor George.  And poor Marty.  Poor McFly family.  That Biff is such a bully.  Physical abuse.  Verbal abuse.  Psychological abuse.  He's a bad apple.  If I was George I'd do Biff's homework in a shoddy manner.  I'd misspell words on purpose!  "Here is my aglembra homework teacher." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any one know where I can find a soda shop?  Do they still make those?  I am in the mood for a coke-float!  But don't direct me to one if there is a chance that I'll run into a bully!  Or my teenage future son!  I am not ready for that yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder what your teenage future son might be like?  I do.  I bet he has some sort of robotic laser cannon arm!    I'll call him Kill-Bot 3000!  Or Ryan.  I can't wait to meet you robo-son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-4566749614185134757?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4566749614185134757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=4566749614185134757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4566749614185134757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4566749614185134757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/ring-leader-of-tormentors.html' title='Ring Leader of the Tormentors'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIcjIFCPMeI/AAAAAAAAAII/2NLNf3WAssM/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-4809047469025108884</id><published>2008-07-22T08:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:40:04.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The farmer from hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIXRmoq6yYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0qkvdbYe1_Y/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIXRmoq6yYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0qkvdbYe1_Y/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225813404315994498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Out!  A hill billy farmer is shooting a shotgun at Marty!  He is also calling him a mutated son of a ------.   Marty is not a mutated space alien!  He is a human time traveler.  Talk about a hostile reception.  I thought the 1950's were a simpler time.  I guess this guy didn't get the memo.  Maybe he is from the jerky future also.  I thought farmers only got cross with you when you took advantage of their daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would like being a farmer.  It seems like hard work.  But then again, so is being a Back To The Future blog guy.  I think I would like to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Macgyver&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-4809047469025108884?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4809047469025108884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=4809047469025108884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4809047469025108884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4809047469025108884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/farmer-from-hell.html' title='The farmer from hell'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIXRmoq6yYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0qkvdbYe1_Y/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-724802100241936632</id><published>2008-07-21T08:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:18:54.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disappearing Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIR8Vt4MSPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/REp05a5dhk0/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIR8Vt4MSPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/REp05a5dhk0/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225438180190996722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!  Man that Marty can sure play a mean guitar!  But why is he having such a hard time with 'Earth Angel'?  It seems to be a pretty straight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; song.  And he's just playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; guitar, they're not asking him to play any wicked leads or anything.  We already saw him tear it up with the pinheads earlier in the movie.  So why is he having such a hard time now?  This is confusing.  OH SNAP!  His right hand is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappearing&lt;/span&gt;!  No wonder he can't play the song right.  George better kiss Loraine before Marty's whole body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disintegrates&lt;/span&gt;, leaving a suit and guitar laying on the floor next to a bunch of confused &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Star lighters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like how I drew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappearing&lt;/span&gt; hand?  All outlined and bubbly?  Pretty good, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-724802100241936632?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/724802100241936632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=724802100241936632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/724802100241936632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/724802100241936632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/disappearing-hand.html' title='The Disappearing Hand'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SIR8Vt4MSPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/REp05a5dhk0/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-824397134775362520</id><published>2008-07-18T08:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:58:40.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor of Self Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SICMpk5gFKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/a-Xp10cXsSM/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SICMpk5gFKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/a-Xp10cXsSM/s400/007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224330213657154722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!  Marty has some sort of suction cup-brain reading device attached to his head!  It seems like all of Doc's inventions are selfish in nature.  Let ME read your mind.  I want to time travel.  This guy never thinks about society as a whole!  Its all Doc, all the time!  How selfish.  Even the dog food dispenser was designed to make Doc's life easier.  I wonder what else he has invented?  Maybe a girls locker room invisibility potion.  Or a soft-serve ice cream dispensing statue of Lincoln! Or maybe some sort of sexy robot!  This guy is a real selfish perv!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-824397134775362520?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/824397134775362520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=824397134775362520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/824397134775362520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/824397134775362520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/doctor-of-self-love.html' title='The Doctor of Self Love'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SICMpk5gFKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/a-Xp10cXsSM/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5142086085958555066</id><published>2008-07-17T08:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:32:34.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Once Got Busy in a Burger King Bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SH84jn8x7HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xLdLadVfrZI/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SH84jn8x7HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xLdLadVfrZI/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223956277443554418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be the worst drawing ever!  Sorry.  Does anybody else think it's weird that Marty stops by Doc's house before school anyway?  When I was a kid the mornings were always hectic.  There was not time to visit eccentric inventors.  Unless you count the time I set aside to watch inspector gadget!  But I guess that's why Marty has gotten 4 tardies in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, why is there a Burger King right outside of Doc's house?  I mean literally right outside!  Marty opens the door and he is in the Burger King parking lot.   How does that happen?  Does Doc ever get that weird feeling that the 'King' is peeking into his windows as he does his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experiments&lt;/span&gt;?  Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anybody else try to hang onto the back of a car on a skateboard after they saw this movie as a kid?  I tried to, but I could never catch the back of the car!  They go pretty fast!  I guess I should have hung out in a Burger King parking lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5142086085958555066?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5142086085958555066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5142086085958555066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5142086085958555066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5142086085958555066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-once-got-busy-in-burger-king-bathroom.html' title='I Once Got Busy in a Burger King Bathroom'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SH84jn8x7HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xLdLadVfrZI/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5251429138574492574</id><published>2008-07-16T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:25:48.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate Joy buzzer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SH3mkKz25dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2Y7X4B8Zxi0/s1600-h/007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SH3mkKz25dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2Y7X4B8Zxi0/s400/007+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223584651871184338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yowzer!  Talk about dramatic!  At the last moment Doc got the power chords connected.  Right as the lightning was striking.  I guess for the quote in the drawing I should of said "Thunder" and not "Lightning".  You don't hear lightning.  But I bet Doc felt it!  Am I right?  Maybe this is why his hair is constantly standing straight up in 1985.  1.21 jigowats is one spicy meatball.  I am surprised Doc isn't dead!  Or at least impotent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5251429138574492574?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5251429138574492574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5251429138574492574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5251429138574492574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5251429138574492574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/ultimate-joy-buzzer.html' title='The ultimate Joy buzzer!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SH3mkKz25dI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2Y7X4B8Zxi0/s72-c/007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8935017886792462603</id><published>2008-07-15T08:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:21:12.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHyST8wXLdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7bR8MH7KAuU/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHyST8wXLdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7bR8MH7KAuU/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223210539267075538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good morning!  Looks like Marty had a rough night!  Look how he is laying.  That doesn't look comfortable.  I don't know about you but when I am extremely tired, I like to sleep in a relaxing position.  Maybe time travel makes your body all losey-goosey!  Maybe Marty has some sort of jello-body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sets their alarm clock for 10:28 am?  