<?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-29418052</id><updated>2011-12-03T19:50:13.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LaDuca's Works</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse into the mind of me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-4758558242735133890</id><published>2009-12-10T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:40:52.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, glorious snow!</title><content type='html'>Well, lets make it official everyone, it has snowed and it has snowed very well! December is often a very exciting month with the holidays approaching and the idea that maybe this year I can finally make an awesome snowman! Its also a time where staying inside all nice and toasty, wrapped in your favorite blanket, sipping hot chocolate, and watching Christmas movies makes for an amazing evening. Now, do that with friends and family and you have yourself a dream come true. This is often a time where I like to sit on down late at night when everyone's asleep and write my thoughts and feelings. (Tonight I have some killer Christmas Songs from random awesome Christmas movies such as Home Alone and Christmas Vacation playing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am trying to say is that if you live in the Midwest like I do you have no choice but to deal with the snow. You can curse at it and make it your enemy, but that won't stop it from coming. You can wish yourself somewhere else and say how much you hate this time of year, but the bottom line is that the snow is coming with or without you, so maybe you should try and make the best of the situation. I was talking to a friend earlier tonight about all the snow. She mentioned to me how she had to shovel and how she hopes its the last time it snows for the year. (Trust me, she lives in Wisconsin and she knows what she is in for.) I chuckled and then remarked, yeah but think of the snowmen you can build with all that snow! Its all about taking something that obviously isn't the greatest thing to do but needs to be done and then reminding yourself that there are things out there you can do that are fun! Go sledding, build a snowman, write your name in the snow without water, and if your very brave, drop down to your undies, run outside, jump into the snow and run back inside! The last one is something I made sure to do before I moved back to Chicago from Madison. It was crazy but I felt alive, truly alive and ready to take on anything. I laugh about it now and that's what's important to me. I remember one year here in Chicago a group of us went sledding. I told my friends that it's smart to put plastic bags on over your socks and under your shoes so your feet stay dry. Well, one of my friends wasn't listening and when we got to the hill she put the bags on, but she put them on wrong. She put the bags on over her shoes, which made for some really awesome entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am getting around to say, in a very confused and rambling sort of way, is that make the best of all situations. If you want to stay in and watch movies all night, I say do it! As long as you are sure you are happy! Invite people over and make a party out of it! If you want to act like a kid and play in the snow, go for it! You're never to old to be silly! When walking down the street try and catch snowflakes in your mouth! Make sure you watch where your going though because you don't want to end up with two black eyes by walking into a pole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short list of things you can do this holiday season to have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Build a snowman&lt;br /&gt;-Take a horse carriage around the park&lt;br /&gt;-Go sledding &lt;br /&gt;-Go to the zoo! They have awesome lights and hot chocolate and roasted almonds! &lt;br /&gt;-Drive around your town and look at Christmas lights (people take time to put them up so you can at least take time to look at them)&lt;br /&gt;-Go get pie with friends or family&lt;br /&gt;-Watch a sappy Christmas movie that makes you feel like you want to hug someone (I suggest Love Actually, followed by Christmas Shoes on Hallmark Channel)&lt;br /&gt;-Finish all your shopping early and go people watch at the mall with a starbucks coffee (the stress will be gone but you will feel awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;-Take your picture with Santa (I suggest going to the Bass Pro Shop for this because its different than most places)&lt;br /&gt;-Go ice skating&lt;br /&gt;-Snuggle with loved ones, friends or family&lt;br /&gt;-Make sure you tell people you love them and never leave angry (the weather is bad and you never want something to happen to someone when you left on a bad note)&lt;br /&gt;-Help people shovel &lt;br /&gt;-Help a stranger who is stuck in the snow (Madison you were awesome for this always bailing me out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it! Have fun and laugh, your allowed to this holiday season. Don't be a grinch or a scrooge because being happy is contagious and people will remember you for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-4758558242735133890?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4758558242735133890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=4758558242735133890' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/4758558242735133890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/4758558242735133890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-glorious-snow.html' title='Snow, glorious snow!'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-4781412652791876430</id><published>2009-12-06T22:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:01:45.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Rush Rush Rush</title><content type='html'>Why is it that life seems to be flying by at some ridiculous speed? I am often reminded by my parents that this is only natural and life only seems to pick up speed the older one gets. Well, I have to say, and I am sure I am not the only person out there, but that truly is not cool. I don't like the feeling of theses flashes and glimpses of the present swiftly flying by only to be reveled as the past. I want to talk about it. I want to talk to everyone involved in my life and those who only are involved by these words on my blog. I want to tell you that there maybe is an option out there that will allow you to slow life down. The option is truly a challenge for I am having the hardest time wrapping my noggin around the thought, the idea, the answer. &lt;br /&gt;Usually life speeds by because we find ourselves so very busy. Trust me, we all have very important lives and rarely find time for ourselves let alone anyone out side our immediate radius. "Yeah but that's life, right?" I would say usually that is life, one congested moment after the next. There's barely even enough time to appreciate the moment before the next one rushes onto the stage and steals the glory! But maybe, maybe we can try something. Take a deep breath.....shhh, relax and just listen to your breathing. If your not at work or somewhere public, try closing your eyes for a moment while your doing this exercise. (I suggest you keep your eyes open at work or you might get fired for napping on the job and definitely keep your eyes open in public because some people might nab your wallet!)&lt;br /&gt;OPEN YOUR EYES......&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel that? I did, I felt it....time seemed to slow down slightly. Amazing! That works, but lets face it, we cannot go through life with our eyes closed taking deep breaths all the time, so how do we make this work for us without keeping our eyes shut? Well, here are a few simple ideas, some are better than the others though, I assure you. &lt;br /&gt;Suggestion 1: This is the first thing I did to try to slow down time in my life. Take an ordinary kitchen timer. (One of those ones that you wind to a certain time). Set that for 15 minutes and place it on the kitchen table. Make sure the tv is off and there is no radio on, basically all distractions put away from you. With that settled light a candle and place it in front of the timer. Turn the lights off and sit down. Clear you mind but keep your eyes open, but still blink, dont want your eyes drying out. Now....watch the flame for the 15 minutes. Just sit there at your table in the darkened room and watch the dancing flame bounce back and forth in the hypnotic dance. When the fifteen minutes pass you are done with this suggestion. &lt;br /&gt;What did you feel? Time slowed down as well and this time you kept your eyes open. You might have found yourself at first thinking, "man this is stupid." But after awhile that thought left and you felt relaxed and things slowed down. &lt;br /&gt;Suggestion 2: After I did suggestion one I was happy that I was able to slow down time without closing my eyes, but I had to focus on a dancing flame, how do I go beyond that? The next idea I had was that I should go for a walk. First and foremost I make sure I have proper id and a cell phone on me just in case of an emergency. I do not bring my head phones, I do not bring an agenda, I just bring my legs for walking. I walk outside and I do not speed walk, I do not walk like i have a purpose, I just walk. After what felt like forever, I found myself near my house again only to realize that once again I slowed down time but without shutting my eyes or watching a flame. I have slowed down life just by slowing my walking and not have a schedule. &lt;br /&gt;Where is this blog going Dan? I mean, i appreciate the suggestions but lets wrap it up here because this seems to be dragging on. Well then, maybe I succeeded here by slowing down your life just enough for you to realize that something that is actually pretty short in writing felt like it has been taking forever! =) HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, sometimes we just need to slow ourselves down and take everything in. Appreciate things that most people overlook because they are rushing around. Take a detour next time your out driving and look at the christmas lights people put up! Get lost and then try to find yourself. Slow down because life goes by fast enough for us to be forcing things to go faster. Please, for your own health, relax and take some personal time for yourself. It will do some wonders and maybe you will feel like a refreshed person with tons of time on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-4781412652791876430?