That's just weird.  Why not 10:30?  And how ironic that when the alarm goes off a song about time travel is playing!  That would freak me out!  That's too close to home.   That we be like if you woke up and a song about waking up was on the radio!  Weird!  Maybe that Folgers in your cup song.  Or 'wake me up before you go-go'.  Isn't it weird that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wake&lt;/span&gt; is something you have when someone dies, but it also means to get up in the morning?  Alright, I am way off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Marty also suffers from some sort of tiny foot syndrome!  See you in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8935017886792462603?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8935017886792462603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8935017886792462603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8935017886792462603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8935017886792462603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-travel-hangover.html' title='Time Travel Hangover'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHyST8wXLdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7bR8MH7KAuU/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-427260536005711138</id><published>2008-07-14T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:23:06.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHtCfDpMY6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9281VsLo8XE/s1600-h/007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHtCfDpMY6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9281VsLo8XE/s400/007+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222841294187684770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out!  Those Libyans are about to shoot Doc!  This is bad.  But why does Marty yell and then jump out in front of them afterwards?  That doesn't make sense.  It seems like he has a death wish or something.  That Marty sure has anger issues!  I think they hint on that later in the trilogy.  In fact at one point he gets so angry that he grows long shaggy hair all over his body and then plays basketball like Charles Barkley or something!  Oops.  That's teen wolf.  I get all of those MJF movies confused.  MJF means Micheal J Fox.  MJF is what the kids call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what?  It's contest time!  The first person to tell me which famous spanish painting inspired todays drawing will win some sort of prize!  Who likes prizes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-427260536005711138?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/427260536005711138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=427260536005711138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/427260536005711138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/427260536005711138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/anger-management.html' title='Anger Management'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHtCfDpMY6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9281VsLo8XE/s72-c/007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-874751899469320531</id><published>2008-07-11T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:36:15.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>floating away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHdRkT_j7bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HZoujVt73ro/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHdRkT_j7bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HZoujVt73ro/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221731977243389362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene doesn't really happen in the movie.  But Doc does make this comment and it made me wonder.  What if there were some sort of problem with gravity in the future!  That would be nuts!  First of all your coffee table would float away, and then your lamp would float to the ceiling.  And don't even try to give your dog a bone, because it will fly away too.  Wow!  This is heavy.  But actually it is light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to become an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;astronaut&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-874751899469320531?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/874751899469320531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=874751899469320531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/874751899469320531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/874751899469320531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/floating-away.html' title='floating away'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHdRkT_j7bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HZoujVt73ro/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1647091527896543025</id><published>2008-07-10T08:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:35:42.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many chromosomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHX_4UPm1uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WZre2sES5H8/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHX_4UPm1uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WZre2sES5H8/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221360685977884386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh!  Loraine is lunging at Marty in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt; manner.  That's her own son!  Disgusting.  How come every time I draw Loraine she ends up looking like some bug eyed monster?  Does that mean I hate woman?  I don't think I do.  I think it means I can't draw very well!  I'll try to do better for you Loraine.  Now stop trying to make-out with your own off spring!  That could lead to deformities like I just drew!  See you in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1647091527896543025?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1647091527896543025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1647091527896543025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1647091527896543025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1647091527896543025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-many-chromosomes.html' title='Too many chromosomes'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHX_4UPm1uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WZre2sES5H8/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1311857443281760921</id><published>2008-07-09T08:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:30:03.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopping Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHSqNzEwCqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KagxztgC_Ew/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHSqNzEwCqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KagxztgC_Ew/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220985022054402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So a couple of things.  Marty really likes to skateboard huh?  Why aren't his parents all that concerned that he has befriended a single, older, mad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scientist&lt;/span&gt; man, that he sneaks off in the middle of the night to see?  That raises a big red flag if I am a parent!  Only bad things can happen at malls at 1:15 AM!  How long will it be before "Marty, I need help with one of my experiments" turns into "Marty I need help taking a bath"  Creepy!  But I guess the mid 1980's were a simpler time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when malls had arcades!  I liked to play Spy Hunter at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SpacePort&lt;/span&gt;!  Remember the candy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Neco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wafers&lt;/span&gt;?  You could suck them down until they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quarter&lt;/span&gt; sized and then stick them in the games!  Free Rampage anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1311857443281760921?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1311857443281760921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1311857443281760921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1311857443281760921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1311857443281760921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/chopping-mall.html' title='Chopping Mall'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHSqNzEwCqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KagxztgC_Ew/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-3126416820753336846</id><published>2008-07-08T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:30:27.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHNaIY4jFkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zvy17PJmYT8/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHNaIY4jFkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zvy17PJmYT8/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220615493217621570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to order your beverages aggressively George!  You tell that man what you want and tell him you want it now.  Way to be assertive!  Now go tell that girl you are taking her to the enchantment under the sea dance.  Don't ask her, tell her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is chocolate milk some sort of George energy elixir?  Like spinach for Popeye?  Or bananas for banana-man?  Or anger for the Hulk?  Or poison spiders for spider man? Or ladies for Wilmer Valderamma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew lines next to the chocolate milk to indicate movement.  Did you catch that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the customers are this rude, maybe the soda jerk has a right to be a jerk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-3126416820753336846?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3126416820753336846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=3126416820753336846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3126416820753336846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3126416820753336846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/liquid-motivation.html' title='Liquid Motivation'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHNaIY4jFkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zvy17PJmYT8/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-4345665683522781298</id><published>2008-07-07T08:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:15:49.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldie likes to party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHIGtkVOfHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NJbWlFRFekw/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHIGtkVOfHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NJbWlFRFekw/s400/007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220242297992412274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-elect "Goldie Wilson"?  Lets exam the issues.  It seems like Hill Valley has a problem with homeless people sleeping on city benches.  The down town area is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilapidated&lt;/span&gt; and in need of revitalization.  The schools seem to be at least fifty years old and completely run down.   Teenagers are running wild hanging on the back of cars while ridding skateboards.   The clock tower has been broken for decades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry "Goldie", I can't give you my endorsement.  You've had a nice run but I am voting for the other guy.  Besides, that whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Samoan&lt;/span&gt; hooker debacle doesn't help your credibility either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-4345665683522781298?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4345665683522781298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=4345665683522781298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4345665683522781298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4345665683522781298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/goldie-likes-to-party.html' title='Goldie likes to party'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SHIGtkVOfHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NJbWlFRFekw/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-3264263301988638101</id><published>2008-07-04T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:46:13.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skate or Die!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SG4y5fQTPoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QgTNYys-qLk/s1600-h/007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SG4y5fQTPoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QgTNYys-qLk/s400/007+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219164981392785026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July!  Get out of here, and don't make us kick your butt again England! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Marty ollie that bush!  He's got Biff and his goons chasing him in a car! I think he's got the ghost/bees that come out when you run out of time from the Nintendo game 720 on his tail too!  Remember that game?  No, your thinking of Skate or Die.  I am talking about 720.  I liked that game.  I really, really liked A Boy and his Blob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Marty is pretty good on a skateboard.  He was extreme before extreme was eXtreme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-3264263301988638101?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3264263301988638101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=3264263301988638101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3264263301988638101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3264263301988638101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/skate-or-die.html' title='Skate or Die!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SG4y5fQTPoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QgTNYys-qLk/s72-c/007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-2033410828829114325</id><published>2008-07-03T08:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:40:34.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGzFVY3Hn_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YSMOm52rcys/s1600-h/007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGzFVY3Hn_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YSMOm52rcys/s400/007+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218763039457124338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay.  I kinda lied yesterday.  This is the actual first scene in the movie.  It's the first thing you see when you turn on the DVD.  It's the earth!  And has some cloudy rings around it.  And the word universal in the middle.  This got me thinking.  How universal is Back To The Future?  It seems like one of the least universal movies in the world.  I don't think time travel is something that everyone can relate to.  I don't think there are people in Cambodia thinking 'Boy, I hope my arm doesn't disappear because I am parking with my teenage mother!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this movie should have been made by a production company called "Specific"  or "UnUniversal" or "Miramax"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-2033410828829114325?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2033410828829114325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=2033410828829114325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2033410828829114325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2033410828829114325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-first-day.html' title='On the first day'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGzFVY3Hn_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YSMOm52rcys/s72-c/007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7016495010711986408</id><published>2008-07-02T08:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:24:59.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the begining...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGtwWJmCK2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/N6O-JaqmtcE/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGtwWJmCK2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/N6O-JaqmtcE/s400/007+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218388119073729378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of the Morning!  This is the absolute first scene in the movie.  It's a bunch of clocks!  Boy they were really trying to set the tone with the whole time thematic thing.  They're practically hitting you over the head with clocks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a pretty boring way to start off such an awesome movie.  If I was in charge of BTTF I think I would have started the movie with some ninjas smoking crack on a trampoline or something!  That would be exciting!  Or maybe I'd start the movie off with George punching Biff in the face.  Then thru an elaborate string of flashbacks work my way towards the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite clock is the Felix the Cat one.  That thing is pretty rad!  Meow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7016495010711986408?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7016495010711986408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7016495010711986408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7016495010711986408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7016495010711986408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-begining.html' title='In the begining...'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGtwWJmCK2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/N6O-JaqmtcE/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-3460160994576039046</id><published>2008-07-01T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:59:24.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc Brown, Quaterback, Atlanta Falcons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGpR-ANoTDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IAF1fDeID2Y/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGpR-ANoTDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IAF1fDeID2Y/s400/007+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218073243913047090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Why is Doc sending his dog Einstien on the first test run of the time machine?  This seems risky!  What if the Delorean were to blow-up?  What if Einstein were to be sent into the distant future where dogs were killed for sport!  This guy is a good inventor, but a bad dog owner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't Einstein cute?  I like this dog.  woof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-3460160994576039046?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3460160994576039046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=3460160994576039046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3460160994576039046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3460160994576039046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/07/doc-brown-quaterback-atlanta-falcons.html' title='Doc Brown, Quaterback, Atlanta Falcons.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGpR-ANoTDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IAF1fDeID2Y/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-954758058028239858</id><published>2008-06-30T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:22:42.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Collar-Up Marty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGj4TqHBctI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sBb5k55yjBo/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGj4TqHBctI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sBb5k55yjBo/s400/007+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217693184913666770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Welcome back!  I am back at work today.  Boo!  But this blog is back also.  Yeah!  Any how look at what's going on here.  Mr Principal is telling Marty that he is a failure!  I know a little bit about education and motivating young people and all, and this is clearly not the way to do it.  This guy needs to go to the Mr. Belding school of principaling!  You need to be buddy-buddy with the kids these days.  They respond to that sort of stuff.  You catch more flies with fly candy than vinegar!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never noticed it before, but Marty reminds me of a certain guy I know who likes to play guitar and pop his collar.  I think this guy I know stole his style from Marty.  How can I prove this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-954758058028239858?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/954758058028239858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=954758058028239858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/954758058028239858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/954758058028239858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/collar-up-marty.html' title='Collar-Up Marty'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGj4TqHBctI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sBb5k55yjBo/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-6218473974575141511</id><published>2008-06-27T09:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:52:12.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night with Marvin Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGTs7OhYGkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aGJzV0JEeEU/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGTs7OhYGkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aGJzV0JEeEU/s400/007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216554770656401986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Marvin Berry and the Star Lighters.  They are rocking out!  I didn't draw the piano player because I didn't think I could.  I tried a couple of times and it didn't work out.  So just imagine him over there on the left.  These guys rule.  If I were to have my own chat show I think I would get these guys to be my house band!  I think I could riff with the saxophone player.  He seems like a cool guy.  It would probably go something like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Politics, did you hear about this today saxophone guy?  John McCain was heckled today at a rally.  (Pause for laughter) but he didn't hear it because he is old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saxophone guy:  "I don't know what that means, I am from the 1950's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Oh.  Yeah, I forgot.  Well, he's running for president, and, uh, well, he is pretty old, and, I guess that's funny, and...uh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that!  I need a different house band!  Sorry Starlighters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-6218473974575141511?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6218473974575141511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=6218473974575141511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6218473974575141511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6218473974575141511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/late-night-with-marvin-berry.html' title='Late Night with Marvin Berry'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGTs7OhYGkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aGJzV0JEeEU/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-9201233630007947798</id><published>2008-06-26T14:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:40:50.