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4781412652791876430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=4781412652791876430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/4781412652791876430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/4781412652791876430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/12/rush-rush-rush-rush.html' title='Rush Rush Rush Rush'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-8782630078900287146</id><published>2009-12-06T00:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:02:46.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of life</title><content type='html'>Shhhh, can you keep a secret....I know the secret of life. Now I know what your thinking, pshhh how did this person acquire such valuable information? Let me tell you, I saw it in a movie, I have heard it in a song, and I have seen it all my life. It wasn't until I put it all together that I realized that there isn't much more to life than this answer. Before I get to telling you this awesome answer I want to talk about a whole bunch of little things, simple things that move life along. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life grows overwhelming, out of control, or even unpredictable. There are often times when we all find ourselves scratching our heads and wondering...How! or Why! How could this happen? How can I fix this? Why me? These are questions that we all face, we all ponder as we scratch our head trying to figure out the next step? Baby steps? or taking a long stride and just hope that where your foot lands will be safe? Regardless of either of these approaches (there is no right or wrong step) there is always going to be something you can appreciate. I know that sounds crazy! I mean, lets say you took a giant stride forward only to end up in a deep puddle. How in the world is there something to appreciate from that? What good can come from getting your foot soaking wet and cold? The little things I suppose. Take in stride the idea that you still have one dry foot! I bet that thought didn't even cross your mind! Take in consideration that your foot will eventually dry and you will find your next step regardless. All I am trying to say is that you should always try and see things from a different perspective, maybe a simpler perspective. &lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about such craziness! Well I started thinking about all of this after watching the Christmas Carol and realizing that here is this man, a terrible awful man that treats everyone with little to no respect because he is so involved in himself. Even when he sees Marley he blames some spoiled meat instead of the fact that maybe someone's reaching out to help him. Then it hit me even harder! This story is not only brilliant, but I am pretty sure everyone can take something from it. I took that it is never to late to change. Scrooge put both feet in a puddle for many many years yet he found himself stepping forward eventually, drying his shoes and finding what he was looking for. It was the simple things in life, the little things that eased his pain ultimately. I can't say I blame him to be honest because he actually found the secret of life. &lt;br /&gt;Oh man, did you just read that! I almost gave the secret of life away, man that would have been bad and a giveaway. Maybe by now you have already figured out what that secret is, or have some idea what that secret might be. Take a look around your life. Look at your friends, your family, or someone close to you. There is something there that is unconditional for the most part. Its love. Yeah, I said it....love. It's corny and cheesy and awesome and powerful. Wars have been fought, hearts have been broken, life has been created with this notion of love. Scrooge found it when he was visited by the three ghost and was shown how people viewed him. Regardless of how rotten he might have been to his nephew or Bob, they still toasted to his health.&lt;br /&gt;So keep that in mind, the thought of how awesome love is because if all else fails in life, there are people who love you, even if you don't know it. So this holiday season, spread that secret around...lets try and not make it a secret! That is what everyone needs to do! Donate to a shelter, work on a food drive, hug, wave, smile, and kiss the people you love! Spread this secret this holiday season and remember all the little things while your spreading your love around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-8782630078900287146?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8782630078900287146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=8782630078900287146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/8782630078900287146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/8782630078900287146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret-of-life.html' title='The Secret of life'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-3565078511121763860</id><published>2009-12-02T23:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:18:40.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the odd season all about?</title><content type='html'>I have often preached on and on about how valuable the holiday season truly is to families and not because of the gifts that are often exchanged between loved ones, but because of the memories created that will always stand strong in your mind. So what is this all about then? Why do we do such strange rituals or have such odd traditions but once a year? Yes, the idea of Christmas goes back a very long time and has always had some religious background, but is that still true to this day? Is the idea of religion the main reason people get together? Well, I cannot answer for everyone in the world because that would be ridiculous of me, but, I can explain what this seasons all about from my point of view. &lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a young kid and I spent tons of time flipping through those huge catalogs circling what toys I wanted. It was the high light of my December because I knew that Santa would try his hardest to get those gifts that i wanted under my tree. That lasted for a very long time but as I got older I began to change and see Christmas as something different. I no longer needed or those expensive toys or crazy electronics, but what i really wanted was to spend time with my family. With everyone that means the most to me. As I live my life now, a little older and a little wiser my family has grown. I am married with amazing new brothers and sisters. The Christmas season has arrived because all i ever want to do is hang out with them, be around them, sing Christmas songs with words changed so everyone gets the giggles. I want to see the twinkle in everyone's eyes because I know that this is truly the gift. The memories they are forming right now will last a life time. They always last a life time because those memories are what's truly important. I may not remember what toy or new electronic I received three Christmas's ago, but I will remember laughing and dancing and singing with the family. I will remember going to the Holiday Magic at the Zoo and walking aimlessly around the mall. I suppose what I am trying to say is that there is so much more to the holidays then materialistic needs. Maybe this season you can look into your heart and realize this also, if you haven't already. Instead of buying the fanciest outfit maybe you can take some extra money and place it into one of those very friendly Salvation Army tins. Maybe you can give gifts to someone less fortune and smile about it not because you know your supposed to help the less fortunate, but because you truly want to help them and your heart goes out to them. &lt;br /&gt;So I say, on this holiday season, take some time and call your family, see your family, laugh, live and love your family. Remember the special moments, the little moments, the moments that truly make up the holiday spirit. Watch a christmas movie, listen to christmas music, drive around and look at lights and go for pie afterwards. These are all amazing ideas that can help spread the holiday cheer. &lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is what this holiday means to me. I am genuinely grateful for my friends and family and I hope you are as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-3565078511121763860?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/3565078511121763860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=3565078511121763860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/3565078511121763860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/3565078511121763860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-odd-season-all-about-i-have-often.html' title='What&apos;s the odd season all about?'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-6767576086370858756</id><published>2009-12-01T22:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:28:57.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Once again i find myself faced with another new chapter to life. A chapter that will be filled with uncertainty, hardships, hope, and sometimes failure. Nevertheless, this is something that I am truly grateful for. Call it an early Christmas gift, but it is truly nice to know that I can breath a little easier this December. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of December, the special time of the year is upon us. A time filled with strangers greeting each other, people extending a helping hand out toward less fortunate, and yes, a time where people find themselves in a world of joy. Though, this could be purely from my perspective for I am a huge fan of  Christmas and what it represents. This is the time of year, where I can forget about the rougher parts of my life because I know I will always have a hand to pick me up if I fall down. A time a year where I see more smiling and laughing then any other time. Christmas time is about family, about helping and understanding, and about selflessness. I sometimes forget throughout the year how good I might have it, even though sometimes I see my life with patches of rough spots. As cheesy as this may sound, after watching a few Made for Hallmark Christmas movies I feel an unusual spark deep within my soul wanting to reach out and hug everyone. I suggest that who ever is out there reading this blabbering blog, you try and watch a few. Get yourself past the cheesiness and just enjoy the story. You might find yourself better off after watching and understanding others perspectives. &lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for listening out there, it has been my pleasure to be heard. I assure you, I will try and keep this up much better than I have in the past. I have a knew perspective on life and I'm hoping that maybe I can shed some of my own upon anyone who is willing to allow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-6767576086370858756?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/6767576086370858756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=6767576086370858756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/6767576086370858756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/6767576086370858756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-7030519895877956811</id><published>2009-08-04T23:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:55:13.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping the wife out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkQqY0XFCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvrAP_x-PNM/s1600-h/StandingGuyANEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkQqY0XFCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvrAP_x-PNM/s320/StandingGuyANEW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366338751391274018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my wife Holly is in the middle of her masters program at North Western. She is a busy chick indeed! So I often ask her what, if any, kind of help I can help her with? She often returns that question with a diagram of whatever she is working on so she can use it in her power point presentation. SURE! I can do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-7030519895877956811?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/7030519895877956811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=7030519895877956811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/7030519895877956811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/7030519895877956811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/08/helping-wife-out.html' title='Helping the wife out'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkQqY0XFCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvrAP_x-PNM/s72-c/StandingGuyANEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-732742698389101191</id><published>2009-08-04T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:50:12.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaried Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkPfHXb_dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ebKKL3wvmnE/s1600-h/ScariedBoy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkPfHXb_dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ebKKL3wvmnE/s320/ScariedBoy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366337458216369618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this boy a little while ago but still like how it turned out. I never put it up on this blog cause i never really put much in terms of drawings on the blog, but that is all changing now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-732742698389101191?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/732742698389101191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=732742698389101191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/732742698389101191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/732742698389101191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/08/scaried-boy.html' title='Scaried Boy'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkPfHXb_dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ebKKL3wvmnE/s72-c/ScariedBoy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-1889472169493395486</id><published>2009-08-04T23:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:42:14.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QuickSketches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkNnoQGaBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9o50MSl3Sco/s1600-h/QuickSketches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 54px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkNnoQGaBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9o50MSl3Sco/s320/QuickSketches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366335405459662866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was doodling quickly to try and see what can come of it and this is what came of it! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-1889472169493395486?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1889472169493395486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=1889472169493395486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1889472169493395486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1889472169493395486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/08/quicksketches.html' title='QuickSketches'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkNnoQGaBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9o50MSl3Sco/s72-c/QuickSketches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-4825651697032044725</id><published>2009-08-04T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:28:24.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketching Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkKF_JbZpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OLYtDWyFK-U/s1600-h/August4Sketchings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkKF_JbZpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OLYtDWyFK-U/s320/August4Sketchings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366331528955258514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have returned to this familiar venue to once again share with people my thoughts and sometimes opinions. (Hopefully the ladder rarely offends anyone.) Also with this new outlook on this blog I will be adding sketches and other works. Hopefully this will make people smile because in all honesty, that is all I really want to do. So enjoy, respond, share with everyone this journal that I promise to keep flowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never a rhyme or reason for my drawings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-4825651697032044725?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4825651697032044725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=4825651697032044725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/4825651697032044725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/4825651697032044725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/08/sketching-again.html' title='Sketching Again'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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/_adAt1Q3Kaw4/SnkKF_JbZpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OLYtDWyFK-U/s72-c/August4Sketchings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-7059354818521106922</id><published>2009-01-21T00:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:47:33.