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soda Jerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGPhDgEg9JI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zsA7iVzjLoQ/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGPhDgEg9JI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zsA7iVzjLoQ/s400/007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216260243689895058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey.  Is it a requirement that all soda fountain guys have to be turds?  I know they're called Jerks and all but come on.  This guy has a real attitude.  Is there a line on the application that says "Describe your general demeanor"?  Do they just hire the guys with the worst interview?  Is this how Don Rickles got his start?  So many questions, not enough time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-9201233630007947798?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/9201233630007947798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=9201233630007947798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/9201233630007947798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/9201233630007947798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/soda-jerk.html' title='The Soda Jerk'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGPhDgEg9JI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zsA7iVzjLoQ/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5708724362361925812</id><published>2008-06-25T10:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:01:35.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor thy Father's Follicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGJZ3s-Q4PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YkSYsVpd1Rc/s1600-h/007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGJZ3s-Q4PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YkSYsVpd1Rc/s400/007+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215830131948445938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did somebody mention time travel?  I got stuck in the 1920's last night, as I was forced to urinate in a troth!  I didn't know that the troth-urinal still existed!  You'd think with all of the money that Major League Baseball brings in the Cubs could afford to upgrade there restroom facilities.  But no, Wrigley field is a giant Delorean that transports you back to the turn of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!  Marty's brother Dave just kissed George on the head before he left for work at Burger King!  That's a very nice thing for a child to do to a parent.  But he ruins the moment by making a comment about his fathers hair.  Or, more specifically, the product that George has placed in his hair!  That's not cool Dave!  You're grounded.  If I was George I would have said "Oh yeah, nice outfit Ronald MacDonald, you are a failure!  I can't believe you are my child."  That would have put him in his place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can afford to change the oil anyway?  Have you seen how much it costs these days?  Here comes the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5708724362361925812?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5708724362361925812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5708724362361925812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5708724362361925812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5708724362361925812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/honor-thy-fathers-follicles.html' title='Honor thy Father&apos;s Follicles'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGJZ3s-Q4PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YkSYsVpd1Rc/s72-c/007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-2554675328794850567</id><published>2008-06-24T09:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:00:15.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Scare-Crow not a Scare-Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGD7vLQo8pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IoJk_ouQQew/s1600-h/007+004%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGD7vLQo8pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IoJk_ouQQew/s400/007+004%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215445156390040210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi!  Welcome to the future!  So guess what?  The hotel has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;!  You want to know what else?  I think I time travelled last night!  When I got on the plane it was 8 o'clock.  I was on the plane for two hours but when I got off the plane it was only 9 o'clock!  What happened to that other hour?  Wait a minute? Is it still 2008? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, look at this drawing!  As soon as Marty time travelled he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; it would be a good idea to crash into a scarecrow!  As soon as I was done time travelling I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to grab a taxi to the hotel.  I think that is  a smarter way to deal with the effects of time travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do scarecrows really work?  If all the crows were scared where would they go?  Do they make Scare other things?  I could have used a Scare-homework when I was in school!  Or maybe a Scare-soccer goalie!  See you in the future!  I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-2554675328794850567?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2554675328794850567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=2554675328794850567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2554675328794850567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2554675328794850567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-scare-crow-not-scare-car.html' title='It&apos;s a Scare-Crow not a Scare-Car'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SGD7vLQo8pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IoJk_ouQQew/s72-c/007+004%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5118790419078114635</id><published>2008-06-23T09:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:47:19.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make like a candle and wax!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SF-fEi64JQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9Pzy0FHrIxU/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SF-fEi64JQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9Pzy0FHrIxU/s400/007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215061793960371458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the future!  Look what happens when you mess with the time space continuum Marty!  When you get back to 1985, Biff is waxing your dad's new fancy car! Wait, that's actually a pretty cool side effect.  I'll take a panda driven tank that shoots lasers please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why they keep this Biff guy around anyway.  He seems like a bad apple!  I am sure he waxes a mean car and all, but didn't he taunt the crap out of you in high school George?  And didn't he try to force himself on you Loraine?  Why keep a bully like that in your life?  I guess there is some sort of perverse pleasure in watching the guy who used to make your life a living hell do manual labor for you, but still I don't think I would go out of my way to find a place for Biff in my life.  Do you think the Karate Kid pays Johnny to rake his leaves!  Or Arnold from Diff'rent Strokes hired the "Gooch" to pick up his dry cleaning. (very tiny dry cleaning)  No they wouldn't do that.  Because that would be stupid.  Wise up George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more human, nuts-and-bolts note, I am leaving for Chicago this afternoon&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Hopefully the place where I am staying has the Wi-Fi.  If it doesn't there will be no posts until Friday.  Sorry.  I could always wrangle up a time machine in the distant future, and then go back in time to tomorrow to make a post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5118790419078114635?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5118790419078114635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5118790419078114635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5118790419078114635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5118790419078114635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/make-like-candle-and-wax.html' title='Make like a candle and wax!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SF-fEi64JQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9Pzy0FHrIxU/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7210585694461344992</id><published>2008-06-20T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:11:55.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Butthead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFu1Uv-M0pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DmUpJuA6rmA/s1600-h/007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFu1Uv-M0pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DmUpJuA6rmA/s400/007+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213960361690845842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!  Look at this.  Marty just told his nine year old uncle Milton that he has two televisions.  The kid can't believe it!  Marty must be rich!  But look who the surprised kids is.  It's Wayne Arnold!  Kevin's brother from The Wonder Years!  That's crazy!  I was waiting for Milton to call Marty a "Scroat".  But it doesn't happen, unfortunately.  This guy must only act in period pieces.  Have you ever seen him in anything that was set in the modern era?  Besides "Scott Baio is 45 and..."  that doesn't count.  And don't go check IMDB either to find something he was in.  I'll know if you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a coon skin hat!  Those things are pretty damn cool!  You don't see them around  anymore!  I bet it has something to do with vegetarians or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7210585694461344992?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7210585694461344992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7210585694461344992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7210585694461344992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7210585694461344992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/uncle-butthead.html' title='Uncle Butthead'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFu1Uv-M0pI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DmUpJuA6rmA/s72-c/007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1358126862172341160</id><published>2008-06-19T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:33:22.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies when your not on film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFpbhJL4cJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B4pnMris8bk/s1600-h/007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFpbhJL4cJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B4pnMris8bk/s400/007+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213580143594336402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people!  This is an attempt at an action drawing.  I think it is awesome!  Doc is sliding down the wire so that he can reconnect it at the bottom.  But he better hurry because here comes the delorean!  Is it just me or does Doc Brown not really age all that much between 1955 and 1985?  He looks almost exactly the same.  In fact when I draw the two Docs, I don't make any major changes.  And it doesn't seem like his life or lifestyle changes at all in those thirty years either.  Its as if as soon as Marty leaves to go back to 1985, Doc goes into hibernation or something!  The passing of time confuses me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1358126862172341160?