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round We Go</title><content type='html'>I sit upon,&lt;br /&gt;this merry-go-round,&lt;br /&gt;going up&lt;br /&gt;going down&lt;br /&gt;watching my world&lt;br /&gt;turn all around&lt;br /&gt;watching my youth&lt;br /&gt;fade away&lt;br /&gt;growing older everyday&lt;br /&gt;holding on,&lt;br /&gt;growing weak,&lt;br /&gt;gasping for breath&lt;br /&gt;unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ride&lt;br /&gt;slows on down&lt;br /&gt;Theres no more time&lt;br /&gt;to go around&lt;br /&gt;When it stops&lt;br /&gt;my turn is done&lt;br /&gt;Its time for the youth&lt;br /&gt;TO have their fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-7059354818521106922?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/7059354818521106922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=7059354818521106922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/7059354818521106922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/7059354818521106922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2009/01/round-we-go.html' title='Round We Go'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-2538255793765160949</id><published>2008-12-17T00:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:38:22.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful for Heat</title><content type='html'>So its winter, something most people dread because of the harsh reality of the bitter cold. Some of us are reminded of this every morning when we must drag ourselves out of our warm and cozy bed to abuse our bodies to such climate of the outside world. I know first hand how this leaves your body to feel. Every morning I wake up all warm and toasty in my flannel covers staring out the window thinking to myself, will today be as cold as yesterday. Why do I even bother asking myself this because I know the answer, yes....yes you fool it will most likely be even colder. So I have to drag myself out of bed and sooner or later I am waking to the Metra and standing in the frigid winds waiting for the train to arrive. When it arrives my body gets to sit in a warm train, which is interesting because since my body has already been tampered with in the cold it doesn't really know how to react to this new found warmth. So it does its best to adjust and as soon as it begins to turn the train pulls into Union Station and I have to walk to work. This whole time I am thinking to myself, man this body can't figure out which knob is hot and which is cold. So when I finally get to the office my body says, "Dan, I am confused, I think I will just stay both hot and cold and you can feel the wrath of being sick!" &lt;br /&gt;It is this thought that crosses my mind every morning that makes me wonder why I even bother showing up to work. Then it hits me, its because money is good and without it I wouldn't even have the comfy cozy flannel sheets that I woke up in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my actual point that I wanted to get to tonight. During this walk I see people who no one else really wants to see. I see these cold tired warn down humans that are treated like they might as well be ghost in this ever so lively world. I wonder how they came to be in their situation and what stories they have to give. I wonder if they used to wake up in flannel sheets ever and think the thoughts that I think every morning. This usually leaves me with a very overwhelming feeling of guilt knowing that I complain about something as sad as my walks from train to work while these poor unfortunate souls must endure the hardships of a bitter reality. So do everyone a favor, do not ignore these people because they are people, just like you and me. Wish them the best, throw your spare change their way, buy someone a hot chocolate while you which them a Merry Christmas and remember that maybe you don't have it nearly as bad as you might imagine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-2538255793765160949?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/2538255793765160949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=2538255793765160949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/2538255793765160949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/2538255793765160949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-thankful-for-heat.html' title='Be Thankful for Heat'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-5721462286374016811</id><published>2008-12-15T00:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:35:22.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>As long as I could remember this time of the year has always been filled with such magic that one could hardly describe. All my life I have cherished this time of the year. The kind side of humanity often shows itself which is a rare treat indeed. "Tiss the season," they say as complete strangers hold doors open for each others. I for one, am all about the Christmas spirit, the idea of simple acts of kindness toward your friends, family, and yes, even strangers. I have hung my stockings with great care, and decorated my tree with memories of my Christmas past. Yet this year has been especially challenging for me. Call it a bad economy, call it the times we live in. Hell, call it whatever you want to call it, people are having a hard time finding their happiness. Last night I watched It's a wonderful Life and I realized something. I realized that George Baily had it right. He wasn't the richest man or the most powerful man, but he was a kind loving man, who shared his compassion with everyone. I know I am dragging on with my inconsistent thoughts, and believe me, I wish I was a bit warmed up to do my welcoming back blog. The harsh reality of this blog was that I needed to express my concerns with this holiday, this Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;I have a little sister, you see, who seems to be having the hardest time finding her Christmas spirit. Maybe she lost it somewhere along her past Christmas's, or maybe she simply misplaced it this year. Either or, I find it sad that I have little power to help her realize the truth of Christmas. Understand this, I love her dearly and I want her to be able to see Christmas as I see it. She worries about buying gifts and buying the wrong gifts. She worries about receiving gifts because she is unsure how to react in front of the giver. She stresses that the holiday is out to get her and I am starting to think she is right. Well kind of right that is. Christmas has been transformed into a holiday of gifts and wants and selfish hopes. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a good gift every now and then. I would be lying if I said otherwise. The truth is though, the gifts I look forward to are the thoughtful gifts that cost very little. I am a sentimental fool no doubt, someone who cherishes the act of a kind thought over the weight of the dollar spent. I wish my little sister could realize this for her own sake, for her view of Christmas. I told myself this year that I would do everything in my power to help her. Although I have tried, I have failed. This by no means is me raising the white flag, I do not break under such regards. Yet, I am unsure of my next move. I cannot force the spirit on to people because I believe people need to find it themselves, with a little guidance of course. If I were to write a letter to Santa myself I would ask him for no gift for myself, but for him to help my sister along and guide her to the much needed smile. &lt;br /&gt;     I find myself rambling along with this topic. It is something I find near to my heart. So I will leave you with this thought, my Christmas thought. Stop following the pressures of modern Christmas. If you need to, watch an old movie or two to get you in the holiday mood. The most important idea of Christmas isn't the gift you give or get, it isn't the pressure you should place on yourself, but it's yours friends and family. Its the simple act of a hug to someone who really needs it. Its the compassion that you can show to the world. Be kind to strangers, write a letter by hand, help a neighbor with something. Be kind, share, and love. Life is a treat, to short to carry such heavy emotions like anger or hatred. &lt;br /&gt;     Thanks again to everyone who have asked me time and time again to continue my blog. It was you all that helped me realize that people actually read and sometimes take what I have to say to heart. Thanks again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-5721462286374016811?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/5721462286374016811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=5721462286374016811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/5721462286374016811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/5721462286374016811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='The Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-1104865445999497333</id><published>2008-12-15T00:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:09:10.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>SO it has been some time since I have last posted anything along any lines of what some may call a blog. Call it what you may, but my time had gotten somewhat hectic over the past year or so, meaning there has been a ton of events that interjected within my life. So I am here to apologize to anyone who was a faithful reader. (from what I gather, there were a few that had requested that I start up again) So here I am, ready to start up my writing about whatever crosses my mind. I have said this before and I will say this again. These thoughts that I write in this blog can be taken with a grain of salt if you want them to be. Otherwise, take the time to appreciate someone elses point of view and hopefully, you might realize that whatever is happening in your life, might be happening in others. Thank you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-1104865445999497333?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1104865445999497333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=1104865445999497333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1104865445999497333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1104865445999497333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-1724232746136527864</id><published>2008-03-11T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:00:12.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes, Dreams, and Dirty Socks</title><content type='html'>You ever wonder where dreams go to pass away? Not those dreams that you have while your sleeping that seem to, more often then not, confuse ones restless night. Rather the dreams that we have as children of what we want to be? As children we aspire to reach the top of some sort of ladder whether it be as an astronaut, the president, a doctor or a teacher that seemed to influence us one way or another. I had an idea about this today, something that just simply crossed my mind and on its way of crossing it tripped and dug in deep. What did I want to be growing up? Really? This was actually harder then I thought. I knew I had my strong point and I new I had my weak points, my weakest being spelling and math. I thought back to what I wanted to do growing up, all my dreams seemed way out of this world. "oh I want to be a journalist!" What? Yeah believe it or not, that crossed my head today as something that I aspired to be. That faded away around 7th grade when I realized that I loved to write, just not about anything truly relavent to most peoples lives, oh and as I mentioned earlier, I sucked at spelling. What else could I be? "Oh I could be an artist!" I was pretty good at art, drew a lot, mostly superheroes and dragons and god knows what else. But I never knew of an artist that got paid and could make a living off their art. "Ohh, I want to make videogames!" HAHAHAH, yeah what 12 year old didn't want to make videogames. So as with anything, time passes and a 12 year old grows up. Little league ends, ones childhood simply fades into a high school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE- did you see it happen? Did you see where most peoples dreams go to pass away peacefully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It seems that adulthood has a way of creeping up on children. It happens to all of us. One day we are playing four square in Mrs. Layer the dragon slayer class, (yeah we were young and it rhymed and she was our gym teacher!) and the next minute we are worried about money, responsibilites, life, fitting in, and what the hell we have to do to stay a float. What is interesting about this is that the simpliest of ideas as a child actually could be fruitfull as a career, but most people never can retrieve their dreams from the futhest corner of childhood thoughts where those dreams fade off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are left with instead of dreams is hope. I hope that it all works out. I hope we can pay the bills, I hope so and so likes me. This isn't a bad quality, we all as humans, tend to lean on hope at our most dire times. It's this hope that helps us move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about this all. I have just regurgitated a lot of useless crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break down if you will: As children we all dream. Yet somewhere along the way, we are either told that those dreams are just as they are, dreams. Or we simply pack those silly dreams away and hope that tomorrow will bring something fruitfull for that day. Fair enough. So I want you to think about something. Think about what you dreamed to be. Think about if you got close or if you are actually living it! Think about anyone who is trying to live their dream. They may need help, words of wisdom, an ear to listen, and most of all encouragement. There is simply nothing finer then realizing a dream and setting out on high hopes. And nothing finer to help someone who may need to find their way back to those dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, dirty socks- they suck! When you end up running out of clean sucks and you have to throw on a dirty pair (dont ask its been a hectic week) they never seem to fit the same. Thats all I have on dirty socks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-1724232746136527864?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1724232746136527864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=1724232746136527864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1724232746136527864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1724232746136527864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/03/hopes-dreams-and-dirty-socks.html' title='Hopes, Dreams, and Dirty Socks'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-7041094696323988205</id><published>2008-03-05T00:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:06:59.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brighter Side of the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Are you more of the glass is half empty crowd? Or do you see the glass half full? It has become apparent to me that a majority of people approach life in a negative way. When was the last time you walked up to someone and said, "Hey, you know what? You are one awesome person?" Yeah that is as likely as winning the lottery now a days, and surprisingly feels just as rewarding. I bring this up because in todays hustle and bustle of life a person might find themselves slammed with so much responsibility that they find it hard to find that bright side of the rainbow. It's true, one can't always look at the bright side, we all need are fair share of bad days. The way I see it is that without these bad days our good days would never seem so good. Yet if you see someone who might be having a bad day, sitting there with a frown plastered to there face as if the world itself is literally weighing upon their shoulders, pay them a compliment. Say hello, how are you, i hope you have a great day today! It could be your words that actually change that person bad day into a good day, heck, maybe even a great day. You might be surprised how much better you will feel by just looking at the brighter side of life. I have come to realize that people carry all their burdons with them as chains of pain, remorse, depression, and any other sickness that might feel like its weighing you down. yet when we are happy it feels that these chains are gone and if not gone, at least weightless for the moment. So I say to you, you out there who seems to always being staring at that glass that is half empty and pondering how you are going to fill it up so it can get full again. I say to you, turn that frown upside down and look to compliment someone. (if your not sure on what to say think of what might make you feel good about yourself). I assure you by expressing your kindness and generosity, you might not only free up some of your chains, you might loosen the recipients chains as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-7041094696323988205?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/7041094696323988205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=7041094696323988205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/7041094696323988205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/7041094696323988205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/03/brighter-side-of-rainbow.html' title='The Brighter Side of the Rainbow'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-1044761267525404451</id><published>2008-03-04T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:22:13.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death becomes us</title><content type='html'>Originally posted last night- which catches us up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was sitting watching October Road, which by the way is a pretty remarkable show, and a theme came to my mind. See tonights show was about death and how someone from ones past, far past ends up passing away. Of course from the passing comes memories that up until this point have completely evaded our day to day lives. Watching tonight though, many thoughts came flashing in front of my eyes. What if this was me? Not the dying but the living, who knows that one person who passed. That one person who left an unforgettable bookmark in the chapter of my life? I thumbed through my memory roladex and seem to find myself short on memories. Yet the more I watched the more unknown memories came flooding in to evoke some sort of chain reaction of heart throbbing feelings. I came from a small town where it seemed everyone knew everyone. Not unlike that of October Road. I grew up on a dead end street and had a baseball field in my back yeard. I had many friends who I adored and played tag and other crazy games. Older now I seem to find myself remember the negative side of my personality and how I might have treated certain people. Hell, plain and simple, I had a sharp tongue and never really recognized the full potential of what my words could actually do to people. To that I give a heartfilled apology now. Yes, late indeed but never to late.