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1358126862172341160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1358126862172341160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1358126862172341160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1358126862172341160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-flies-when-your-not-on-film.html' title='Time Flies when your not on film'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFpbhJL4cJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B4pnMris8bk/s72-c/007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-777112531401054617</id><published>2008-06-18T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:43:07.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty McFly, for a white guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFkbex1iciI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OzbZnadKOKQ/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213228259245978146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFkbex1iciI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OzbZnadKOKQ/s400/007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George, George, George. You meant to say "You are my destiny" Oops! This guy is not smooth with the ladies! Density and destiny are two different things. Density is the ratio between mass and volume. Destiny means that something is meant to be! Most modern thinkers don't believe in destiny anyway George. Ever heard of a little something called free will? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This opening line was doomed from the start. He should have said something like "Hey Loraine, you sure know how to fill out that 1950's era purple polka dot dress." or "Hey, You wanna go to china town with me?" or "You fuel the flame in my bunsen burner!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-777112531401054617?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/777112531401054617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=777112531401054617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/777112531401054617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/777112531401054617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/pretty-mcfly-for-white-guy.html' title='Pretty McFly, for a white guy.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFkbex1iciI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OzbZnadKOKQ/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1448746646919119270</id><published>2008-06-17T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:00:48.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom! Stop looking at my junk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFfOZMJRtUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NVcXy2YSGVo/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212862025856824642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFfOZMJRtUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NVcXy2YSGVo/s400/007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH OH! Marty's(Calvin)teenage mom is ogling his tightie-purplies! How embarrassing. Purple underwear. Purple underwear! What teenage boy in 1985 or 1955 wears purple underwear? In 1985 I was 6. I wore superman underoos. I wasn't alive in 1955. But if I were I'd probably have worn some sort of rough flannel or burlap type underwear. Ouch!  At least that's my understanding of unmentionables in the 50's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, have you ever seen a door in the absolute corner of a room? Or a bed in the middle of the room? My bad. See you in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1448746646919119270?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1448746646919119270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1448746646919119270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1448746646919119270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1448746646919119270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/mom-stop-looking-at-my-junk.html' title='Mom! Stop looking at my junk!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFfOZMJRtUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NVcXy2YSGVo/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-584070140230872152</id><published>2008-06-16T11:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:20:08.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin Berry? or Marcus Garvey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFaA-D6P0QI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lC5X12zK9P0/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFaA-D6P0QI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lC5X12zK9P0/s400/007+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212495422417785090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back! The 3D glasses thug just called Marvin Berry a racial name! Marvin isn't happy about it and calls 3D guy a 'Peckerwood'. Oh snap! This sort of thing is not cool. The segregation of 1950's America is barely mentioned in BTTF. Its hinted at once or twice, but overall I think the film makers dropped the ball on this one. One has to wonder if the cries for help coming from the trunk of the car are from Marty, or if they are pleas of equality from a torn society? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Isn't Peckerwood a funny word! I think I am going to put that one into my daily rotation of insults! "Hey! you just cut me off- Peckerwood!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-584070140230872152?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/584070140230872152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=584070140230872152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/584070140230872152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/584070140230872152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/marvin-berry-or-marcus-garvey.html' title='Marvin Berry? or Marcus Garvey?'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFaA-D6P0QI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lC5X12zK9P0/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7599254999257567681</id><published>2008-06-12T13:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:37:37.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The substitute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFFaF0QyRKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UWTIkHxdiFg/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFFaF0QyRKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UWTIkHxdiFg/s400/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211045299819267234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon!  It's later than usual.  I've been busy.  To the drawing.&lt;br /&gt;How come every time something cool is happening on Marty's skateboard we get a close shot of a shoe?  This screams of a stunt double!  Sometimes I wish I had a stunt double.  Like when I was 13 and my dad wanted me to cut the grass!  I didn't like to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7599254999257567681?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7599254999257567681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7599254999257567681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7599254999257567681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7599254999257567681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/substitute.html' title='The substitute'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SFFaF0QyRKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UWTIkHxdiFg/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1382552459191126191</id><published>2008-06-11T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:41:27.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous is a jerk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE_PIp0mLbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yT4OHuQJ7gw/s1600-h/007+003%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE_PIp0mLbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yT4OHuQJ7gw/s400/007+003%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210611041463315890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!  Look at these jerks kicking George in the Butt!  That is not cool.  Just because a sign says something doesn't mean you have to do it.  And what's with that girl in the background pointing.  Hasn't anybody ever told her 'when you point your finger at someone there are three fingers pointing back at you?'  I hate the teenagers of the 50's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1382552459191126191?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1382552459191126191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1382552459191126191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1382552459191126191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1382552459191126191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning-look-at-these-jerks.html' title='Anonymous is a jerk!!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE_PIp0mLbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yT4OHuQJ7gw/s72-c/007+003%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-995100339466744490</id><published>2008-06-10T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:23:05.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them eat cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE6KfYecNfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pukT6cRywbE/s1600-h/007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE6KfYecNfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pukT6cRywbE/s400/007+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210254090664949234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone!  What a shame!  Loraine made this cake for Uncle Joey, but he didn't make parole again.  I wonder what Uncle Joey did to end up in prison?  It's a mystery I guess.  I don't know why, but I really like this Uncle Joey character.  If only somebody with access to a time machine could go back in time and prevent his life of crime.  Perhaps a family member?  Just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it bad luck to eat from a cake who's sentiments didn't come true?  I wouldn't feel right eating a cake that said "Happy Graduation Gilbert!"  if it turned out Gilbert failed his finals. Or, "Happy 25th Anniversary Carlos and Wanda!" if Wanda had recently passed.  You will never see me eating from a cursed cake!  No matter how tasty it might be.  Unless it's an ice cream cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-995100339466744490?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/995100339466744490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=995100339466744490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/995100339466744490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/995100339466744490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let them eat cake'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE6KfYecNfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pukT6cRywbE/s72-c/007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1174433025848137296</id><published>2008-06-09T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:03:58.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flush Capacitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE0zL0ixWwI/AAAAAAAAADw/NTdkZrY7KDc/s1600-h/007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE0zL0ixWwI/AAAAAAAAADw/NTdkZrY7KDc/s400/007+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209876622113594114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!  It's hot out!  Here's a drawing for your general refreshment.  It's better than a snowcone! This scene isn't actually shown in the movie, but Doc does describe it.  So from Doc's mouth, to my head, to your eyes, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to hang a clock (There's that time motif again!) Doc slips and hits head on the sink.  When he comes to he has a vision of a Flux Capacitor!  Wow.  Is that really Doc Brown's creative process?  No trial and error.  No scientific method.  Just knock yourself out and have visions of things?  