&lt;br /&gt;I swapped roles in my head toward the show. What if I was the one who passes? What would people say if they came across that frontline news plastered on the small local paper? Even knowing that I seem to find myself trying to figure out how I can go forward. I think there was a pinnacle point in college that I relaized that I needed to change who I was. No longer a punk kid who can shoot his mouth off, I needed to be a softer, kinder person. A hugger vs. a hand shaker because how people percieve me is important and should be important to most people.Was it the christmas carol in July when I realized this? Was i visited by the three spirits that once changed one man's life so dramatically? Maybe it was, who am I to say. Regardless I changed and never looked back. I laugh more, I listen more, I all around live more and thats what i think anyone reading this should understand. Life is short. Everyone has an understanding that life ends but what most people do not expect is that life can end at any moment. How do you care to be percieved? How do you want to be looked at? So take a good hard look at yourself. Ask yourself if you are who you want to be. If you find yourself shaking your head no, then make that change. It won't be easy nor will it happen over night, but it will lighten your life, and for that matter, anyones life who is connected to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-1044761267525404451?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1044761267525404451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=1044761267525404451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1044761267525404451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1044761267525404451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-becomes-us.html' title='Death becomes us'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-1121286843523601849</id><published>2008-03-04T10:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:21:34.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Originally posted- March 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long trip back to Wisconsin from Chicago (not really but a good 2.5 hours) I had time to reflect and think about life in general. What did I think about? Just the usual things that people think about when they drive; "wow, did that guy seriously eat that booger?", "I wonder if anything good will ever come up on my ipod?" You know, nothing pertaining to actually driving. Today was different, i thought about change and how change can really affect your life. Not that type of change where you can't stand a certain song so you want to change it, seriously, i think my wife was drunk ituning and downloaded the whole collection of New Kids on the block. Rather todays thought of change came in athe form of family and how quickly family can change on you. One minute you remember playing outfront, shooting hoops with someone and the next minute you two never have time to think of shooting hoops, let alone actually shooting them. So to direct myself more to my point of where I am heading I will re-route this simple, yet sloppy blog in the right direction. I stayed at my in-laws house for past few days and I have come to love this family. There are 8 brothers and sisters all together, including my wife, and then their is the puppy charlie, or as I liked to call him, humpy because he loves to lay in and have a good time. My wife is the second oldest of the 8, the oldest already moved out and is living a great life with her husband. Anyhow! back to my point. I see changes already happening in the family. Not bad, not good, but normal run of the mill changes such as certain people not hanging with other certain people and bad decisions being made by other individuals. Yet, all I can do is sit back and watch as if I was an outsider piering in through some window wanting to help everyone out but no one is looking my way. Yes, this is normal. Yes, most people have to find things out on their own, but sometimes I wish I could just step in and say hey, maybe ou should think of doing it this way. Full knowing that my stepping in could actually alter the entire space time theory and somehow create a gigantic rip that could ultamtely and single handedly wipe out all life as I know it.....i breathe, take a step back, and let life take its course. But does it always have ot be this way? Is there a possibility that maybe, just maybe, someone wil grasp what I might mention and think to them self, "Hmm, maybe he was right and I should make the other choice." Either way I often fine myself trying to put right things and situations that should be out of my control yet I feel like someone might need my help ( even though. lets face it, its not like i will be all that helpful anyhow) So, as I drove today I thought about change and how change affects everyone. Even in the simpliest matters. I thought about how this weekend I had an amazing time with this amazing family who had truly taken me in as their own. And I thought about how should cherish that thought and keep it dear to me cause this could change at any moment and the dynamics could forever be altered. Once again readers, all 2 of you (come on fan base, do something here!) remember what you have at this moment. Take anything good you have and anything that just puts a smile on your face and lock that in your vault. You never know when you might need it down that long and twisting road called life. Because when that sun sets and your cruising along that road and you need something bright to help give you direction, you just might take out that one time. Its those times that keep us motivated to keep going, and loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ramblings of a mad man.....heck yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-1121286843523601849?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1121286843523601849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=1121286843523601849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1121286843523601849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1121286843523601849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-1450214620594626702</id><published>2008-03-04T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:21:03.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Originally posted- Feb 29, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone! So todays blog comes from my iPod since I'm in Chicago and not home. So let me ask this question, when do you feel at home? Is it when hour listening to your favorite song that takes u back to you 8 th grade dance where u danced with you know who and you put your hands you know where? Or is home a familiar food like when you bite into a certain snack and your brain swirls in an orgasm of taste? For me, I have been living in Wisconsin for the past 7 months and getting pretty homesick myself. So I have been looking for that home feeling in whatever I can. So as this rant might seem pointless there is a point I want to make. I want you to take the time and think what makes you feel like home. Then think about it and go for it. Maybe u need to listen to that one song by that one band that changed your life. Maybe you need to read a childrens book that u remember reading that made have changed your outline on life at age 5. Heck, reach out and offer your hand to a long lost friend that you might have fallen out of contact with just to say hi! Just remember what your home is and never forget, you might never know when you will find yourself living in a Wisconsin and need a boost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-1450214620594626702?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1450214620594626702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=1450214620594626702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1450214620594626702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1450214620594626702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/03/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-1307980206529755811</id><published>2008-03-04T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:20:29.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome one, welcome all</title><content type='html'>Originally posted- Feb 25, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a particulary hard day, considering it was a Monday and unlike the rest of the days of the week, this one often comes with its own case, which is generally referred to as "a case of the Mondays." Yes, the one day of the week that seems to drag unwhilling long as you stare desperately at your clock hoping that those digitals speed up. Yet to no pravail your weak and rather shotty attempt to control time just ends up falling flat and ultametly seems to slow time down. Hmmm, so how does one get around a "case of the Mondays"? Well there is always the drink one silly attempt on Sunday night which in hopes forces you to avoid monday all together by playing hooky and aiding your overly endulged hangover. But that doesn't help me since well, I am not a drinker. Oh wait, there is the pretend to work theory that actually takes a lot of work in itself to make sure that your boss doesn't walk around the corner and catch you playing your umpteenth game of book-worm. So the last option, aside from actually barrelling through your day by actually working, is actually my favorite of the three. The stare aimlessly into space and get lost in one thoughts. Yes! a perfect time to make that list of things to get done after work, or that grocery list of things you need to buy but most likely shouldn't because the winter fat isn't helpful in the summer. So to all my readers, which makes it like 1 or 2 of you. You are not alone. We all face the horrid day called Monday. Some might face it chin first while others perfer to slouch their way through it. Regarless on how you actually face this beast, remember. Tomorrow is Tuesday, which is you think about it, its actually 6 days away from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-1307980206529755811?