I wonder what Biff saw after George punched him out?  Did he come up with a formula for cold fusion?  And what about when Loraine's father hit Marty with a car.  Did Marty envision some sort of perpetual motion device?  Highly unlikely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just further evidence towards my assertion that Doc Brown is Wacky, and probably not some one an impressionable teenager like Marty McFly should be hanging out with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1174433025848137296?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1174433025848137296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1174433025848137296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1174433025848137296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1174433025848137296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/flush-capacitor.html' title='The Flush Capacitor'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SE0zL0ixWwI/AAAAAAAAADw/NTdkZrY7KDc/s72-c/007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8295600558527271326</id><published>2008-06-06T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:04:31.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Absent Minded Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SElBw3QP6QI/AAAAAAAAADo/Fpp5XLI9j0Q/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SElBw3QP6QI/AAAAAAAAADo/Fpp5XLI9j0Q/s400/007+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208766751752317186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back(to the future) !  Look out!  'Doc' Brown is at it again.  This is another one of his crazy inventions.  It appears to be some sort of automatic dog feeding apparatus.  But where's Einstein!  And why hasn't he invented some sort of floor cleaning device?  This strikes of dog neglect!  I don't know what Emmitt Brown is a doctor of, but I doubt it is veterinary medicine!  Let me see your diploma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8295600558527271326?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8295600558527271326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8295600558527271326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8295600558527271326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8295600558527271326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/absent-minded-professor.html' title='The Absent Minded Professor'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SElBw3QP6QI/AAAAAAAAADo/Fpp5XLI9j0Q/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-6074767726777759662</id><published>2008-06-05T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:55:20.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Lover Not a Fighter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEfchaT521I/AAAAAAAAADg/KMagvBoRJ68/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEfchaT521I/AAAAAAAAADg/KMagvBoRJ68/s400/007+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208373960633867090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  This scene is intense.  Yesterday, commenter Hammersandrogerstein commented on Doc's 'malformed hand'.  So in an effort to feed your hand fetish- today's drawing is dedicated to you Hammersandrogerstein!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Biff laughs, and Loraine pleas, George balls up his fist and prepares to lay a hurting on his tormentor.  I have exaggerated George's fist in order to illustrate the stored up power that is about to reign down upon Biff.  Further, I have also showed George's hand-hammer in an enlargement box as if to say "Biff, prepare to have your skull penetrated."  I almost drew George with Wolverine claws but they don't actually show that in the movie.  On the other hand they don't explicitly state that he doesn't have Wolverine claws.  So maybe I could of gotten away with it.  Artistic License rules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-6074767726777759662?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6074767726777759662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=6074767726777759662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6074767726777759662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6074767726777759662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-lover-not-fighter.html' title='I am Lover Not a Fighter.'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEfchaT521I/AAAAAAAAADg/KMagvBoRJ68/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1779286377546149640</id><published>2008-06-04T09:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:11:23.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc Around The Clock!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEadvvOlHAI/AAAAAAAAADY/eRfEqTHrULo/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEadvvOlHAI/AAAAAAAAADY/eRfEqTHrULo/s400/007+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208023462557588482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!  This might be the most dramatic scene in the whole movie!  Doc is barely hanging onto the clock while trying to reconnect the power chords, so the time machine will have the 1.21 gigawatts it needs to work!  It seems like an impossible task.  Will he reconnect them before time runs out?  Get it?  Time running out.  Hanging from a clock.  (That's symbolism Homes!) It's all dependent on time.  Plus, the time travel aspect.  Whoa.  Everything is intertwined.  The guys who wrote this were pretty bright!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with those creepy looking gargoyles!  They're scary looking.  I am going to have nightmares tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1779286377546149640?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1779286377546149640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1779286377546149640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1779286377546149640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1779286377546149640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/doc-around-clock.html' title='Doc Around The Clock!!!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEadvvOlHAI/AAAAAAAAADY/eRfEqTHrULo/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8022254364177750442</id><published>2008-06-03T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:39:44.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEU7ZK8mqOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jzb-Hg0ug-M/s1600-h/007+003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEU7ZK8mqOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jzb-Hg0ug-M/s400/007+003-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207633847745161442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!  Have you ever played a guitar so loud that it caused you to fly across the room?  That's intense!  I wouldn't be surprised if Marty had some sort of internal bleeding as a result of this!  I've played guitar before and this never happens.  This is very unrealistic.  It might be the most unrealistic thing about this whole movie.  Well, there is the whole time travel thing too.  That's a little unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Huey Lewis was right.  Maybe Marty is "Just too darn loud."   I am sorry I came down on you last week Huey Lewis.  I spoke out of turn.  If you'll have me, I'd like to be your friend again.  see you in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8022254364177750442?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8022254364177750442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8022254364177750442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8022254364177750442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8022254364177750442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/11.html' title='11!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEU7ZK8mqOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jzb-Hg0ug-M/s72-c/007+003-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-4963132948308098167</id><published>2008-06-02T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:22:08.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...And the Pulitzer goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEP-3yCsEAI/AAAAAAAAADA/OCWegiLdu-s/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEP-3yCsEAI/AAAAAAAAADA/OCWegiLdu-s/s400/007+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207285828449734658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone!  I was sick so I took the weekend off.  I might do that from now on.  I am not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!  George's first book just arrived from the publisher!  It's called "A Match Made In Space"  They don't really tell us what it's about, but judging from the cover I'd say it's probably about a young woman in the reconstruction era American south coming to grips with the societal changes happening around her.  Wait a minute George!  That sounds a lot like "Gone With the Wind".  That George McFly is a real carpetbagger!  Til Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-4963132948308098167?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4963132948308098167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=4963132948308098167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4963132948308098167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/4963132948308098167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-pulitzer-goes-to.html' title='...And the Pulitzer goes to...'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEP-3yCsEAI/AAAAAAAAADA/OCWegiLdu-s/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-1199932939336198649</id><published>2008-05-30T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:29:42.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Georgia Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEAa1CCsD_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/axH7Vg7oJNo/s1600-h/007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEAa1CCsD_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/axH7Vg7oJNo/s400/007+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206190667623829490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  Look at this! In order to escape a harsh beat down Marty has broken a small child's toy.  The kid is quite angry about this at first, however after seeing Marty's Tony Hawk moves he seems to be okay with his property being destroyed.   I don't know how to feel about this.  It's sorta like when the Harlem Globetrotters throw a bucket of water on you.  You're sitting there thinking "Wow, this is awesome!  They've managed to mix basketball and entertainment!  What's in that silver pail Curly Neal?  Oh no, please be a confetti bucket, please be a confetti bucket, please be a--"  Splash!--   You just broke my scooter box!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-1199932939336198649?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1199932939336198649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=1199932939336198649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1199932939336198649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/1199932939336198649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-georgia-brown.html' title='Sweet Georgia Brown'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SEAa1CCsD_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/axH7Vg7oJNo/s72-c/007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-703948025551154764</id><published>2008-05-29T10:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:01:04.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Man on the Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SD66ryCsD-I/AAAAAAAAACw/YgT6dUjsp_g/s1600-h/007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SD66ryCsD-I/AAAAAAAAACw/YgT6dUjsp_g/s400/007+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205803480617062370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look at this homeless man!  He is mumbling to himself because Marty just crashed the delorean into a movie theatre.  He is accusing Marty of being a crazy drunk driver, but he himself appears to be the intoxicated one!  I bet this man doesn't even own a car.  If he did he'd likely be sleeping in it.  This is probably the result of Regan-nomics.  Those who don't own glass houses shouldn't throw drunken stones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-703948025551154764?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/703948025551154764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=703948025551154764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/703948025551154764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/703948025551154764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-man-on-street.html' title='Our Man on the Street'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SD66ryCsD-I/AAAAAAAAACw/YgT6dUjsp_g/s72-c/007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5741773575873113543</id><published>2008-05-28T10:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:00:30.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SD1vcSCsD9I/AAAAAAAAACo/A5PzkKT1aC4/s1600-h/007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SD1vcSCsD9I/AAAAAAAAACo/A5PzkKT1aC4/s400/007+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205439275980296146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone!  Welcome back!  Look at this!  George is dancing by himself next to a statue of Neptune at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance.  (Neptune the sea God, not Neptune the planet- silly heads)  That's a pretty bold move for the nerdiest kid in school.  That's down right ballsy!  I would say this is probably the moment when George got the courage to stand up to Biff.  If you can dance by yourself in front of a large group of people then you can do anything.  I won't even dance in front of the mirror with the lights out in my own bedroom!  I am a wuss!  See you in the not to distant future....Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5741773575873113543?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5741773575873113543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5741773575873113543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5741773575873113543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5741773575873113543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-everyone-welcome-back-look-at-this.html' title='Dancing with Myself'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SD1vcSCsD9I/AAAAAAAAACo/A5PzkKT1aC4/s72-c/007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-2807590208248657505</id><published>2008-05-27T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:51:43.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bearer of Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDwOsyCsD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/MUD5YZJYKcE/s1600-h/007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDwOsyCsD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/MUD5YZJYKcE/s400/007+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205051431843532738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back!  This is a drawing of the talent show judge.  He has a megaphone, and he is crushing Marty's dreams with it.  He is telling Marty that his band the Pinheads are too darn loud.  The judge is Huey Lewis!  Huey Lewis is in no position to be judging music.  Here are some ways in which Huey Lewis could benefit from a time machine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Wake up every morning and travel back to September 4, 1983 when he was the most popular man in the world&lt;br /&gt;2.  Go back to when Ray Parker Jr. was writing the 'Ghost Busters' theme, play 'I want a new drug' and say "I am onto you!"&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get in on the ground floor of the whole rap thing.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Travel back to 1973 so he doesn't have to constantly hear, "Weren't you Huey Lewis?"  all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huey Lewis, we are not friends anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-2807590208248657505?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2807590208248657505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=2807590208248657505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2807590208248657505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2807590208248657505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/bearer-of-bad-news.html' title='The Bearer of Bad News'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDwOsyCsD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/MUD5YZJYKcE/s72-c/007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7568787905589396050</id><published>2008-05-26T10:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:40:34.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDrJxCCsD7I/AAAAAAAAACY/5762kq_mjnE/s1600-h/010+hanging+out+with+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDrJxCCsD7I/AAAAAAAAACY/5762kq_mjnE/s400/010+hanging+out+with+dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204694163578949554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!  Happy memorial day!  Why isn't there any mention of the Korean War in Back To The Future?  It would have just ended a year or so earlier.  Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember this scene?  Marty and Teenage George are hanging laundry together, talking about taking advantage of Loraine.  If that isn't awkward and creepy enough for Marty, George is also caressing a brassiere!  Weird!  I mean there are so many cool things you could do if you went back in time!  The possibilities are almost endless.  But you know what I wouldn't want to do?  Watch my dweeby father fondle my grandmothers underwear, while discussing the best way to molest my mom!  Gross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7568787905589396050?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7568787905589396050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7568787905589396050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7568787905589396050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7568787905589396050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/hanging-out-with-dad.html' title='Hanging out with Dad'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDrJxCCsD7I/AAAAAAAAACY/5762kq_mjnE/s72-c/010+hanging+out+with+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-778399236681106513</id><published>2008-05-25T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:09:24.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDl_BiCsD6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BGFcc9J2cTc/s1600-h/009+photo+finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDl_BiCsD6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BGFcc9J2cTc/s400/009+photo+finished.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204330508697997218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!  Marty's brother is vanishing from this photo!  I guess that's what happens when you're 25, work at Burger King, and wear Mickey Mouse T-shirts.  He probably wouldn't say it, but I bet Marty is glad that it's his brother disappearing and not his sister.  Because even though she claims not to be, she is indeed Marty's phone answering service.  And those are hard to replace!&lt;br /&gt;My brother gave our grandmother a photo of the him and I where I am looking particularly goofy.  I look like I am eating something super sour.  Or sitting on a porcupine!  I wish that picture would disappear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-778399236681106513?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/778399236681106513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=778399236681106513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/778399236681106513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/778399236681106513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/photo-finished.html' title='Photo Finished'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDl_BiCsD6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BGFcc9J2cTc/s72-c/009+photo+finished.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-5441682721714783596</id><published>2008-05-24T11:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:20:51.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Muammar Kadaffi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDguqiCsD5I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZLaKZOzP7m4/s1600-h/008+run+for+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDguqiCsD5I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZLaKZOzP7m4/s400/008+run+for+it.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203960677654073234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back!  Watch out you stupid Libyans, You're about to run into a photo developing stand in the middle of a parking lot!  Remember those things?  Why did they become extinct?  Maybe it's because they were Volkswagen bus magnets!  Anyway, why are these Libyans so angry at Doc Brown for stealing the plutonium?  Didn't they steal it themselves?  It's not as if they were the ones who mined it, enriched it, and then made it weapons grade.  You don't see a bunch of power plant scientist and technicians shooting at them from a van do you?  I think these guys are overreacting a bit.  But I guess they wouldn't be called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;terrorist&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if they were known to have a sunny disposition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-5441682721714783596?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5441682721714783596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=5441682721714783596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5441682721714783596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/5441682721714783596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-love-of-muammar-kadaffi.html' title='For the Love of Muammar Kadaffi!!!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDguqiCsD5I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZLaKZOzP7m4/s72-c/008+run+for+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-6562813459933220129</id><published>2008-05-23T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:07:40.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up Doc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDbblCCsD4I/AAAAAAAAABg/YVthEQ_x53k/s1600-h/SKMBT_C55008052309310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDbblCCsD4I/AAAAAAAAABg/YVthEQ_x53k/s400/SKMBT_C55008052309310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203587848722976642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Doc's crazy hat!  That is definitely weird looking.  I bet it is hard to keep on his head too!  This is another one of Doc's wacky inventions.  It's supposed to allow him to read minds.  Quick, Doc, do you know what I am thinking now?  If you guessed "Your hat looks pretty stupid!"  then Bingo!  Until Tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-6562813459933220129?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6562813459933220129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=6562813459933220129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6562813459933220129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/6562813459933220129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s up Doc?'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDbblCCsD4I/AAAAAAAAABg/YVthEQ_x53k/s72-c/SKMBT_C55008052309310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-2270434062511729491</id><published>2008-05-22T10:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:28:10.