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1307980206529755811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=1307980206529755811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1307980206529755811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/1307980206529755811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-one-welcome-all.html' title='Welcome one, welcome all'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-685853714465293293</id><published>2008-03-04T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:19:53.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues</title><content type='html'>Originally posted- Feb 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of you may know, winter can be a harsh time of the year. Christmas has come and gone, leaving credit card debt, sadness, and a bleak outlook that winter is going no where. I took a job up in Madison WI this past August with high hopes of change. Well, to be quit frank, there was plenty of change, just not all good. It seems that this winter has been the worst in many years. Now coming from Chicago I thought, hell, how much different can it be, winter is winter, right? Not a chance! It seems that something called salt is absent from the roads which puts anyone with a rear wheel drive car in a pickle. Not to mention the fact that plowing up here is rearly done correctly. What's interesting about this is that I hear native Wisconsin-ites (is that right?) complaining about the roads as well. Then there is the forecast. Why must they always say light flurries? When I hear light flurries I hear that snow won't be sticking but it will be flurrying outside. Not likely here. Light flurries actually seems to mean 2-4 inches of snow, and I do hear light flurries alot. Ahh well, we all face the winter blues some times and all we can say is that winter is half way through, atleast for me from what I understand! So go outside, build a snowman, go sledding and remember that Spring is closer then it may seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-685853714465293293?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/685853714465293293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=685853714465293293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/685853714465293293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/685853714465293293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/03/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-3871469999920080715</id><published>2008-03-04T10:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:18:45.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Again!</title><content type='html'>I am updating my blog from my myspace blog, so bare with the many post that might fall under here to catch me up with the myspace blog. Both blogs will be the same. I am doing it this way so readers don't have to travel myspace to find this. These are rambles, ideas, feelings and whatever come across my mind. Enjoy and feel free to comment on this! I would love to hear from anyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-3871469999920080715?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/3871469999920080715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=3871469999920080715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/3871469999920080715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/3871469999920080715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2008/03/starting-again.html' title='Starting Again!'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-8168198205365556318</id><published>2007-09-11T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:59:22.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One step Closer</title><content type='html'>I am offically on my way to be one step closer to one of my many many goals. So let me redirect my thoughts to my current project. If you didnt know this about me, I love to set goals for myself. Graduate school, get a job, find my sould mate; yadda yadda yadda.....all goals that I have met. Yet there something inside of me that pushes me to reach more goals, so I set up projects in this crazy 3D world that i seem to live in most of my life. Curretly I am working on my brothers thesis for his masters in theater. He is doing this gnarly idea of incorporating a small chunk of 3D work within is thesis play. Great, wondergul, awesome; but the task are pretty enormous and fast. Not to say that its going to be hard because its a challenge, my brother is depending on me and its something that i know I can do since I trust in my abilities. So this is going to be a record of my progress and how the final outcome turns out. Ahhh but if you get bored of this topic, I will have other projects that I am going to start pushing for myself. This is go time my friends so strap yourself in and get ready cause this train is in motion and there aint no stopping it until we reah our destination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-8168198205365556318?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8168198205365556318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=8168198205365556318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/8168198205365556318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/8168198205365556318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-step-closer.html' title='One step Closer'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-4046155928613436684</id><published>2007-09-06T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:55:34.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Like many things in my life there is a certain amount of uncertainty. What am I going to wear tomorrow? What will I have for lunch? How many loads of laundry will I get done before it gets s redundant and I move on to something else? Regardless, these few questions area constant reminder that there is no certainty to life. After all, there are so few topics that get painted black or white. Usually there is an orgy of colors that seem to constantly change. I have recently taken a job in Madison Wisconsin. Moving on to bigger and better things. I want to move up, keep my art sharp, my mind sharper. Uncertainty sets in, how do I go about this? Do I have the skills to go about this? &lt;br /&gt; I am a different bread of person. Not the typical out all weekend partier that so many people my age seem to be. Rather a person who thrives on creating goals, reaching those goals, and creating bigger goals- wash repeat. Don’t get me wrong; I like a good time as much as the other, but I always want my mind sharp and my windows of opportunity open for a chance to reach a new goal. &lt;br /&gt; So I am trying to turn over a new leaf. It started with the move and it will continue. There are goals I need to reach to be happy. These goals are personal goals that relate to my art. I need to focus myself, press on and hit every mark. After all, today is a new day, and it’s a beautiful day to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-4046155928613436684?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4046155928613436684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=4046155928613436684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/4046155928613436684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/4046155928613436684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-115358701145303081</id><published>2006-07-22T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:28:09.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Texturing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/sign_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/sign_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a first pass at texturing this sign. Theres some more work to be done on both the texturing side and the modeling side. Hopefully I can flush things a bit more out. Time is a tricking so that means that I have more modeling to get to. Catch up with ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-115358701145303081?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/115358701145303081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=115358701145303081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115358701145303081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115358701145303081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/07/quick-texturing.html' title='Quick Texturing'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-115345603818360936</id><published>2006-07-20T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:27:18.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/sign_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/sign_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was working on a few other things, once again. Its not easy balancing work, a wedding, and personal projects. Any how, I created this sign to go into a scene that I am creating. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-115345603818360936?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/115345603818360936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=115345603818360936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115345603818360936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115345603818360936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-115320188327715879</id><published>2006-07-18T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:51:23.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more for the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/lightpole_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/lightpole_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I created one more asset for myself. I assure you, all of these will come together to for some mecha scene! Maybe.....hopefully, well it will form something, to say the least. Here is a lightpole. I bid you all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-115320188327715879?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/115320188327715879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=115320188327715879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115320188327715879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115320188327715879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more-for-night.html' title='One more for the night'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-115319751352726497</id><published>2006-07-17T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:38:33.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, its been far to long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/firehydrant_notexture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/firehydrant_notexture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I need to get my butt in gear and get pumping on some new stuff. There is just one small catch, I have this list of everything that I have started and want to finish. That list is thankfully narrowing down and I can finally put some of these newly established pieces to rest. So as for now, I am just making some props here and there. The first prop I am pumping out is a fire hydrant. Yes I know, thrilling as can be, but none the less, a prop! Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-115319751352726497?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/115319751352726497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=115319751352726497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115319751352726497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115319751352726497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-its-been-far-to-long.html' title='Yeah, its been far to long'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-115085726426709540</id><published>2006-06-20T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:15:59.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something a little older</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/schoolhouse_020405e%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/schoolhouse_020405e%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/020705c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/020705c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/camera2_schoolhouse_render%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/camera2_schoolhouse_render%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-115085726426709540?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/115085726426709540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=115085726426709540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115085726426709540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115085726426709540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-little-older.html' title='Something a little older'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29418052.post-115085673828309341</id><published>2006-06-20T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:25:38.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrr- Booty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/061506a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/061506a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is still one of my favorite pieces..... I love pirates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-115085673828309341?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/115085673828309341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=115085673828309341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115085673828309341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115085673828309341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/06/arrr-booty.html' title='Arrr- Booty!'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-115085612761818531</id><published>2006-06-20T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:15:27.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I finished this off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/van_scene_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/van_scene_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/van_scene_009_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/van_scene_009_resized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was about time I got around to posting this. It was an interesting process over all. This was a two day process (aside from the van) It took me about a day to lay everything out for the environment and then light it. Then I added textures and whatnot the next day followed by renders. The last phase was photoshop touchup. I am pretty happy with it overall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-115085612761818531?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/115085612761818531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=115085612761818531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115085612761818531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115085612761818531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-i-finished-this-off.html' title='So I finished this off'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-115026192393679974</id><published>2006-06-14T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:42:15.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, I have been working on a Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/Van_006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/Van_006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/Van_005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/320/Van_005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a van to practice my modeling, lighting and texturing skills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-115026192393679974?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/115026192393679974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=115026192393679974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115026192393679974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/115026192393679974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-yeah-i-have-been-working-on-van.html' title='Oh yeah, I have been working on a Van'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-114974520715784802</id><published>2006-06-08T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:40:07.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most recent work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/1600/render_016_resized.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6267/3133/400/render_016_resized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I have been trying to brush up on my texturing and just overall 3d Skills! So I pumped this out and have been fixing it here and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-114974520715784802?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/114974520715784802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=114974520715784802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/114974520715784802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/114974520715784802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/06/most-recent-work.html' title='Most recent work!'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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-29418052.post-114974450784107429</id><published>2006-06-08T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:35:35.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Ready to Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have been skimming the net and checking out peoples sites and wouldn't you know it, everyone has a blog page! So i figured I should jump on th eband wagon and get myself in gear and hopefully set everything up to where its easy to read and so forth! So here I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29418052-114974450784107429?l=danladuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/feeds/114974450784107429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29418052&amp;postID=114974450784107429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/114974450784107429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29418052/posts/default/114974450784107429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danladuca.blogspot.com/2006/06/up-and-ready-to-blog.html' title='Up and Ready to Blog!'/><author><name>Dan LaDuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135566961171514854</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