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alpha Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDV_uyCsD2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/gSJbmlLjiIQ/s1600-h/003+delorean+v1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDV_uyCsD2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/gSJbmlLjiIQ/s400/003+delorean+v1.0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203205386180235106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!  Here is a picture of the delorean.  This is the first drawing in the Back To The Future scene-genre that I ever drew!  This is the drawing that inspired the rest.  Its kind of funny considering how horrible this drawing is.  I didn't even think I'd post it, but here it is!  Let me point out some of the nuances.  Please note the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The dash board says 88 mph!&lt;br /&gt;2.  The enlargement arrow box highlighting the Flux Capacitor!&lt;br /&gt;3.  The banana peel floating over the Mr. Fusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that since this drawing I have graduated to a nicer pen!  And hopefully the overall aesthetic appeal of the drawings has improved also.  Alright, I guarantee tomorrows drawing will be super amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-2270434062511729491?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2270434062511729491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=2270434062511729491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2270434062511729491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/2270434062511729491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/alpha-drawing.html' title='The Alpha Drawing'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDV_uyCsD2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/gSJbmlLjiIQ/s72-c/003+delorean+v1.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-8499008401396313489</id><published>2008-05-21T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:29:38.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah! Baby wants an early parole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDQwIlU4yYI/AAAAAAAAABI/k5jLkC7SH78/s1600-h/005+baby+want+early.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDQwIlU4yYI/AAAAAAAAABI/k5jLkC7SH78/s400/005+baby+want+early.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202836393536571778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!  Oh man I can't draw!  Oh well.  Isn't this a funny idea though?  A baby in jail! Can you imagine that!  What could a baby possibly do to end up in jail?  Take some pacifiers?  Embezzle funds from the piggy bank?  Steal candy from another baby?  Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;I like the expression "Like taking candy from a baby."  That means something is easy.  Maybe the expression "Like a baby getting sent to prison" should mean that something is difficult.  See you in the not to distant future!  i.e. Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-8499008401396313489?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8499008401396313489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=8499008401396313489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8499008401396313489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/8499008401396313489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/wah-baby-wants-early-parole.html' title='Wah! Baby wants an early parole'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDQwIlU4yYI/AAAAAAAAABI/k5jLkC7SH78/s72-c/005+baby+want+early.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7195163059691139328</id><published>2008-05-20T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:46:32.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDLUA1U4yXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Q2rtcF4IwIA/s1600-h/006+Curious+George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDLUA1U4yXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Q2rtcF4IwIA/s400/006+Curious+George.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202453630346119538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine finding out your dad is a peeping tom!  How embarrassing.  That's a major societal taboo!  I am surprised that shame alone didn't cause Marty to disappear into oblivion right then and there.  If I were Marty, once I got the time machine fixed the first thing I'd do is go further back in time and stage a 'dad-don't-turn-into-a-geeky-perv' intervention.  The second thing I would do is kill baby Hitler.  What would you do?  See you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7195163059691139328?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7195163059691139328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7195163059691139328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7195163059691139328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7195163059691139328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/curious-george.html' title='Curious George'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDLUA1U4yXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Q2rtcF4IwIA/s72-c/006+Curious+George.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-806595073236750094</id><published>2008-05-19T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:55:08.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crap!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDGC1FU4yWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c2Z9q4hf3-w/s1600-h/004+Oh+Crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDGC1FU4yWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c2Z9q4hf3-w/s400/004+Oh+Crap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202082893064096098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again!  This scene is awesome!  Can you imagine your fancy convertible car being filled with manure?  Well Biff can, and he isn't happy about it.  Threat of manure avalanche has to be one of the major drawbacks of owning a convertible.  &lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered why Biff's friend here is always wearing 3D glasses.  I know it's a pretty cool look and all, but isn't life already in 3D?  What are the affects of constant 3D glasses wearing?  I get nauseas if I wear them for more than 5 minutes at a time!  As a kid I thought the Nintendo game 'Rad Racer' was less than rad.  (Incidentally, I thought Excite Bike was pretty exciting.  And while 'Marble Madness' was a little Whacky, in the end it was quite a sane video game experience)  But seriously, I bet this guy must suffer from constant migraine head aches!  Maybe that is why he turned into a Biff henchman.  All that constant pain and anger!  See you in the future! (Tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-806595073236750094?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/806595073236750094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=806595073236750094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/806595073236750094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/806595073236750094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-crap.html' title='Oh Crap!!!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDGC1FU4yWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c2Z9q4hf3-w/s72-c/004+Oh+Crap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-3954554366119913861</id><published>2008-05-18T11:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:14:38.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Halen = Hazardous Material</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDBTQVU4yUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eWMtGrBOou8/s1600-h/002+Van+Halen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDBTQVU4yUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eWMtGrBOou8/s400/002+Van+Halen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201749109680687426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back!  I love this scene!  Don't you?  But it makes me wonder, why does Marty have to prey on his Father's emotional weaknesses?  Is it really necessary to toy with oh-so fragile George?  Sometimes I wish people would just feel comfortable with telling others the truth, rather than trying to be manipulative like Marty here.  Couldn't he have just said "George, I need you to make babies with Loraine so that one day I can set your living room rug on fire."  What would be the harm in that?  Oh yeah, the whole time-space-continuum-paradox disappearing thing.  But then again, isn't honesty the best policy?  Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is the real paradox.  Till Tomorrow.  Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-3954554366119913861?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3954554366119913861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=3954554366119913861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3954554366119913861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/3954554366119913861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/van-halen-hazardous-material.html' title='Van Halen = Hazardous Material'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SDBTQVU4yUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eWMtGrBOou8/s72-c/002+Van+Halen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117606425010827462.post-7633096202203076095</id><published>2008-05-17T15:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:26:31.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock and Roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back To The Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvin Berry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marty'/><title type='text'>Go, Marty, Go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SC8sdlU4ySI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JrxucnXuNUI/s1600-h/001+Go,+Marty,+Go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SC8sdlU4ySI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JrxucnXuNUI/s400/001+Go,+Marty,+Go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201424981383760162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Welcome to the first post on "Your Daily Future Now!!!" where every day you will find a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back To The Future&lt;/span&gt; drawing accompanied by a few words of reflection.  I hope you like my first drawing!  As you can see Marty is so excited that he has stopped the whole disappearing into nothingness thing, that he has decided to introduce the world to 'Rock and Roll'.  Thanks Marty!  But I don't think they're ready for it yet.  But you know who is?  The truly visionary Marvin Berry.  However, instead of keeping the goldmine that is 'Rock and Roll' for himself, Marvin generously passes the gift of music onto his cousin Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;       Why would Marvin Berry do such a stupid thing?  Did he over estimate the severity of his hand injury- fearing that he'd never be able to play again?  Perhaps he owed cousin Chuck some sort of gambling debt?  Maybe a childhood bout with polio left him unable to recreate Marty's duck walk?  Whatever the reason, I think Marvin Berry made a poor  decision.  I mean, I like my cousins and all, but not that much!  See you tomorrow with another classic drawing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117606425010827462-7633096202203076095?l=yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7633096202203076095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117606425010827462&amp;postID=7633096202203076095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7633096202203076095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117606425010827462/posts/default/7633096202203076095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdailyfuturenow.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-marty-go.html' title='Go, Marty, Go!!!'/><author><name>Einstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15480250234250520163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OurNPvD9pKE/SC8sdlU4ySI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JrxucnXuNUI/s72-c/001+Go,+Marty,+Go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
